fallen devil

Chapter 117, Act 115, Origin IV
"What you're doing is killing."

Hades looked directly at Zhu Lan, "Female mages are not suitable for this kind of thing, let me do it."

Zhu Lan stared at Hades for a while, and the electric arc in her hand quietly spread out. The conversation between her and Hades was very soft, and no one else noticed.

Pa Ka, at the same time, a sharp sword suddenly swung down, cutting off another scorpion tail, and light green juice gushed out.

The shivering Memi trembled, obviously frightened, staring in horror at a barbarian who just swung a sword, tears welled up in her eyes and dripped on the ground.

"You're crazy, I'm Mammy!"

"Professional Mammy!"

"Did you see, the scorpion tail disappeared! Artishu! Open your dog eyes to see clearly!"

She cried hysterically.

After the scorpion tail was cut off, the remnant seemed to disappear along with Memi's demonic features, as did the strong evil breath.The rain quickly wet her long hair, which was entangled with her enchanting body, making her look pitiful.

Artishu, the barbarian who was called by his first name, raised his eyebrows, stared blankly at the two bloody holes behind Memi, and then at the scorpion tail on the ground, a little at a loss.

"Uh, sorry."

He immediately apologized, looking at Memi with a flicker of eyes.

In fact, Mei Mi is also a rare beauty, her body can be seen at a glance, and the scene at this moment coincides with his daydreams on some nights.

"Leslie..."

The cries continued, and she kept calling Leslie's name. The few paladins in the front frowned, holding giant shields, looking at Memi on the ground vigilantly, and looking at Hardy in unison. s.

"spread."

Hades said in a deep voice, a group of paladins and barbarians tightened their hands on the giant shield, and resolutely dispersed, keeping a distance of several meters from Memi.

"Ha, Lord Hades."

After the surrounding professionals backed away, Memi seemed to regain some sanity, looked at Hades who came forward, and clutched her chest in embarrassment.

She looked up hesitantly, and saw Hades' cold eyes, his pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth to say something.

"Hades, you—"

The sharp blade stabbed out suddenly, splashing a few drops of rain, and the cold light was reflected in Mei Mi's eyes. She was weak and unable to dodge the stab, the sword edge pierced through, splashing a pool of red blood.

She didn't die immediately, feeling the heavy force from the sword edge, she vomited two words in pain.

"--brute."

Hades drew out the sharp sword neatly, and Memi's face froze with a sarcastic expression, her body twitched twice, her pupils containing hatred slowly slackened, and then she fell into a pool of blood without moving.

Although they understood Hades' approach, everyone still felt a chill in their hearts.

Knowing that Meimi is just acting as a fallen person, but few professionals can cross the hurdle in their hearts if they want to kill their former companions with their own hands.

Swords will become dull and heavy.

"The fallen cannot be trusted, this is the iron rule."

He looked away, swept away the professionals with complicated expressions, and said in a stern voice, "There are no exceptions."

Afterwards, Hades looked at Leslie who was walking slowly, his eyes flickering, and said: "Also, Leslie, Camp Rogue will conduct a thorough review of you because of this matter, you should understand."

Everyone can see Memi's attitude towards Leslie. Even if she just wants to frame Leslie, who is a super professional, scrutiny is unavoidable.The Luoge Camp Council will conduct two interrogations on him, one document check, and finally a ritual check.

In history, there are many incidents of fallen people doing evil, and it is very effective to follow the predecessors.

"I see."

Leslie's expression was very complicated. He nodded and glanced at Memi's body. The professional who came forward still took his weapon away.

"Can you trust me?"

A professional who came forward took Leslie's dark gold weapon, and suddenly said a word.

Leslie was taken aback, the professional in front of him was a junior who had received his guidance.

Even now, he could still see the trace of deep respect in the eyes intertwined with doubt and fear.

"You better believe in yourself."

Leslie said in a deep voice, this is what he said from the bottom of his heart.

He has pursued the way of balance for more than ten years, practiced extraordinary assassin skills, and has touched some truths of the moment.

In reality, no one is truly trustworthy.Whether it is the professionals who lead the camp forward, the big shots who promote development, or the church members who hide in the light and shadow.In the dark age, there are too many secrets and too many conspiracies. In order to survive, everyone is pursuing an extraordinary path while struggling in the whirlpool of fate.

"I trust you, Lord Leslie."

The younger generation didn't feel much about Leslie's response. Instead, they took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Many people know Mammy's style, and too many people have had fun with her."

"She's only targeting you because she values ​​your high reputation and strength and is the most likely to keep her."

Several professionals who could hear well and stayed nearby frowned.

The silence lasted for a while, and Hades watched the professionals bet on Leslie before directing the others to dispose of Memi's body.

Her corpse contained a poison that ordinary people could not touch, and only high-level professionals could resist it. Not only did they have to deal with her corpse themselves, but they also had to control the spread of the poisonous epidemic. There were still many things to do.

"Treat the venom and blood around you and prepare to return."

Many professionals started to get busy, and the sound of the rain seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

···
In the depths of the Candulas Cathedral, in the dark dungeon, green flames burn quietly.

It has been occupied for a long time, countless monks have been slaughtered, and the piled corpses have been drained of blood.

All energies converge in one direction.

That was the coldest place in the dungeon. The six hideous stone pillars twisted into the appearance of demons stood around the bloody round platform. The torches on the stone pillars flickered on and off, and a strong evil breath overflowed from the round platform and flowed to the bottom of the steps. , but when it touched the light blue thin line, it vibrated violently, and then rushed back.

The mysterious and difficult demonic language echoed softly.

"The poisonous seeds are spreading, and the evil moon is coming"

"The years of fear are about to dissipate, and a new life of torment will take over"

Crashing, invisible chains emerged from the void, making noises, the upside-down flaming long hair was like flames, terrifying red eyes appeared in the darkness, and the four sharp, black scorpion tails swayed wildly, shaking the entire dungeon. Dust fell.

In the Burning Hell, the torment queen Andariel and her companions overthrew the rule of the three demon gods, but after releasing them to the human world, she found that she had just fallen into a well-designed trap.

She is only a demon king in name, and she still cannot escape Diablo's control.

But she hasn't given up yet, for the lesser demons, Xie Yue is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A chance to challenge the demon god and get rid of his control.

(End of this chapter)