Oring Hunter

"He completely wiped out the existence of my lord, but he didn't completely wipe out the rest of the people and things under my lord. Instead, he destroyed, collected, washed, reorganized, and finally used it for himself?"

"In this case, everything can be explained..."

"Why do I still remember those memories in my mind..."

"Why has my soul been secretly resisting the Holy Light..."

"turn out to be……"

"all of these……"

"Is it all this hypocritical Ability God working in the dark—!?"

Thinking of this, the man's spirit collapsed again.

"My name isn't Musarich at all—!"

"It's the same as Yue Sewei at the Church of the Holy Light..."

"The Nether Pope Ding Moluo——!"

"This is my original identity—!"

"But, look what Holy Light did—!?"

"Me! A majestic ghost pope! My lord died, and I should be buried with him—!"

"In the end, the holy light brainwashed and reorganized me! Forcibly reincarnated me back to the world! Then willingly became his slave, let me sacrifice myself for this mortal enemy of my lord, dedicate myself, and preach a different purpose—! ?”

"I was forced to become such an apostate! In the past 20 years of my life, I have been so shamelessly surviving! I even enjoyed it! In turn, I took surrender to the Holy Light as my most lofty ideal—— !?"

"Unforgivable..."

"Holy Light..."

"No...it should be...Angrinoander..."

"You damn beast..."

"It's really unforgivable ahhhhhhhh—!"

"I must make you pay the price..."

"must--!"

Chapter 0980 Revenge Everything

Ding Moluo, who had awakened to everything, stood still, talking to himself, hissing and roaring, and kept insulting the God of Light and his people.

Sai Yin Saiai next to him was silently observing this man...

When Ding Moluo's incompetent rage gradually subsided, Sai Yin Saiai calmly proposed:

"If you hate the Holy Light so much and want to take revenge on Him, then you might as well come with me."

"Our organization needs people like you."

"After all, with your own strength, it is impossible for you to cause any disturbance in the Holy Light Pure Land. If you go there, you will die in vain."

Ding Moluo, who restrained his anger, heard the words, and immediately asked in a surprised tone:

"Organization? What kind of organization?"

Saiyin Saiai answered in a flat voice:

"An organization that is just getting started, the current personnel are only the leader and me."

"However, that leader is very strong, very strong, and fully capable of leading us to fight against the Holy Light."

"The detailed situation, you will know when you go."

Ding Moluo accepted Sai Yin Saiai's invitation with suspicion, and then flew to the distance with him on the "Sky Train"...

Later, in the ruins of a certain castle, Ding Moluo saw the man wearing the brass mask and sitting on the dilapidated throne.

This is the scene where he and Mikun met for the first time.

"Sai Yin Sai Ai, I originally thought that our topic about the organization was just a casual joke, but I didn't expect that you really brought me members?"

Facing Ding Moluo's arrival, Mi Kun's reaction seemed very casual, and it seemed that his title of "leader" was only unilaterally worn by Sai Yin Saiai.

"Mr. Mikun, I'm never joking. Regarding the organization's proposal, I really think it's feasible."

"For example, this man named Ding Moluo was originally an ordinary believer in the Church of the Holy Light, but later he noticed something strange in the world, so he took the initiative to escape from the Pure Land of Holy Light."

"And after being injured by the dirty crystal dagger, he woke up after only being in a coma for a day and a night, and vowed to avenge the Holy Light. Obviously, he is a top talent."

After listening to Sai Yin Sai Ai's introduction, Mi Kun looked at Ding Moluo with a little more interest.

"Oh? It turned out to be someone who came out of the church?"

"Hahaha, as a believer, it is rare to be able to voluntarily betray the Holy Light."

"So, your 'past' identity must be very unusual~"

Sai Yin Saiai continued to express his position:

"Mr. Mikun, if we can accommodate more and more members like this in the maze in the future, and continue to expand the scale of our own organization in the future, then no matter whether it is the abyss or the holy light, we will have the opportunity to fight any force in this world. Wash away the sins of all souls."

Mi Kun pondered for a while, then smiled lightly, and replied in a calm tone.

"Well... okay, anyway, my goal is to hunt and kill the twin gods, and it doesn't conflict with your dream at all."

"In this case, let's listen to you, let's try to see if this organization can be established."

"So, that apostate with a mysterious background over there, welcome you to be a part of us... Perhaps, we should set up a welcome banquet for you now?"

However, in the face of Mi Kun's friendly ridicule, Ding Moluo, who had been silent before, immediately spoke coldly:

"Excess politeness will be avoided."

"Although I am indeed very interested in your organization, but before that, I have to confirm for myself whether you have become my boss and whether you have the qualifications to issue orders to me."

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind proving that to me, would you?"

After the words fell, Ding Moluo suddenly became fierce and murderous, like a ferocious beast that would not be easily tamed.

"Oh, it's really imposing..."

Mi Kun smiled slightly, then stood up from the throne.

"Okay, then take this as your welcome banquet."

So, next, the two came to a "friendly" discussion.

Ding Moluo opened fire on Mikun, mercilessly, and his moves were fatal.

As for Mi Kun, he beat Ding Moluo in various tricks like an adult bullying a child.

The outcome soon ushered in an unsuspecting result.

And Ding Moluo became Mi Kun's subordinate willingly.

In this way, he turned himself into an ashes-level cadre of the Future Joy Theater, and then worked hard for Mikun together with Sai Yin Saiai, constantly wandering in the wilderness or hidden areas of the labyrinth, recruiting talents, expanding the scale, I hope that this organization can really help me avenge the Holy Light one day.

……

More than half a century has passed by.

Today, Ding Moluo's dream is really close at hand.

Because of the joint action of Joy Theater and Butcher Hunter, Holy Light Pure Land really faced a serious crisis of survival.

Although, after this, the Joy Theater existed in name only under Mikun’s confession, and Ding Moluo himself was forced by Yechen to inject the seed of the abyss into his body, and he had to fall into a suicide situation where his soul was about to be wiped out by the abyss ...

But as long as the Holy Light can really be destroyed in the future, then Ding Moluo is completely willing to accept his own ending.

After all, in this man's view, from the moment he became an apostate in a daze, his soul was already unclean, and his life was already worthless.

As long as Holy Light can pay the price...

Then his own life and death, in fact, does not matter at all.

With this crazy idea of ​​revenge, Ding Moluo, who was infected by the abyss all over his body, stood hideously on the top of the cliff, and then raised his eyes to look at the huge city not far away.

Such a familiar scene immediately reminded Ding Moluo of his ignorant self named Musarich and those shameful years when he was proud to serve the Holy Light.

Immediately afterwards, an endless sense of shame and disgust poured into Ding Moluo's mind, making his face covered in black mud instantly become extremely cold.

"The hypocritical holy light..."

"Even if I'm on the verge of death now..."

"I will not let any of these people of yours go!"

"Let's see, how many people are hidden in a city of this size?"

"Say less than 20 million?"

"As many as one or two million?"

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

"See if I don't slaughter you completely—!"

Chapter 0981 Don't worry

As the resentment from the past turned into anger revived in his heart, Ding Moluo's pitch-black palms clenched into fists, making the piercing sound of bone and muscle rubbing against each other.

Kick-kick!

Under the continuous instillation and action of the power of regeneration from the abyss, Ding Moluo's physical and mental state, which was difficult to stand upright before, has not only fully recovered, but has also taken advantage of the situation to improve to a full percent of the normal state. three hundred!

At this moment, the building block clown, excited and full of energy, seemed to usher in an unprecedented peak moment!

Ding Moluo turned his neck, savoring the power that swept wildly between his limbs and bones, and then he couldn't help feeling:

(Great! Powerful! The power of the abyss...is really too strong!)

(I am now, without a doubt, in the strongest state of my life!)

(Not to mention activating "Spiritual World" once... Even if you want to activate "Life Duo Ming Hand" five times in a row, it is not a problem at all!)

(It is completely enough to be called half a sixth-level nightmare realm level!)

(In this way, even if the church sends another Yuan Qi over to support him, I can at least let him suffer a little before I die!)

(As for the remaining miscellaneous fish... killing them is even more like cutting melons and vegetables, and it doesn't matter how much they come!)

(Hahahahaha!)

Ding Moluo felt complacent in his heart, his half red and half black eyes were fixed on the distant city, and then he unilaterally declared his declaration of massacre.

"Okay! Now that the preparations behind the scenes have been completed! Then it's time for the official performance!"

"The territory of the Holy Light, the people, and the foolish servants..."

"Today, I, Ding Moluo, will recover from you all the shame and sins accumulated during my time as Musarich."

"get ready……"

"Welcome to the final curtain call of my life—!"

Ding Moluo hissed and laughed wildly.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his center of gravity and charged his whole body with energy, like an arrow full of strings, about to plunder towards the distant city, and then set off a brutal and bloody storm!

however……

At the same time that the block clown was making preparations for this sprint...

Another voice suddenly sounded from his ear.

"Don't go in such a hurry."

As a result, Ding Moluo's facial features froze abruptly, his brain went blank for a moment, and his body that was originally prepared stopped suddenly.

"what……?"

With startled thoughts, Ding Moluo turned his head to look sideways.