The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

In the depths of the dense forest, there are still a steady stream of ghouls gushing out of it. It seems that they are deliberately telling Xi Wei that the depths of the dense forest are the source of all mutations. Only by finding the source can these ghouls attack be cut off.

"Is it a trap..."

Xi Wei looked at a pitch-black forest, his eyes drooping slightly.

The shattered body of the ghoul leader behind him is gradually reorganizing.

It's just that there are still traces left by the god of death on his body, so the speed of this reorganization can only be described as a turtle crawling. Maybe three or four hours may not be able to reassemble a leg. Sex is completely suppressed.

The knight walked towards the dense forest step by step.

He knew there was a trap inside, but he refused to turn back.

This is the conspiracy of the old relatives. Either he will destroy the trap, or the Holy See of Light will expel the old energy shrouded in this sky. Apart from these two methods, there is no way to end the disaster in front of us. invite destruction.

Before going deep into that forest completely.

Xi Wei looked back at the city wall of the Holy See of Light.

The beam of light formed by the holy power went straight to the sky, as if it was about to prop up the sky that was about to collapse. Golden ripples like waves spread towards the surroundings, and the air was filled with the hum of electromagnetic explosions.

In front of the city wall, the army of ghouls gathered again to charge, but their number has been cut by two-thirds, and there are still a lot of ghouls left, but at least the defenders on the city wall have had some breathing time.

It's time to speed up.

The black-armored knight withdrew his gaze, turned around and mounted the lion god, walking hurriedly.

……

Inside the Holy See Temple of Light.

The pope's guidance of the power of faith has reached the extreme, and the pure light divinity spreads all over his body, which is no longer a level that a normal human being can bear. Too many light elements overflow from all parts of his body, it looks like he His body was riddled with holes, like a briquette shining through.

[Why continue to insist? 】

Horrible and weird ravings sounded in the pope's mind.

It was blurry and confusing at first, and I couldn't hear clearly.

But later, as it continues to repeat and integrate, it gradually forms a continental lingua franca that can be understood by people.

[Is it painful? 】

【You only need to give up to relieve this pain! 】

Of course it is painful.

Pure light elementals are scorching hot.

That is the holiness that removes all.

Only the same pure light can be recognized. Human flesh and soul are all impurities that are denied. Since they are impurities, they should be purified by the holy light. Every corner and every cell of the soul and body is being burned.

There was a pale light in the pope's eyes.

The holy flame burned his eyeballs to ashes.

He sullenly kept the screams trapped in his throat, avoiding affecting the guidance of the four saintesses to the power of faith.

Maybe seeing the pope so stubborn.

The bewitching voice gradually disappeared.

In a trance, the surrounding environment gradually blurred, the Temple of Light gradually disappeared, and the figures of the four saintesses who gritted their teeth became faintly visible. In the end, everything disappeared and turned into scattered ashes. Waking up in the sunlight, the shadow of the whirling tree dangled in front of his eyes, making him stunned for a long time.

"Moore, you've been lying under the tree all afternoon, just wait, I'll tell the village chief, you slob!"

There was a girl's cry.

The vision deflected, and the pope found himself lying on a hillside facing the wind, behind him was the only tree with a crooked neck, the crisp grass floated in the breeze, like green sea waves, and under the sun, sheep gathered in groups In the cloud blown by the wind, there stood a girl in the cloud, wearing a plain white dress and waving at him, her smile was brighter than the flowers.

Moore is the pope's nickname.

The girl is his older sister, Middleton-Vanessa, her name is beautiful, and in Elven language it means romantic camellia.

More didn't understand why he was here.

Many memories began to become blurred, and some memories hidden in the dark gradually became clearer.

Lehead Village, a choir, a dilapidated home, friendly neighbors, and an amiable village chief.

And his task today is to herd sheep.

It's just that Vanessa helped him complete this matter very well, and there was no shortage of sheep in the flock.

Moore stood up and drove the flock down the mountain with Vanessa. Life was as peaceful and beautiful as ever.

He herded sheep every day, and went to the choir on weekends to learn the most basic interests that a priest should learn.

My sister is a skilled tailor, and she can do some handwork. Occasionally, when she is not alive, she will herd sheep with him like today.

This kind of life is not comparable to those noble lords, but Moore feels very at ease and happy.

Time passed like this for a long time.

With her outstanding craftsmanship and careful character, Vanessa got a new job——she applied to be a maid in the lord's manor.

The lord is quite generous, not only providing a salary every month, but also occasionally rewarding some white bread and milk.

Every month Vanessa sends milk and white bread to Moore along with part of her salary.

The life of Moore and her sister gradually became better.

The only downside is that it's hard for them to meet again.

Vanessa only has one vacation every two months, and works in the castle the rest of the time.

But Moore is not worried about his sister. In his opinion, living in the lord's big castle, Vanessa's life must be very happy. She can wake up from the big velvet bed every day, and the breakfast is milk, egg white bread, Occasionally, you can eat sizzling steaks. Those half-baked meat steaks with blood are the lord's favorite. The usual work is not so difficult, and it is even unexpectedly easy-this is what Vanessa told him of.

Moore was happy for his sister to have such a life. He thanked the lord for giving his sister such an opportunity, so every weekend when he went to the choir to pray, he would bring the lord's share, and he wished the lord a long life Years old, I wish my sister a better treatment in the castle.

until one day.

The sound of rumbling horseshoes sounded outside the village.

It was a group of strong and sharp knights, rushing into the village with an invincible momentum.

The originally quiet and peaceful village was immediately infected by the soaring murderous aura, and even the air was chokingly cold.

The village head knelt before the knights in humility, waiting for orders tremblingly.

"We're under orders to hunt down the witch! Now we're going door to door!"

The voice of the leading knight was cold.

He's not asking for advice, he's just stating an order.

Those knights swarmed up like wolves and tigers.

There was a sudden commotion in the village.

The sound of pots and pans being smashed on the ground, women's screams, children's cries, cocks crowing and dogs barking together all made Moore's mind buzzing.

He suddenly wanted to use the purification technique he had just learned to purify the annoying noise in the air.