This villain's style is crooked

Lu Cha vigorously stirred the dagger with his backhand, completely ignoring his oppressed chest and his body burned by bright flames.

Because her arm was twisted too much, there was a slight click.

Before the bone was completely broken, Lu Cha turned around abruptly, and his arm pierced fiercely into the boneless chest of the God of Light.

The God of Light suddenly widened his eyes.

As Lucha withdrew his hand, he fell powerlessly to the ground.

And Lucha's fingertips also lost strength.

The heart in her hand fell to the ground.

The suffocation from the chest almost caused Lu Cha to fall.

[All, demon power. 】

The system, which had already been frightened stupid, panicked and followed suit.

Although I know my own host likes to die in fights, but this way of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred is really terrible!

Lucha turned on her demon power, temporarily blocking the pain in her body.

She looked expectantly at the heart that had fallen to the ground, her smile narrowed slightly.

It turns out that the heart of God is not golden.

Lucha hooked her fingers in disappointment.

A sharp blade condensed by bright elements smashed the heart.

Only light magic can seriously injure or kill the God of Light.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The God of Light, who was originally as angry as a gossamer, let out a shrill scream in an instant.

Before the God of Light could calm down from the heartbreaking pain, Lu Cha raised his other good hand.

The silver demon power emerging from the fingertips turned into ethereal threads, dragging the God of Light into the air in front of her.

The pupils of the God of Light have been slackened.

His body was so numb from the pain that he didn't have the strength to open his mouth to speak.

Deer tea sang in a low voice.

In less than a moment, the God of Light suddenly twitched violently.

A pure golden light ball the size of a jewel floated out from between his eyebrows.

This is the consciousness of a magician.

"No..." The God of Light struggled to squeeze out a word.

But in the next second, the scorching bright flames, like a ferocious beast that had been starving for a long time, devoured his body in an instant.

A few pieces of charred clothes slowly fell to the ground. m.

Lucha raised her head proudly.

No soul is left for you!Let's see how you come back to life!

Hehehe~

Lucha picked up the cloak that had fallen on the ground before, covered her whole body, controlled the demon power, and flew to the ground.

The yard was damaged beyond recognition, as if it had been hit by a tornado.

The unconscious magicians were lying on the ground one by one.

Even the pope passed out in the grass.

Lu Cha didn't care, but went to the only intact palace.

As soon as she pushed open the palace door, a white figure came running from afar.

But when she was about to hug Lu Cha, Na Lisha's hands froze.

The girl who had always been soft and clean in my impression was now wearing a dirty cloak.

Blood stained her original white dress.

Even with the cloak and hat on, she can still be seen, like the right side of her face that has been corroded by strong acid.

Lu Cha pulled his hat unnaturally, completely covering his frightening right face: "Am I ugly the way I am now?"

"nonsense."

"Chacha is obviously the most beautiful little fairy."

Na Lisha suppressed the soreness in her nose and tried to support Lu Cha, but she couldn't find a place where the girl was intact.

He could only hold her cold little hand carefully.

At the same time, the white magic light covered Lucha's arms that were hanging down weakly.

"The light element cannot heal, the injury caused by the light god."

Lucha patted the back of Na Lisa's hand comfortingly:

"I don't feel any pain at all."

Hearing this sentence, Na Lisha could no longer suppress the sadness in her heart, and tears flowed out.

Why didn't she know that the healing technique was useless.

But she just wanted to try.

What if a miracle happens?

Na Lisha's palm suddenly felt warmer.

She lowered her head blankly.

It is a small flower condensed by golden light.

Ripples from the stamens, like the ripples of the bright sun, fell into her hands.

Lu Cha reluctantly raised her hand, and gently rubbed Na Lisa's head: "Don't cry."

"I'll go see him."

Na nbsp;Na Lisa wiped her tears indiscriminately, choked up and said yes, and walked into the bedroom with deer tea.

César, covered in blood, was lying on the bed in the hall with his eyes closed.

Not long ago, Narissa received a letter from the Pope from Lucha.

One is to explain the identity of César and the reason for killing the God of Light.

The second is to ask Na Lisa to help, taking advantage of the chaos to bring the injured and unconscious César into the dormitory where a protective magic circle has already been set up.

Lucha sat by the bed, using magic to heal the wound on César's chest.

Those two swords stabbed very hard on the surface.

In fact, when she was doing it, she controlled a part of the light element to protect César's heart.

After César's injury recovered, Lucha began to recite the incantation silently, touching her eyebrows with her fingertips.

For a moment.

A small golden ball of light slowly floated out.

There was a demon power to suppress the severe pain of tearing the soul, but it didn't make Lu Cha suffer any more.

She fused her own consciousness with that of the God of Light.

Immediately, it was sent between César's eyebrows.

After doing all this, Lu Cha's body is already at the end of its strength.

Before the last breath is exhausted.

She was lying on César's chest tiredly, her intact left eye was full of evil.

The original owner's wish and the main task must be completed.

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César, who was in a coma, had a long dream.

From his birth, to his sinking into darkness, and finally, the girl pierced through his chest.

Like an outsider, watching his own life.

César quietly curled up in the boundless darkness, his pupils were empty and lifeless.

It's like being trapped in the black mist many years ago, trying to shrink into a small ball, hugging yourself tightly, trying to gain some sense of security.

He didn't know where this was, and he didn't know if he had come to hell.

There was no sound around.

Perhaps, a filthy soul like him is not even qualified to step into hell.

César twitched the corner of his lips mockingly.

But at this moment, a ray of light golden light, like the afterglow of the sun, fell in front of his eyes.