As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Serafina pressed her ears hard, trying to stop the murmurs from infiltrating, but it had no effect. The illusory murmurs echoed directly in her mind.

It was as if a sharp-edged steel cone was embedded in my mind.

Spin and scratch!

Dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and blue veins popped out.

The indescribable severe pain made her unable to stand firm, and she stumbled onto the bed, sometimes tense and sometimes limp. Her tall body tossed and turned on the bed, her amethyst-like eyes full of pain.

In the depths of those eyes, countless words are still squirming.

These strange words that Serafina could not understand were gradually distorted, as if hazy light and shadow overlapped together, as if to construct a strange painting.

Serafina's body was still twitching, but her eyes were wide open.

The picture peeking in front of me became more and more clear.

There, is the church.

It's the Morol Cathedral.

The church that was originally simple and full of sacred atmosphere has completely changed into something else.

Desolate, decayed, and filled with the smell of decay.

There seemed to be a layer of light red mist floating in the air, like blood mist, covering the whole world.

The statue of the Goddess of Dawn collapsed to the ground and was shattered. The church was so quiet that it was eerie. The scene that Serafina spied in front of her eyes was moving at a slow speed.

Finally, she saw a figure.

It was a nun. She fell to the ground, her body surrounded by scarlet blood. Her chest was cut open and her heart was missing.

No, not a nun...

As the scroll gradually unfolded in front of her, more and more corpses appeared in front of Serafina. Nuns, priests, and priests were all lying quietly on the ground, as if they were asleep, with thick blood covering the ground.

Crunch, crunch, click, click...

The weird chewing sound replaced the mumbling, echoing in Serafina's mind.

She couldn't help but have a dense layer of pimples all over her body.

She saw it, saw Irelia's figure, leaning against a pillar, breathing heavily, her amber eyes filled with deep sorrow and despair.

Her eyes were getting redder and redder, like blood.

She saw Cecilia's figure next to a mutilated statue. She seemed to have just escaped from the sea of ​​blood, and her whole body was bathed in rich scarlet.

Her body was trembling, her mouth opened wide, and she seemed to be screaming something, but her voice could not be heard clearly.

She saw that Virgil's body fell to the side, and his slightly rising chest seemed to prove that he was not dead yet.

However, there was a huge crack between the chest and abdomen, and the sticky internal organs were almost spread out.

She saw it and saw a female knight covered in blood.

That's herself!

The purple gem's eyes were dull, like a doll that had lost its vitality.

She saw it, saw Ron.

His body stood in the middle of the church, and a skinny claw penetrated his chest from behind and took out his heart.

Do not!

Serafina finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a sharp cry.

She sat up from the bed with a cry, panting heavily, and her body was soaked with sweat.

His widened eyes were filled with unbreakable fear, and his body couldn't stop shaking at all.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Serafina’s body finally slowly returned to calm. She slowly left the bed, squatted down, and picked up the pages of notes again.

The scene just now was so clear, as if it was really happening in front of you.

It was so real that Serafina despaired. In a daze, she could still smell the rich blood.

His eyes were silently staring at the page of notes in his hand, which was Archibald's notes... However, when he saw this page of notes again, that weird scene never appeared again.

Ron will have his heart removed at Morrow Church.

When she saw Archibald's notes, she briefly saw the future.

Serafina clutched the note tightly, stood up suddenly, and walked out of the house. She could not allow this scene to happen, never.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw an old man standing outside the door.

That's the old butler of the York family!

He raised one hand as if he was about to knock on the door.

Seeing Serafina suddenly appearing at the door, the old housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and then stood up straight: "Miss, what happened to you just now? I think I heard you scream?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I saw a cockroach." Serafina forced a smile on her pale face: "You know, I am most afraid of things like this crawling around."

"This is really bad. I will tell the maid to tidy up your room again." The old housekeeper said immediately.

Nodding, Serafina walked towards the outside of the mansion. After taking just two steps, Serafina suddenly stopped again. She looked at the old housekeeper with some suspicion and hesitation: "Uncle Anthony, what do you mean? …Is it possible that Archibald is still alive?”

The old housekeeper didn't seem to expect that the eldest lady would suddenly ask such a question, and his face was full of astonishment. After a brief hesitation, he gave the answer: "That person is, after all, a blasphemer more powerful than a sage. No matter what, he will Not surprisingly."

"That's it."

Serafina raised her head and glanced at the night sky. The clouds blocked the sky and there was no moonlight.

Withdrawing his gaze, Serafina's figure quickly disappeared into the night.

……

The Sykes Hotel.

This was originally a gun cellar.

But now, it has become a hunting ground.

The entire hotel seemed to be shrouded in a light layer of scarlet, and the screams from time to time were even more terrifying.

A young man wearing businessman's clothing was walking quickly through the garden in the backyard of the Sykes Hotel. His face was very gloomy.

He is a clad secret guard of the Spang Theocracy.

Of course, his apparent identity is that of a businessman walking between the Kingdom of Granville and the Theocracy of Spang.

Everything was going smoothly at first. There were also many nobles from out of town living in the Sykes Hotel. It was said that they were all here for a purple weapon that would be strengthened and increased by ten at the auction the day after tomorrow.

Damn Granville people, they are so damn rich, they are actually willing to spend a lot of strengthening stones to strengthen a purple weapon to plus ten.

This kind of behavior would definitely be called a prodigal in the Spang Theocracy.

These nobles were arrogant and difficult to get along with, but under their deliberate tolerance, no irreconcilable conflicts occurred.

It was all normal at first, but as soon as night fell, these damn nobles suddenly turned into a group of lunatics, hunting people from the Spang Theocracy everywhere, and turned the largest hotel in Larnaca City into a mass grave.

In order to avoid being too conspicuous together, they originally lived on different floors and in different rooms and waited until late at night to gather for action. As a result, they now had to hide here and there, like mice being targeted by night owls.