i used to be a devil

People always speculate about the end of the world.

Especially those who have experienced the end of the world on this continent will have the idea of ​​guessing whether the previous end will happen again.

The battle between Yirang and the first god was really a fight between gods and gods, and mortals suffered.While the entire continent was at war, weird changes occurred. The ordinary animals in the past showed the same changes, becoming cruel and more terrifying aggressive.

All the chaos started from that war of the gods, and even after the end, these changes still did not recede.When the First God stopped answering prayers, everyone knew it was over.

The whole sky became silent——

There is no fire, and there is no shout of fighting, everything seems too quiet now...

Looking at everything in front of him, Bai Lan didn't know why he thought of the chapter about the battle of the gods in the history of mythology.From her current position, what she just saw was Yi Rang's side face. The man tilted his head slightly, with a smile on his lips, as if he noticed the gaze behind him, and slowly turned his face to the side.

Blood and death seemed to rush towards him head-on in his eyes.Hitting Bai Lan's face, the night wind brought the smell of blood.The assassin's head was separated from the neck with a slow spurt of blood.

Bai Lan's breathing became heavy, and her mind flicked through everything related to Yi Rang since the first meeting.

In the end, it stopped at the sentence that I am Yirang, the betrayer in your mouth.

All the pictures in my mind exploded in an instant, and my emotions were clamoring that this was impossible, but my reason had already given a definite answer.

That gaze seemed to be on her, and before that, the aura that had made people obediently obediently made him unable to resist. Almost before the assassin's head fell to the ground, Bai Lan couldn't help his knees softening, and with a plop, The stunned head knelt on the ground together with the shocked head.

"..."

There was no sound in the room for a moment, and even the sound of fighting downstairs stopped abruptly.

The sound of footsteps approached from far away, and Bai Lan looked at Yi Rang, who was tapping the corner of his mouth and looking at the dead body in front of him. Hearing the sound of footsteps stop at the door, his uncontrollable heartbeat trembled.

"The cleaning is complete, Your Majesty."

Another alchemy puppet, Alina, who is different from the expressionless but slightly gentle Charles, her figure standing under the door frame can barely cover the light, against the light, she looks rather indifferent His face became more and more indifferent.

The crystal ball in her hand floated gently in the air like it was suspended in water, emitting a faint light.

"Looks like the bugs have been cleaned up."

Ruth was the first to speak after recovering from Yirang's words just now.

She just pointed at the assassin lightly, and she still remembers the feeling of the magic element in the air responding frantically.

She felt that she had experienced this feeling before, but she didn't have a clue.

Even Yi Rang's words, in Bai Lan's opinion, were a self-revealing statement, but she didn't respond: she had no memory.That is to say, she knows nothing about the things written in the history of church mythology.

She has no concept of the first god, she doesn't know what Yirang has done, she doesn't even know what he has done as a demon king - as I said before, she just speculates that Yirang has done something devastating matter.

But to be specific, she really didn't know.

Such ignorance attracted Bai Lan's strange gaze—she knew that there was an unknown soul attached to this magic notebook. Now that she knew Yi Rang's identity, if she could still maintain this state, was it Yi Rang's former friend?

The history of mythology is a subject that every academy that comes out of the Imperial Capital Academy will study.Just like Xi Lanfa said, the mages in this world are all followers of Yirang, the former first god envoy, so even if he accuses him of betraying the first god in his mouth, he is still very honest in his heart. Some regard Yirang as a unique belief.

The same goes for alchemists.

Bai Lan, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't know if she should get up now, but she knew that her legs were really weak and she couldn't get up.

"Insects?" This time Yi Rang turned sideways, and the corpse at his feet followed his movements, like sand grains blown away by the wind in the desert, floating in the air in small pieces, and then disappeared completely, " As an existence whose soul is incomplete, it is a bit arrogant to evaluate a human being who is at least once alive."

While talking, Yi Rang walked past Bai Lan without pausing, and walked out of the room.

As already noticed before, only three or four people rushed over this time.

One had already died in front of Yirang, and the remaining two or three didn't make much difference to Yirang.

Those people didn't die.

From Elina's point of view, the simplest light prison spell is nothing but a nightmare compared to them.

It didn't take much time from the start to being discovered, which made them a little suspicious that they were noticed by the target's helper from the very beginning.

At this moment, Barth Ronda felt that he should look at the fragment named Iran Field from a different angle as he slowly walked out of the room.

In his opinion, this guy is a complete weakling, the kind of weakling that he would not pay attention to unless it was mentioned by the prophet as a container for the soul fragments of the betrayer.

Perhaps, the traitor is really so powerful, can only a fragment of the soul give a three-star mage such power?

Such doubts were born and denied by him.

No, it wasn't the first time he cleared the soul fragments of the betrayer.

It should be said that for those stupid human beings who are bewitched by the fragments and think that they will eventually become traitors, they are as fragile as bugs.

The soul of a god is not something they can afford: even a fragment.

"I have to say, as the soul parasite of the traitor, you are very good - even if it is only a fragment, heh... I underestimated you." Barth Ronda in the prison of light still has a kind of planning and stability feeling, and even started chatting with Yi Rang, "I've seen other phantoms, and those people are at least above the seventh level, so when the prophet gave a hint this time, we all thought it was a mistake—although God never makes a mistake."

"Whether it is correct or not, I thought it was always up to me."

The other party's talkative image, which was completely different from before, made Yi Rang a little interested.It's just his habitually condescending tone that made the other party's subsequent words mocking, "Do you really think of yourself as the betrayer Yirang? Childish, ridiculous, whimsical! You deserve it too?!"

He lost his composure for a moment, and then quickly concealed his anger, adjusted the expression on his face, and Barth Ronda returned to his previous high-ranking appearance. He reached out and pinched the light prison in front of him, and with a little force, I saw tiny cracks crawling up the light bar he was holding.

"I have to admit again that you are really powerful. There are not many bodies that can accept the soul of a god. You are also lucky, and you have also mastered the restrictive power of magic elements below the fifth level."

This was the conclusion Balth Ronda came to when he was fighting Elina.

This idea became more certain when he found that all the magic elements no longer obeyed the call, only gathered around the woman opposite them.

Barth Ronda didn't know why a mage as powerful as Alina obeyed the three-star mage in front of him—it might also be because the other party had the soul fragment of the betrayer.

To serve Yi Rang, even if it were him, would be a very difficult condition to resist.

If he hadn't known that he was just a phantom, Bals Ronda wouldn't be sure whether he would betray the church.

The First God is their god, and the Betrayer is the faith of their power.

"But don't look down on me too much."

Every time he uttered a word, the strength in Bals Rhonda's hand became stronger, and the light barrier gradually began to deform under his hands.

Facing the current situation, Bai Lan was a little nervous and frightened.

She looked at Yirang, then at Bals Ronda, not knowing how things would develop.

Yi Ran's actions in the room just now made her believe in the proposition "he is a betrayer" for a moment, but she became a little suspicious when facing Bals Ronda.

It's not her fault, after all, all the concepts of gods she knows are just from books, and she has never experienced them in real life.

She must have heard of the name of Barth Ronda, and she knew how people rumored his great strength: the strength of the betrayer Yirang is no more than this, right?

The war of the gods is over, and even if they are carefully entangled, only a vague concept remains of the past doomsday.

According to Bai Lan's thinking, Yi Ran, who only uses the body of a three-star mage, is not necessarily the opponent of Barth Ronda.

She took it for granted that Yi Rang's strength would be greatly reduced, and she would not be able to face some mages around the ninth level.

If Yirang heard such an analysis, she might feel in her heart that her lack of knowledge made her imagination seem poor.

Of course, according to Yi Rang's temper, he would not use this kind of sentence to say it, but such a sentence will be easier to understand, and it is better than Yi Rang's expression that is clearly mocking the other party but is difficult. It is better to understand the words.

"It's not a restriction, I don't have that mood."

Yi Rang's voice was always unhurried, as if what happened tonight didn't interfere much from his point of view, "I just deny them."

"What did you say?"

The other party's representative's disbelieving mocking question made Yi Rang completely lose the motivation to continue chatting - it was so boring.

What he likes is a lark, not a guy who always repeats a few words.

With a wave of her hand, Elina stepped forward holding the crystal ball in her hand. The light prison that seemed to be broken before was glowing, and the crack that had just appeared disappeared as if it didn't exist.

The crystal ball in Alina's hand glowed, and she whispered, "Behead."

In the next second, there was only a cloud of blood left.

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