After I collapsed, I became a succubus

He was dying.

Lucian thought.

The extreme cold rises from the throat and gradually spreads to the limbs.He heard the sound of the dagger falling from his hand, followed by the pain of being on the verge of suffocation, as if even the last breath of air had been squeezed out of his lungs.

He had expected his death today, but he didn't expect that he would be strangled to death.

In stark contrast to his current embarrassment, is the young man standing in front of him.The icy magic power that locked his throat was released from the young man's hand.

The young man's name is Vader.

The young man's jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, under the black hair were blood-red eyes.Those eyes no longer had the look of the past, and now there was nothing but indifference and roiling hatred.

He is looking at himself.

Lucian thought.

He was dead... looking at himself.

"Lord Vader!"

Behind the young man, there was a man's shout.He was wearing orc leather armor, with fiery red hair and a slave-specific brand on his face. He was one of the subordinates brought back here by the youth from the exile.Regardless of the fear of others, he made a trembling voice here: "You can't——he is the holy son of the human race, and the hostility in your body has reached its limit, you will lose control..."

"Holy Son? What Holy Son, he is not a human race, he is a hybrid of a succubus and a human race, but he has pretended for so many years..." Another person said, wearing the uniform of a priest, looking into Lucian's eyes It was full of disdain and hatred, "None of us can see it..."

"He killed the pope, he betrayed the human race, he is an undercover agent of the demon race!" Another clergyman hoarsely said, "This deceitful liar, we were all deceived by him...Kill him!"

They huddled in the distance because of the fear of the two people in the hall, but they were still making noise in a low voice.

Until a sound struck like thunder.

That sentence carried a blazing killing intent, and everyone immediately fell silent.

"roll!"

These were the only words left by the blood-eyed youth to everyone.

There was a strong evil spirit in his voice.No one dared to doubt that if they dared to continue to approach, the next person to die must be themselves.

Everyone present had seen the young man on the battlefield like a bloody Shura, and had lowered his head in fear because of those ominous blood eyes.The demeanor of the young man now is clearly on the verge of losing control - they know what it looks like when a young man is out of control, it is completely a monster who only knows how to kill...or an evil god.

In addition, as the youth's subordinates, they know better than anyone else that their master, the former paladin who was expelled and killed by the temple in the name of "fallen god bloodline"...

The hatred for the holy son in his hands who betrayed him several times, hunted him down, and caused him to fall to this day.

——Even if he swore an oath before the God of Light to protect him for the rest of his life.

The powerful force in the throat was released.Lucian leaned weakly on the statue, and gradually slid down.He crouched under the statue of the God of Light, coughing, and his throat was full of blood.

At the same time, those who were chasing finally exited the temple one by one.The last to withdraw were three of Vader's orc minions.One of the handsome orcs with a scar on his forehead frantically pushed the first person, urging him to leave, but couldn't help but glance at the end of the way to the temple.

Then, he heard a chuckle.

A chuckle as if he thought the scene was funny.

The laughter came from under the flower window, between the lips of Lucian who was still leaning on the statue with bloody hands.He raised his eyebrows and looked at the people who left one by one, the gentle smile on his face was gone.After noticing that the orc was looking at him, he even turned his face away, completely ignoring Vader who was looking sullen, and made a "goodbye" gesture to him without any fear.

The orc was flattered, blank-faced, and immediately dragged out by two other terrified companions.

He was still thinking in a trance until he got away from the suddenly soaring strong sense of oppression.The rumors about the appearance of the Holy Son in the exile are really true.

He really is as rumored.Even if he already knew how vicious and filthy his heart was, even if he was wearing a blood-stained robe and leaning against the statue in embarrassment.

Unlike Vader, people often ignore his looks because of his imposing manner.And no matter how embarrassing the situation of the Holy Son, it is difficult for people to ignore his beauty.

……

In this once resplendent temple, but now stained with blood, only Vader and Lucian were left.Lucian looked at the closed door and smiled, still maintaining the gesture of saying goodbye to that person.

He felt pain in the wrist of his right hand, maybe the bone was about to break—when he just picked up the dagger and was about to stab it into Vader's body, Vader grabbed his throat with magic power and threw He strangled on a statue of a god.

His hand was also injured at that time.

"Hold on, number five!" the system shouted in his mind, "His hatred for you is already 97! Work harder to provoke him! When it reaches 100, you can complete the collection of the child of luck in this world." The task of hatred, and then escaped to the next world! But he looks so angry, tsk tsk, do you want me to activate a pain shield for you?"

"Whatever." Lucian said subconsciously, "Keep your voice down, you're interrupting my train of thought for the performance."

Others naturally couldn't see his conversation with the system.In the eyes of others, Lucian just turned his eyes away at this moment, avoiding the gaze of Vader.

"Okay, your caring little system is here to serve you wholeheartedly!" The system said, and the pain on Lucian's wrist eased a lot, "Then I won't bother you, the host, there is only one step to go, the mission come on!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lucian pressed the mute button.Only then did Lucian throw his consciousness back into the real world.

Vader walked towards him step by step, his blood eyes rolled and his complexion was dark.He saw the boots on his feet—the dark leather boots were still stained with the sweet blood of the demon race.

Then there was the pair of hands wearing pitch-black enchanted leather gloves that had killed countless demons.

A hand covered his right hand—and pressed that right hand against the idol as it attempted to escape.There was a coolness pouring into the wound, Lucian couldn't tell what it was, but felt a numbness at the broken joints.

The other hand pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head.

"look at me."

The voice that did not allow anyone to resist said so.

The jaw under the opponent's control was pinched painfully, and those scarlet blood eyes occupied all his sights.

Gloomy, tyrannical, murderous intent, the blazing hatred that seems to tear him apart... and the deeper darkness that people can't understand.

Even though he had seen many blackened children of luck, Lucian still felt out of breath at that moment.

Vader is worthy of being the son of luck in the world of nightmare-level difficulty missions.

'Is your hatred towards me really only 97? ' he muttered to himself.

According to his original plan and analysis, after being exiled and hunted down for several years, Vader's hatred for him after learning the truth will inevitably reach [-]%.What's more, he also stepped on Vader's biggest thunder point - a person as proud as Vader would absolutely not be able to bear any betrayal from others.

Now Vader's eyes are enough to make any tasker startled with fear.But his hatred value is only 97.This shows that, deep in the heart of the Destiny Child, there are still positive expectations worth 3 points for him.

Without eliminating these 3 positive expectations, he will not have the energy he needs to leave the world of the mission.

But fortunately, now Vader has come to the temple as he planned.Soon he will be able to irritate Vader with words, make these 3 small deviations disappear, and continue the script he wrote-Vade, who recognized his true colors, came to the temple, killed him with monstrous rage, and killed him in all ascended to the throne amid the cheers of the people.

But he retired after success, and in the next small world, he was still a happy black lotus playing with people's hearts.

So what if this world is a nightmare difficulty?Over the years, he has experienced hundreds if not thousands of worlds. He has seen too many reactions to anger, and he is even more familiar with provoking others and manipulating people's hearts.Vader is just one of the many victims... well, after he leaves, if he is in a good mood, he will ask the system to send him a compensation package.

This is his confidence as a fast traveler, he has long been used to such routines.And Lucian is so arrogant and heartless.

But before he could speak, he felt a pressure on his eyelids.

This sense of oppression comes from two fingers.They went up and down, pressing down on his upper and lower eyelids respectively.

Lucian froze, because this was an action he never thought would happen.

Through the thin eyelids, he felt the strength of Vader's fingers.There was magic smoke on his fingers, but now, they were gradually compressed on his eyeballs, accompanied by the eyes of the other party looking at him all the time, as if he was looking at something he had never understood.

At that moment Lucian had the illusion that Vader was going to gouge out his eyeballs.

His body also trembled physiologically due to the stimulation.

Then he heard a word from Vader that hadn't been in any of his plans.

"What beautiful green eyes, isn't it? I just found out today that your eyeballs are so beautiful. Lu-Xian. Why didn't I notice it before?"

Wade prolonged his tone and called his name, his voice was cold, and even revealed a bit of weird and twisted affection—like a whisper between lovers.

But his eyes wanted to tear Lucian apart.

He knew better than anyone that they were enemies.