Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

We smashed that big tree, yes, literally.

The brave and iron-headed Prince Lucas, like the devil boy Nezha with his feet on a hot wheel, directly raised his "Starfall" domain and smashed it to the bread tree shaped like a millstone.

I was shocked, this is so brave!

Have you ever wondered, if we guessed wrong, and you smashed the field out, would we be killed by the piper without protection?

Lucas turned his head and looked at me, his star-like eyes were filled with words: Hey, buddy, don't be cowardly, just do it!

When the stars with flaming fire fell on the fairy-tale horizon, overlapping sharp wailing resounded through the illusory space, and the scene before our eyes suddenly changed——

The marshmallow land has turned into scorched earth where not a single blade of grass grows, and the grape juice stream is exuding foul-smelling corpse water and blood. On the dry trees, there are children's skeletons that jingle like wind chimes, and their black eye sockets face the same direction. He looked at the two of us blankly and viciously.

At this moment, the flute player in colorful clothes has already turned into a monster. Its facial features are bloody and bloody, and there are more than a dozen black children's arms growing on its body. The abdomen, back, thighs and shoulders are densely packed with children who are either crying or crying. Laughing, or frowning faces, but with eyes closed.

This is the reality of this fairy tale field, and this is the realistic ending of the story of the mill apprentice.

The piercing and short flute in the hands of the Piper Monster made me dizzy. Fortunately, I have experienced it several times, and the salted fish who even glanced at Jarno's real body have nothing to fear.

Five senses shielded!

The movement of the flute monster paused for a moment, but the next moment it broke free from my restraint.

Howl of the Banshee!

The figure of the underworld banshee loomed, and before she could open her mouth to cry, she was grabbed and torn apart by a dozen black arms of the flute monster.

Damn it, this thing is going berserk once it shows its true form!Have you exported your CD yet?Magistrate, Magistrate, give me a squeak!The assistant is out of control!Our group has no milk and no T. Wouldn't it be too unreasonable for you to let an assistant take care of the crazy boss alone?

Lucas didn't respond to my inner call. He was floating in the air, with his arms facing the sky, his eyes closed, and he was chanting some incantation. The mighty force that shattered everything trembled.

The flute monster had a premonition of the threat from the long sword of the stars, and immediately left me and attacked Lucas behind me.

To be reasonable, the reading bar of the Star Sea Lord's skill is too slow.

Projection of consciousness, shielding of five senses!I forcibly controlled the Piper Monster again, and its movements stagnated again.

The next moment, a swift and fiery starlight pierced the illusion, and the stardust shattered all over the sky. Lucas' figure flashed behind the monster. We watched the Piper's body gradually become transparent, like butter melted in a pot. The faces of the children on it suddenly opened their eyes, and the countless pairs of strange gazes made me feel wrong, and Lucas quickly stepped back.

But it was too late. From the time the children's eyes touched us, this process is irreversible.But how is it possible?This feeling is obviously...impossible, how could it be like this?

How could a demon of calamity have a "spiritual deed"?Isn't this the prerogative of the gods and his subordinates?

The essence of the "spiritual deed" is to use the supreme divine power to infuse the soul with knowledge and spells. During this process, the gods can convey any information to human believers.And the Piper obviously doesn't intend to develop us to be believers. It is dying, but it is not reconciled. It uses its last strength to convey its resentment before dying.

This is an unremarkable wooden flute, the only toy for children in this poor area.

Its raw material is only discarded wood, but it has been carefully polished by the owner to be extremely smooth. Because it has not been coated with a protective layer, there are cracks in the sound of the flute that has been used for a long time, which affects the pitch, and it is unknown when it will be completely broken.

But that child didn't care, he would always sit on the stone by the port and play a short and cheerful tune when he was busy working and worrying about life.At this time, the people around him will slow down slightly, letting the music blow their souls along the sea breeze.

But the good times didn't last long when he fell ill due to exhaustion and malnutrition.Naturally, the impoverished family could not afford the high cost of a private doctor. His parents began to worship the evil gods that were circulated in the market, and chanted vague prayers to a statue that exuded ominousness. They hoped that their son would recover and their lives would be better It gets better day by day, and tomorrow I can earn enough bread money to cover my belly.

When he was sick, he still played the cracked wooden flute, and let the intermittent happy music dispel the smog in the heart of the whole family. There were also kind-hearted "philanthropists" who came to visit the seriously ill children in the West District, noble ladies and wives He shed tears, and in the end, there was an exquisite painted version of "Polita Folklore Fairy Tales" beside his bed...

The philanthropists did not help him, nor did the evil gods. On the contrary, the Xinghai Church quickly discovered this commonplace. The police officers of the city hall arrested his parents and put him in jail. His older sisters could only go to the East District to make a living. He was also unable to take care of his seriously ill younger brother.

He was thrown at home to die. His brothers didn't say anything, but he knew that they expected him to die early to make room for the family. The long-term weakness and high fever had already made him unable to blow the crowbar again. He held the flute tightly in his little hand, and kept slipping into the endless abyss in his drowsiness.

One afternoon, when he woke up from his stupor, he realized that he had better not die at home, and that would cause trouble for his brothers.He is holding his only two things: a wooden flute and a book of fairy tales.

He walked for a long time, but he didn't know where he was going, until he looked through a wide road, half-blind eyes vaguely saw the small red brick house across the road so delicate and noble, and there seemed to be a child in the garden opposite looked over at him.

The child was fiddling with the mechanical toy in his hand, and glanced at him casually, without disgust, but there was no reaction, as if he saw bricks on the ground and catkins in the air. After a while, he became bored. He tossed the toy aside.

Holding the flute and the book in his hand, he stared blankly at the boy's family members coming out of the room, and with the same indifferent glance as if looking at the air, he coaxed his own child to go back to eat.He stood on that clear road for too long, until the police officer on the opposite side approached menacingly, waving his baton.

He finally fell powerlessly on this road. No matter the noble people or the poor in the west district, none of the people who came and went gave him a look, as if his fallen body had merged with the floor tiles.

At the end of his life, he coughed violently, as if he was about to cough up his lungs. The spewed blood soaked the wooden flute full of cracks. His eyes were fixed in empty hallucinations, and his ears remembered eternal With the non-stop sound of the happy flute, the happy world seen by the mill apprentice emerged in front of his eyes.

he died.

Until then, no one cared about his existence and demise.It was only because the corpse was lying on the side of the road that it was easy to scare the ladies and young masters who passed by, so the police officer sent him to the place where the corpse was collected in the West District.

There are many children who died young in the west area. His corpse was holding a flute, and was thrown on top of one pale child corpse after another. They all had the same pale face and thin body. She smiled, but closed her eyes tightly.Their childhood stays forever in this moment, but no one sees it, no one watches it.

Even the apostles of the evil gods would not stop for them.

The blood-stained wooden flute exuded a dark air, gradually gathering the corpses of all the children in the mortuary, and spreading, spreading, and spreading to the bones of the numerous young children buried in the public cemetery.

Our blood, our flesh, our souls, our brothers and sisters, we perish here and no one cares.

Look at us, look at us, look at us, look at us, look at us—

This wooden flute was stained with the breath of the evil god that had been prayed for, and was soaked with enough resentment and misfortune. It became a trigger point, and the calamity event broke out.

And the apostles of the evil god came following the aura, trying to devour this calamity item, but they were swallowed in reverse.As a result, the doom item awakened its own wisdom and became the doom demon. It wore colorful clown costumes and played short and cheerful old music, luring children one after another to the fairy tale world it created. .

It was not watched by people during life, and it has the ability to make consciousness disappear after death.

It longed to go to the perfect world like the mill apprentice in life, and created the same false realm after death.

The boy holding the wooden flute stood on top of the cold and pale corpses, and every corpse under his feet had the same face as him. He gave Lucas and me a funny smile like a clown.

"You are not him, he is dead, you are just a flute, no, you are not. You are just the resentment left by these children before they died." I looked at him helplessly and said, "But I don't know, when Even resentment can be bonded with people."

What's more, Lucas and I have both been contracted by spirits. Logically speaking, loyal ministers are not two masters. Neither the Lord of the Star Sea nor Yanuo is a god who is open-minded enough to share believers with others.

How did a mere demon of calamity avoid the marks of the two gods and forcibly bond with us?

"I don't know," the little monster said in a weird and funny tone, like a poor imitation of humans, "Want to listen, flute?"

Lucas and I looked at each other and nodded together.

The little monster with a boy's face laughed, and he brought the wooden flute to his mouth again, and played the cheerful nursery rhyme that everyone in Polita knew—

The sun is setting, the waves are shaking, Dad, leave the harbor and take me home; the sun is setting, the waves are surging, Mom, prepare dinner and wait for me to go home~~

The contract came to an abrupt end, and everything was over.

I encountered two very embarrassing things. First, I was forcibly contracted again, and my soul was branded as a piper. Most likely will be strangled.

Second, the Piper's Illusion was smashed open by Lucas with "Falling Stars", and it was also hacked to death by the Sword of Starlight. Already on the way, my life is over!

And Lucas may not save me, thank God he didn't help catch me, no matter how happy we chatted in the illusion, he is after all the one favored by the righteous god, and I am the messenger of the evil god.

He and I looked at each other awkwardly and silently, and I decided to fight for a chance for myself.

"The Church of Star Sea will be very angry if they find out that you have been contracted by the Piper Piper." This is equivalent to slapping the Lord of Star Sea face to face.

Lucas twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "What do you want?"

"It's better to let us forget each other. You haven't seen me, and I haven't seen you." If I was caught by Xinghai Church, my mouth wouldn't be able to guard the door.

"...OK." Lucas said decisively.

After getting the guarantee, I turned around and ran away. Should I wait for the executioner to invite me to church for tea?

"Sarl," Lucas called me from behind.

"Huh?" I turned back as I ran, and I had already run some distance away. I couldn't hear Lucas's whisper, "What did you say?"

"I said—nice to meet you—we'll see you next time—"

Hee hee, do you think I want to see you again?