The target is a goddess!Sacred Path of the Scrap Succubus

In just 3 minutes, there was no longer a living man in the house.

The last few thugs, even with a look of relief, were eager to kill.

When hope turns to despair, a quick and easy death becomes the reward.

When the house was silent again, the swarm of bats gathered at the door again.

Meredith picked up her own robe and put it on, and asked softly:

"Is it enough?"

Serena shook her head.

"Not yet. These are just starters, Meredith, and you don't have to follow behind."

Meredith pursed her lips, but said stubbornly:

"I don't like to give up halfway. No matter what the crime is, I will bear it with you this time."

"It's up to you."

After saying this, Serena began to chant the profane incantation.

The magic power with an evil and dark atmosphere surged, turning the souls of dozens of people in the house into nourishment for the succubus.

Enduring the discomfort, Serena swallowed these unappetizing inferior souls, and then turned her head to look at the bloody morning light that just shone into the room.

"Let's go to the next point."

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"Sally, you must give us an explanation!"

In the Baker family's manor, several brothers gathered together were arguing head-on.

As the eldest brother, Casa looked at his little brother viciously.

Just now, he received a report from his subordinates that his family's manor in the countryside was bloodbathed by unknown intruders.

The private soldiers that the family spent a lot of money to train turned into fragmented corpses.

There is no doubt that a terrible enemy has come to the door-and as the head of the house, he doesn't even know the source of the matter!

This can really drive people crazy.

And Sally, at this time, also had a panicked expression on his face.

"I really don't know! Logically speaking, it's impossible. The knights of the church are still in the monastery. I had someone confirm it this morning."

"It's impossible to say that there are troops coming in from outside. If there is any trouble in this place, we will get the news as soon as possible..."

Casa patted the table impatiently and yelled:

"So, who did you offend? Even Bishop Rubin, we can negotiate!"

Sally immediately lowered his head, and replied hesitantly:

"We, we may have killed the Holy Maiden of Aurora, probably..."

"what?"

Casa suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat.

"What are you talking about? Do you know what you are talking about? Who is Aurora Saintess, you really don't know?"

Sally rolled her eyes, and answered honestly:

"I know, the Holy Maiden of Aurora is the Pope's only disciple and a popular candidate for the next Pope."

"Knowing that you still dare to make a move?"

Kasa covered his face in despair.

He really didn't expect his younger brother to be so stupid.

"I can't do it either!"

Sally argued loudly.

"They all said that our family has been targeted by the saint of Aurora. If our business is found out, wouldn't it be a death?"

"O Saint Gillian!"

Kasa slumped down on the chair.

That's right, it's a dead end anyway.

But death and death are sometimes different, right?

If Aurora is not hurt, the Baker family will always have a few unimportant children who can survive, and even get a little care from sympathizers.

Well now, the Baker family will definitely be uprooted from the roots.

But Casa is not a young man after all, he immediately cheered up again.

Even if you want to die, you have to do your best before you die, and you have to die to understand!

"Tell me, who told you that the Holy Maiden of Aurora is coming to investigate?"

The murderous look in Kasa's words made Sally understand the seriousness of the matter.

He immediately replied:

"It's Dave Walker, the vicar from the next town."

Casa shook his head:

"He has no reason to know this kind of thing. Has he ever said, where is the news?"

Sally smiled bitterly:

"No, after he told me, I went to arrange it, so..."

"You idiot!"

Kasa finally broke out and slapped his brother.

"After today, the Baker family will be expelled!"

It wasn't until he was stopped by several other brothers that he replied to Qingming and told the next step.

"Hurry up, gather the children and send them away as soon as possible, the farther the better, divide them into several groups!"

"We may be doomed, but the Baker family still has a chance to make a comeback..."

"No, it's gone."

A strange voice sounded, and Kasa looked towards the second floor of his house in astonishment.

He saw a pair of eyes exuding purple brilliance...

Chapter 19 I will bear this crime

"May Saint Gillian, bless us all."

After reading the last prayer, Bishop Rubin bowed gracefully to the guests around him, and then walked out of the auditorium with steady steps.

After presiding over the blessing ceremony for a day, he was really a little tired, so he stopped being courteous with his acquaintances and walked straight back to his mansion.

However, as soon as he walked into the house, he instinctively felt something was wrong.

It was too quiet in the house.

At this time, the maids should start preparing dinner, right?

Rubin immediately raised his vigilance, and quickly walked towards the fireplace, holding the long sword on it in his hand-it was a gift from his friend.

At the same time, he also pressed a protrusion on the belt buckle, sending out the magic signal.

After doing this, he felt a little more at ease, and began to carefully observe the clues in the house.

The utensils in the room had not been moved, and the tea set that should have been placed on the small table was nowhere to be found—this meant that the maids had been inactive for at least half an hour.

After thinking for a while, Bishop Rubin recited a prayer silently, cast a protective spell on himself, and then walked slowly towards the study.

Although there is nothing important there, if someone with a heart comes to the house, they will probably be there.

And when he walked near the study, he saw that the door that was supposed to be closed was opened a crack.

From inside, there was also the sound of flipping books.

The bishop listened carefully for a moment, and realized that there was only one person inside.

He suddenly jumped, jumped to the door of the study, and shouted:

"Ha, you're already stuck here, little thief!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he froze.

A few seconds later, he spoke again in embarrassment:

"Saint Aurora, is that you? Welcome to the humble house, but can you let me know in advance next time?"

"Aurora" raised his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at Bishop Rubin, with a faint smile on his mouth.

After a few more seconds, Bishop Rubin had clearly shown an uncomfortable expression, and she said softly:

"I guess you should be very sorry that I can still come back here alive."

Rubin blinked and replied:

"I don't understand what you mean. Speaking of which, I warned you before that it may be dangerous to continue to act..."

"Besides, I was the one who told you about the suspicious aspects of the Baker family, have you forgotten?"

"of course not."

The saint flicked her blond hair and jumped off the desk.

"I am very grateful for your information, um, if you hadn't told Pastor Walker about the situation you told me about it in the first place, and then he had conveyed it to the Baker family."

Bishop Rubin's lips moved into an ugly smile.

"What are you talking about? Even you, it would be too much to accuse me so seriously."

"Yes, seriously."

The saint's eyes sharpened.

"You always knew it was going to be serious, didn't you?"

"You have always known that the Baker family has been a shadow of a snake recently, and a little trouble will make them nervous."

"You even know that they have gathered private soldiers and plan to fight to the death if necessary."

"But they haven't made up their minds to confront me head-on, so you pushed them."

The saint turned around lightly, and for a moment, her figure was as graceful as a dance.

In the end, he just said dryly:

"I don't know what you're talking about. If you must continue this delusion, I suggest you go back to St. Salome Monastery to recuperate for a while. You are probably just too tired."

"Too tired?"

The saint's voice also became dangerous.

"I'm not tired, after all, I've escaped from birth. My sisters are not tired, after all, they have already slept forever."

"But, Bishop Rubin, won't your heart be tired? Obviously you don't need to participate in this matter, your brother is even ready to sacrifice himself to protect you..."

"Wait, what did you do to my brother?"

Bishop Rubin's face twisted, and anger burned in his eyes.

"Ah, what a brotherhood..."

The saint didn't pay attention to the bishop, but just recalled to herself.

"Even though he had ten fingers chopped off, he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit that you were involved. Unfortunately, I didn't intend to ask him anything, I was just venting my anger on him."