Villain Lord: Both The Player And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me

Chapter 807: Memories (1)

From the depths of the dense forest, there are still a steady stream of ghouls pouring out, as if they are deliberately telling Xi Wei that the depths of the dense forest are the source of all mutations, and only by finding the source can the attack of these ghouls be cut off.

"Is it a trap..."

Xiwei looked at a dark forest, his eyes slightly lowered.

The body of the ghoul leader behind him, which had been turned into pieces, was gradually being reorganized.

It's just that there are still traces left by the god of death on his body, so the speed of this reorganization can only be described as a turtle crawling. It may not be possible to reorganize a leg in three or four hours. This "resurrection" has been destroyed by the god of death. Sexuality is completely suppressed.

The knight walked step by step towards the dense forest.

He knew there was a trap inside, but he didn't look back.

This is the conspiracy of the Old Beloved. Either he will destroy the trap, or the Holy See of Light will expel the old energy that shrouds the sky. Apart from these two methods, there is no way to end the disaster at hand. Looking forward and looking back will only end in the end. Bring about destruction.

Before going completely deep into that forest.

Xiwei looked back at the walls of the Holy See of Light.

The beam of light composed of divine power reaches straight into the sky, as if to prop up the sky that is about to collapse. Golden ripples like waves spread towards the surroundings, and the air is filled with the buzz of electromagnetic explosions.

In front of the city wall, the ghoul army gathered again and charged, but their number had been cut down by two-thirds. There were still a lot of ghouls left, but at least the defenders on the city wall had some breathing time.

Gotta speed it up.

The black-armored knight withdrew his gaze, turned around and mounted the Lion God, walking hurriedly.

…

Inside the Holy See of Light.

The pope's guidance of the power of faith has reached the extreme. Pure light divinity is spread throughout his body. This is no longer a point that a normal human can bear. Too much light element overflows from everywhere in his body, and it looks like he His body was riddled with holes, like a glowing briquette.

[Why continue to persist? 】

Horrible and weird murmurs sounded in the Pope's mind.

At first it was very vague and confusing, and I couldn't hear clearly.

But later on, as it continued to be repeated and integrated, it gradually formed a mainland lingua franca that can be understood by people.

【Is it painful? 】

【You only need to give up to relieve this pain! 】

Of course it's painful.

The pure element of light is scorching hot.

That is the divinity that removes everything.

Only the same pure light can be recognized. Human flesh, flesh and soul are impurities that are denied. Since they are impurities, they should be purified by the holy light. Every corner and cell of the soul and body is burned.

A pale light bloomed in the Pope's eyes.

The holy flame burned his eyeballs to ashes.

He grimaced, letting the screams get trapped in his throat to avoid affecting the four saints' guidance of the power of faith.

Maybe it was seeing the Pope being so stubborn.

The bewitching voice gradually disappeared.

In a daze, the surrounding environment gradually blurred, the Temple of Light gradually disappeared, and the figures of the four saints who gritted their teeth and persisted became looming. In the end, everything disappeared and turned into floating ashes. When the scene turned, he confusedly said When he woke up in the sunshine, the shadows of the trees swayed in front of him, which made him stunned for a long time.

"Moll, you have been lying under the tree all afternoon, just wait, I will tell the village chief, you lazy idiot!"

A girl's cry came to my ears.

His vision deflected, and the Pope found himself lying on a hillside facing the wind, with the only crooked-neck tree behind him. The crisp grass floated in the breeze like green waves. Under the sun, sheep gathered in groups. A girl stood in the clouds blown by the wind, wearing a plain white dress and waving to him, her smile brighter than the flowers.

More is the Pope's nickname.

The girl is his sister, Middleton Vanessa. Her name is very beautiful. In the Elvish language, it means brilliant camellia.

Maul didn't understand why he was here.

Many memories began to become blurry, and some memories hidden in the dark gradually became clear.

Lehead Village, choir, shabby and warm homes, friendly neighbors, and affable village chief.

And his task today is to herd sheep.

But Vanessa helped him accomplish this very well, and not a single sheep in the flock was missing.

Moore stood up and drove the sheep down the mountain with Vanessa. Life was as peaceful and beautiful as ever.

He herded sheep every day and went to the choir on weekends to learn the most basic benefits a priest should learn.

My sister is a skilled tailor and can do some handicrafts. Sometimes when she is not working, she will herd sheep with him like today.

This kind of life is not comparable to those of noble lords, but Moore feels very relieved and happy.

Time passed like this for a long time.

With her outstanding craftsmanship and careful personality, Vanessa got a new job - she applied to become a maid in the lord's manor.

The lord was quite generous, not only providing a salary every month, but also occasionally giving some white bread and milk.

Every month Vanessa would send milk and white bread to Moore along with part of her salary.

Life gradually got better for Moore and her sister.

The only downside is that it's hard for them to see each other again.

Vanessa only has one vacation every two months and has to work in the castle the rest of the time.

But Moore was not worried about his sister. In his opinion, Vanessa must have a very happy life living in the lord's big castle. She could wake up from a big velvet bed every day and have milk and egg white bread for breakfast. Occasionally, you can eat sizzling and greasy steaks. Those half-cooked and bloody steaks are the lord's favorite. The usual work is not that difficult, and even surprisingly easy - this is what Vanessa told him personally. of.

Moore was happy that his sister could have such a life. He thanked the lord for giving his sister such an opportunity, so when he went to the choir to pray every weekend, he would take the lord's share with him. He wished the lord a long life. I wish my sister could be treated better in the castle.

until one day.

The sound of horse hooves rumbled outside the village.

It was a group of armored knights, rushing into the village with an invincible momentum.

The originally peaceful and peaceful village was immediately infected by the murderous aura that soared into the sky, and even the air became cold and choking.

The village chief knelt humbly in front of the knights, trembling and waiting for their orders.

"We are under orders to hunt down the witch! Now we have to search from house to house!"

The leading knight's voice was cold.

He was not asking for advice, just stating an order.

The knights swarmed forward like wolves and tigers.

The village suddenly became chaotic.

The sounds of pots and pans hitting the ground, women's screams, children's cries, roosters crowing and dogs barking all came together, making Moir's head buzz.

He suddenly wanted to use the purification technique he had just learned to purify the annoying noise in the air.