The Missionary of the Second Dimension

At least that's how it seemed to Emilia.

The blood seeping from the weirdo's severed finger left red lines on the wall with no rules or beauty.

"Ahhh! It's so good! It's so good! It's very, very, very, very enjoyable! It's really, really, really, really... so good!"

Every smear on the rock wall makes the weirdo's face imprint a flush|red, every time

Even the pain can make the weirdo's emotions more intense.

Emilia even saw the white phalanx in the severed finger, and the wound scratched on the rough rock, so one could imagine how intense and severe the pain would be.

Suddenly, the weirdo stopped.

Twisting his body, he put his bloodstained face in front of Emilia.

"You're lazy."

Chapter [-] Crazy Laziness

"It's really gratifying, it's really encouraging. Is this the so-called witch's trial? It must... must be completed! This is really something that makes the brain tremble|shake... Woolen cloth!"

The strange man suddenly shouted crazily again, although his tone was serious, but this time he put his ten fingers in his mouth one by one and chewed.

A large amount of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and the sound of "crushing" was heard in the girl's ears.

The white bones were crushed, and the red meat mixed with blood and saliva was eaten by the strange man.

This can no longer be used as a lunatic to describe the Sin Archbishop of the Witch Cult.

It is simply a failure created by this world, a demon that can drag people into hell.

"Let... let me go!"

The mood of "[-]" was no longer stable and began to fluctuate.

"Ah...! All my fingers have been destroyed by me! The taste of blood is so sweet! This world has given me a lot of love today! It's love! It's love|love|love|love! "

As if the weirdo didn't see Emilia's struggle, he continued to injure himself. The greater the physical pain, the higher his emotions.

The weirdo showed an ecstatic expression while chewing on his fingers.

But at some point, no less than dozens of figures in black robes appeared in the cave.

While the High Sin Archbishop self-harmed selflessly, those shadows also slapped their palms, forming a rhythm.

Just like the pop bands that can be seen everywhere in the bar, the disgusting sound of tearing and distorting echoed in the huge space.

Peteluggius shook his head, twisted, swayed, turned, and finally leaned straight forward.

Immediately sluggish.

He knelt on the ground and panted for a while, the sound like a blower made Emilia's vigilance rise to her throat.

The girl's fear of him began to slowly rise like a tide.

"So so so so so so...!"

The disgusting face slowly approached Emilia as time passed, and she could even smell the thick bloody smell emanating from Peteluggius, as well as another inexplicable Unknown pungent gas.

"As a witch, you who have the same appearance as a witch, is this a gift for me? Or..."

Petelgius suddenly widened his eyes, and Emilia's eyes were all on those protruding eyeballs.

"If... Parker can be awakened."

Emilia thought so in her heart.

If Parker is forcibly awakened by the magic power in his body, even the Archbishop of Sin may not necessarily be the opponent of the final beast.

However, the magic power that should have been easily activated has not responded until now.

The mana in the air seemed to be dead and half silent, and there were no micro-elves around, even if Emilia exerted all her strength, it would not work.

"It's really a beautiful thing, but it's good even if you kill it. You were very diligent before. If I still have fingers, I may be more diligent than you. Therefore, diligence is the most important thing. La! Oh, life! Love! Death! You must be more diligent!"

Excited, Peteluggius pressed his face to the ground again, arching his body like a shrimp in the sea.

Totally incomprehensible behavior, and that utterly incomprehensible madness.

The excited High Sin Archbishop trembled with nosebleeds from his body.

The sharp cross dagger appeared in the next second, and the sharp blade reflected | bright light.

Then, without any hesitation, the gleaming blade pierced Emilia's chest.

"Lord Emilia!"

"Let go of Lady Emilia!"

When the tip of the knife was about to touch the surface of the girl's body, Petelgius stood still as if frozen.

"Crack...click..."

Then, like the sound of rusty gears turning, Petelgius glanced his head to the other side.

Sight.

It was a pair of young girls who were hung on chains.