Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

"How could that be?" Catherine didn't react for a moment and stood there in a daze.

How come this loser Baichuan suddenly became so strong?

Baichuan felt his blood boiling, his heart beating rapidly, and his whole body was working under high load.

Baichuan certainly didn't give Catherine any chance to breathe. He clenched his fist and went straight to Catherine's abdomen.

This blow sent Catherine flying and she hit the wall hard.

"Baichuan, stop fighting. You don't have to go to this extent," Cecia advised, "You will die!"

This punch is powerful, but after using too much force, Baichuan will break his bones and even lose consciousness completely behind his arm.

"Please, Shirakawa, there's still time to stop now."

"It's too late, Cecia." Baichuan no longer thought too much about the consequences.

He just wanted to kill this self-righteous and arrogant woman. He just wanted to protect this poor succubus.

"How pathetic, Baichuan." Catherine covered her lower abdomen, stood up against the wall, and pulled out the sword that was stuck in the wall.

"You are willing to sacrifice your life for a shameless witch. It seems that you have been completely deceived by her." Catherine got into a fighting stance, and the small bruises on her abdomen began to heal visibly.

This is also one of the abilities of her nun robe, which can quickly heal wounds.

"Yes, that's right, I was confused. Who doesn't like a white-haired, busty queen?" Baichuan did not hide it.

Whether it was her smooth and beautiful skin or his red eyes and white hair, they were all in Shirakawa's strike zone. If she hadn't appeared as a god, perhaps Shirakawa could really have become her single pusher.

"Her beauty is also a disguise. You should have seen her true appearance. She is just an insignificant little scarlet spider."

"It's better than you." Bai Chuan pointed at Catherine, who was wearing revealing clothes that looked like a saint's body, and laughed, "You are dressed so sexy, and yet you call others witches and fallen. I think you are just a slutty nun who likes to seduce men."

"How dare you insult my holy garment!" Baichuan's words aroused Catherine's anger. He blasphemed her faith. Catherine, holding the holy sword in her hand, rushed directly towards Baichuan.

A high sweeping blow headed for Baichuan's neck.

Baichuan squatted down to avoid it. The sword was so fast that Baichuan could feel the wind around the blade.

It seems that Catherine will not hold back either.

Catherine, who was extremely angry, attacked continuously, and the large holy sword even formed a shield due to the afterimage of her fast dancing.

The continuous attacks overwhelmed Baichuan, who retreated repeatedly and had no chance of getting close to Catherine.

"Go to hell, Baichuan." Catherine smiled morbidly. No one could stop her on the road to revenge.

Unexpectedly, Baichuan suddenly took a step forward, and the holy sword chopped directly on his chest, making a dull sound.

It was clearly the sound of the forkbone protecting the rib cage breaking.

Adrenaline rushed through Baichuan's brain, making him unable to feel the pain.

He took the opportunity to kick Catherine's knee and sweep her low.

Catherine felt pain and her legs bent slightly.

Although her clothes could protect her, Baichuan's attack power was almost beyond the scope of human beings.

Taking advantage of Catherine's trance, Baichuan's fists rained down like raindrops.

Baichuan used all his strength in every punch.

Now it was Catherine's turn to be beaten back.

The speed of recovery was far slower than the speed of damage received, and large bruises began to appear on Catherine's body.

Baichuan knew that this was his last chance to defeat her once and for all.

"Sanchi, Matsushima, stop him quickly." Catherine roared.

The two people with pretty faces full of collagen were activated and stood up unsteadily. Matsushima raised the revolver from his waist and loaded the bullet mechanically.

"Baichuan, be careful behind you." Cecilia shouted.

Shirakawa did not answer. He had no time to care about Matsushima behind him.

Baichuan found this opportunity to suppress Catherine at the painful price of a broken sternum.

Not to be missed.

Matsushima slowly raised his revolver and aimed at the back of Shirakawa's head.

Her wrist was trembling slightly, and it could be seen that her consciousness was fighting against Catherine's control.

"Shoot now, Songdao!" Catherine yelled.

"Shut up." Baichuan punched Catherine in the mouth.

Cecilia tried to stand up with difficulty, wanting to block the bullet for Baichuan.

This type of firearm will not cause too much damage to the god's body.

But she couldn't do it. The wounds inflicted by Catherine continued to bleed. Her body and limbs became colder and colder, and she became more and more out of control and out of tune.

Even the spider legs behind it could only weakly hook onto the ground.

Is this... what death feels like?

Cecilia was powerless and could only watch Matsushima aim at Shirakawa's head.

boom!

Gunshots exploded in the small dungeon.

The muzzle flash lit up the entire room.

Uh! Ah!

Baichuan groaned.

He was shot in the shoulder, the bullet penetrated his left shoulder and embedded in the wall in front of Shirakawa.

Catherine was still wondering, Matsushima was clearly aiming at Shirakawa's head, but why did he hit Shirakawa's shoulder?

Until she saw that Miike was holding Matsushima's wrist and pressing it down.

There was still a little white smoke coming out of the gun barrel.

It was obvious that at the moment of shooting, Miike protected Shirakawa instinctively.

They are all crazy, these people are not normal, they are obviously just seeking sexual desire and enjoying pleasure.

They were clearly in such a decadent relationship, why could she break through her own control and protect this damn Baichuan?

Baichuan's left hand's punching speed slowed down slightly, and with each punch, blood continued to "squeeze out" from his wound.

Fortunately, it's not fatal.

But this also gave Catherine time to catch her breath. She picked up the holy sword and stabbed it hard into Baichuan's stomach.

Baichuan took a big step back, coughing continuously, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Baichuan already felt that there was absolutely no chance of him surviving, and his body was only being supported by adrenaline.

One broken bone, one gunshot wound, after two injuries, the loss of strength was even faster.

Death is getting closer and closer.

At the same time, Catherine was at the end of her strength. That was just her last attack with all her strength, and her holy clothes were already overloaded.

Catherine poked the holy sword into the ground, holding it, breathing heavily.

The bruises on his body were clearly visible and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"You actually pushed me to this point, Baichuan." Catherine said weakly, "You are almost dying now, is it really worth dying for this witch?"

"I think it's worth it." Baichuan used up his last bit of strength to prop up his body.

Victory is just one step away.

"Hahaha, ahhahaha." Catherine laughed unnaturally.

"Baichuan, do you think I don't have any last resort?"

"A trump card?" Bai Chuan looked at Catherine, who was almost exhausted, "You are just bluffing."

Catherine staggered and raised the holy sword above her head. Both the nun's robe and the holy sword shone with holy light.

This pure light that made humans feel comfortable and relaxed made Baichuan feel terrified at this moment.

"You'll know if you try it!" Catherine twisted the hilt of the sword.

"Oh, great God, please grant me strength, please grant me invincible courage, let me cut off all the filth and eliminate all evil in the world. For this, I am willing to give you my life and everything I have..." Catherine sang loudly, and as she sang, the light of the holy sword and Taoist robe became brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire room.

Baichuan wanted to interrupt, but found that an aura appeared around Catherine's body, surrounding her and protecting her.

Baichuan could only raise his hands to defend himself, but he found that her eyes finally fell on Cecilia.

Her target is still Cecia!

"Go to hell, witch!!!" Catherine swung the sword.

At the last moment, Baichuan hugged Cecilia tightly, covered her head, and protected her in his arms.

The blinding white light illuminated the entire room.

......

After the light.

Miike and Matsushima were unconscious and lying on the ground.

Baichuan's entire back was burned until it turned black and mushy, and the skin was completely carbonized.

The areas that were not blurred also had white blisters.

The air was filled with the smell of roasting meat.

Cecilia nestled in Baichuan's arms, safe and sound, without any harm.

And Catherine's body disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the sexy nun's clothes and the holy sword lying on the ground.

It's over, it's all over.

206. The intersection of life and death

"Ah, cough cough!" Baichuan coughed and vomited blood. His lungs felt like they were burning on fire. He could feel his ribs poking his lungs with every breath.

The same goes for my back. I don't even feel any pain. I have completely lost consciousness.

The temporary power borrowed from the gift pack also completely disappeared. The damage caused by every punch and every attack just now was returned to Baichuan's body in an equivalent amount.

His arms and legs were swollen to varying degrees, and coupled with his previous wrist injury, his entire arm no longer looked human.

The gunshot wound on the shoulder and the fingernails on the hands were still pumping out blood.

This is the price of using that power.

He collapsed limply on Cecia's body.

So tired, so sleepy, so sleepy...

"Baichuan, Baichuan, hello." Cecilia raised her head and called his name softly.

Hearing Cecilia's call, Baichuan used his remaining strength to maintain a clear mind.

"Put me, put me on the ground, lie down for a while..." Baichuan said weakly.

"Okay, okay." Cecilia supported Baichuan and let him lie on the ground.

When the carbonized back touched the ground, there was a crunching sound, the sound of the burnt scab being crushed.

Blood and thick water burst out of the vesicle due to the squeezing and flowed all over the ground.

Baichuan felt nothing. He stared blankly at the ceiling. The chandelier in the dungeon emitted a dim orange light, which had no beauty at all.

He wanted to look at the sky, the stars, the sunset and so on again at the last moment of his life.

What a pity...

"Baichuan, why would you do this for me?" Tears welled up in Cecilia's scarlet eyes.

The body was shaking with grief.

Ah, it turns out that succubi can cry too.