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Chapter 39: Killing the Doll (Please Read)

The cold wind blew through the open window, causing the papers on the bookshelf to flutter.

The assassin was shrouded in a black robe, and most of the moonlight that penetrated into the room was blocked, forming a shadow covering the two girls in the room.

Lilia was kneeling at the foot of the wall. Her face was wrapped in bandages with only one eye exposed, but there was no trace of fear on it. Instead, there was a hint of excitement and madness.

Ella stood tall with her petite figure, one hand in front of Lilia to protect her, her eyes fixed on the windowsill, not noticing the subtle expression on the black-haired girl's face.

"I am Ella Haiweier, the Saint of the Holy Temple of Light. Your actions have violated the laws of the Empire and the teachings of the Holy Temple. I advise you to surrender."

Ella's cold voice was righteous and stern. This was the classic blame-shifting rhetoric that the clergy would recite when they attacked her in the previous life.

What I actually want to express is probably - I am going to chop you up next, and I am going to chop you up legally.

The figure in black was half-crouching on the windowsill. After hearing Ella's voice, he turned his neck slightly, tilted his head, and made a strange "clicking" sound. Under the wide hood, a blue eyeball as lifeless as a glass bead emerged from the shadows.

The next second, the black shadow disappeared from the windowsill.

The tip of the dagger pierced a straight line in the darkness. At the moment when it was about to touch the silver-haired girl's neck, the man in black robe was hit by a palm on the wrist that was holding the dagger.

The palm was small and soft, but the force it unleashed was fierce, which deflected the blade's trajectory.

After Ella hit with her left palm, she leaned forward, her fair profile meeting the slanted edge without blinking, and she punched out with her right fist clenched at her waist with strength.

The slender fist hit the black-robed man like a white nail poking into a blackboard. With a dull thud, a semicircular hole was created on the black figure's chest.

Although she has the figure of a petite girl, that only affects the basic attributes. The attribute bonus brought by the skills is the same as Ye Xiaoke's, which means that although her physical skills are not as good as Ye Xiaoke's, they are not weak either.

The black shadow rolled over several times and fell onto the table by the windowsill, smashing the fine wooden furniture into pieces.

However, looking at the miserable appearance of the black shadow, Ella frowned slightly and raised her right hand in front of her eyes.

The white back of the hand was covered in blood, and several joints on the top of the fist were cracked.

The punch just now didn't seem to hit the flesh, but rather hit a piece of steel plate solidly.

Sure enough, the man in black robe supported himself with his feet and raised his entire body back from the prone position in a posture that defied gravity.

Oh shit, is this street dance?

Ella's brain complained at an inopportune moment.

The next second, the man in black robe flashed and this time he rushed to Ella with his fist clenched.

Ella subconsciously stretched out her hand to block, but saw a sharp blade suddenly emerge from the tip of the black-robed man's fist and slash down at Ella's raised arm.

"Swish"

In an instant, deep red splashed all over the white dress, and the forearm, as delicate as a work of art, was cut in two, and the palm fell to the ground with blood gushing out.

Seeing her hand falling to the floor and bouncing like a mantis shrimp, Ella's first reaction was inexplicably funny.

And then... it hurts a little.

After the first strike was successful, the man in black robe immediately swung his arm and the second strike followed.

But the next moment, the sharp blade that could just break bones and tendons could no longer penetrate even a little bit.

The glass eyes under the black hood spun around, reflecting a wolf claw covered with snow-white hair pressing against the blade.

The wolf claw was connected to the broken end of Ella's arm, and almost the moment she moved, the claw grew out of the broken arm.

However, the man in black seemed indifferent to this strange sight. After trying and finding that the blade in his right hand was caught and difficult to pull out, he immediately clenched his left hand into a fist and stretched out another blade to stab the girl in front of him.

But this time it was not so simple. With a snap of fingers, the sharp blade cut through the air and suddenly turned darker and twisted into a black tentacle. It turned around and slapped the black-robed man on the head with a snap.

The blow came with a sound of wind and directly ripped the wide hood into pieces of cloth, revealing a strange head with a metallic luster.

Alchemy doll? No...

Although the upper half of the head is a metal shell, the lower half of the face is a completely human face. It is the first time that Ella has seen such a weird stitching method, but it can be seen that this thing is more agile than ordinary alchemical dolls.

Ella exerted force suddenly, and her snow-white wolf claws crushed the blade into flying iron pieces.

She then lashed out at the black-robed man who was entangled by the tentacles with her claws, and her sharp nails tore the black robe apart.

The body of the man in black under the robe was like a product of flesh and metal stitched together. The steel belly shell was ripped open, revealing the scarlet internal organs mixed with gears and chains. Even though he suffered such serious injuries, this half-metal, half-human creature was still struggling to stand up on the ground.

What is this? ?

Ella felt that her worldview was challenged once again. Why had she never seen so many strange things in her previous life?

"Lady Saint, there is more than one of these things, and someone is outside directing them." Lilia behind him reminded at the right time.

"boom"

The ceiling suddenly shattered, and in the falling wood and rubble, Ella picked up Lilia at the critical moment, broke through the bedroom door and rolled out.

"My Lord God, I was right about you!" The only eye that was exposed in Lilia's arms seemed to be shining with stars.

Ella was overwhelmed when she saw two more figures in black robes falling from the hole in the ceiling in the bedroom. Although she couldn't see their bodies, she could guess that they were similar things.

Why don't you ask Ye Xiao to shoot this kind of action scene? Why bother with me, a beautiful girl?

"Click, click, click"

The two men in black robes turned their heads and locked their eyes on Ella who was standing outside the door at the same time.

At the same time, Ella heard dense footsteps coming from the stairs next to her.

Without any hesitation, Ella held Lilia's waist with her left hand, climbed over the railing beside her, and jumped down from the second floor of the mansion's lobby.

With the bonus of the beast transformation technique of the Outer God Cynthia, Ella's physical attributes are now far stronger than Ye Xiao's.

As the girl landed heavily on the ground with her silver hair fluttering, two spider-web-like cracks were left on the delicate marble floor.

At the same time, several figures in black robes jumped over the railing from above, with white sharp blades in their hands stabbing vertically down.

After all, this is the imperial city area. Large-scale evil god spells are hard to avoid the attention of the Holy Temple and it is difficult to clean up the traces. Ella restrained the idea of ​​opening the door to the abyss directly, and dodged several times with Lillia to shuttle through the falling sword light.

Then, she looked at several figures slowly rising up, took a deep breath, and a mass of black mud gradually condensed and stretched in her white claws that were nearly half the size of her chest.

A dark black long-handled sickle was held in her right claw.

This was the Holy Light spell that Ella had learned in the temple, the Scythe of Judgment. However, unlike the sickles condensed by light released by the temple arcanists, her Scythe of Judgment was as black as ink, and there was even a scarlet eye at the junction of the blade and the handle.

Hey, why are there extra eyes?

Ella was stunned for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and focused on the enemy in front of her.

Dozens of men in black robes rushed forward, and the cold light extending from their arms streaked across the dark hall like a meteor shower.

Ella kicked her feet and charged towards the crowd holding Lilia. In an instant, the black blade and the several cold lights intersected.

Chapter 40: Sword Dance (Please read it later)

The lonely and empty mansion in the dark night is like a stage without lights, and the girl in white in the dark shadows is like an elegant dancer.

Silver hair flutters in the darkness, light footsteps tap on the intricately patterned marble floor, and the black sickle is dipped in blood to paint, accompanied by arcs that play a melody of metal and iron.

The fearless puppets gathered around the girl, their black robes fluttering and shining like a chaotic dancer, working together with the dancing figure in the center of the stage, gradually pushing this lonely waltz to a climax.

Lilia drowned in the gentle embrace, her slightly open pupils reflecting Ella's blood-spattered profile, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in her eyes.

Her birth was cursed by the royal family of Loren. She was a half-human, half-demon offspring born from the union between the king and the vampires.

The sun god's accidental blessing was more like a punishment for this absurd life experience, burning her dirty blood that was despised by everyone day and night.

At first, she did not hate her fate. It was just that when she hid in the ocean of books to escape the world, after waking up from the dreamlike world of words in the middle of the night, she would yearn for the moonlight, wondering if she could one day be redeemed like the ending of a beautiful story.

The princess imprisoned in the midnight held the fairy tale and prayed day after day for decades, hoping that after the passage of time, she would be lucky enough to receive the comfort of the gods or the destined encounter.

But later, the smart girl found that this was useless.

Prayers and desires are always just illusions born in the heart. How can the gods high above listen to the complaints of mortal ants?

What’s more, a soul is born with original sin.

Perhaps it was a painful noon, or a sleepless night, when Lilia Betis finally gave up praying and swore to herself:

Since I am not worthy of the favor of the gods, I will find my own gods!

When the holy dress was stained with bright red, the silver-haired girl swung out the last arc as bright as the night. The edge of the curve cut through the robe of the last assassin, splashing blood and writing the final chapter.

In the empty hall, dozens of black shadows lay quietly in a pool of blood that gradually spread. The moonlight outside the window sank into the dark clouds, causing shadows to cling on, as if drawing the curtain to this performance.

"Your Highness Lilia, you said before that these things are controlled by someone?" Ella gently pushed away the girl who was clinging to her like a koala.

If these things were controlled by someone, she would have to find that guy and silence him.

"Don't worry about that, Lord God." Lilia sat on the ground and tightly grasped Ella's arm, which she kept trying to pull away. "Mr. Winster has gone to take care of it and will bring it to you in a while... Lord God, my legs are not good and I can't stand up, please help me..."

Ella was so upset. It was the first time she saw such a clingy... uh, person.

Suddenly, the door of the mansion was slowly pushed open. First, the little maid poked half of her head out, and then the old butler with a white beard walked in, dragging an unconscious person.

The man being dragged on the ground was wearing a black suit and trousers, with a round hat on his head. A "J"-shaped crutch was stuck in his arm - the reason why it was used was because the man's limbs were lying limp on the ground and sliding along with his body. If nothing unexpected happened, they should all be broken.

"What does this guy do?" Ella asked puzzledly. Could this guy dressed like a salesman be the mastermind behind all this?

"Well, although I have speculated before, I'm not sure yet. I'll tell you after I wake him up later and ask him questions." Lilia said excitedly, "Thanks to you, Lord God, I caught the operator of those meat puppets for the first time!"

"Meat puppet...what is that?" Ella scratched her head.

"It's a long story, Lord God, we have to clean up the scene first."

That makes sense. Ella dispersed the sickle back into a cloud of black mist and it disappeared. Her right hand also changed from a white wolf claw back to a normal hand with her mind. It was still white and slender without a single scar, but the original long glove was now only halfway down and became a sleeve.

"You don't need to clean up these things outside, Lord God. Winster and Winnie will take care of it." Lilia said softly, "Can you just carry me to the room over there? When the guards ask, we can say that we hid there after being attacked, and it was all thanks to Mr. Winster that we defeated the assassin."

This was exactly what Ella wanted. She didn't intend to expose her combat power, and the traces of spells left behind were strange and had no good explanation. After all, the ordinary spells she knew were only at the apprentice level of fireball and wind blade, and her holy light spells were even better. It shouldn't have left such fierce traces when fighting these iron dolls.

With such a big commotion, the guards would come to investigate even if Lilia didn't report it to the police. It would be difficult to clean up the corpses on the ground and the damage to the buildings in a short time.

"Also, Lord God..." Lilia's face flushed, and she looked at Ella shyly, "Can you treat me now? We have to hurry up and wait until the imperial guards come to treat me. If something happens to me, there will be no scapegoat."

"Uh..." Ella looked at the old butler who was stuffing the "manipulator" wearing a top hat into a big box not far away.

If the treatment fails, the old man will probably strike back with his sword. Now, facing the master's swordsmanship, the chances of winning are slim.

"Don't worry, God. They are absolutely loyal to me." Lilia said, "I have informed Winster and Winnie in advance of what might happen and have made preparations. If you are worried, you can deal with them in your own way. If necessary, I will call them over..."

"Uh, no, thanks." Ella sighed, pushed open the door of the small room, carried Lilia into a chair in the room, then turned back and closed the door.

Others said they were not afraid of death and asked her to try to treat them. At this point, Ella didn't know how to refuse.

Well, if he is cured, then she will just consider it as having a smart younger brother with a royal background. If he is not cured, then it can only be said that this girl is destined to be unlucky.

"...Open your mouth." Ella said softly. Although it was called treatment, she actually only knew one method of treatment.

Lilia sat on the chair and opened her little mouth obediently. Ella could still see the pair of sharp fangs in her mouth.

Ella opened her palms, and a mass of black mud oozed out from her fair skin, gradually wriggling and gathering into a group of wildly trembling tentacles.

She couldn't bear to look at this weird thing. She had always forced it on others before, but this was the first time she met someone who wanted to eat it on his own initiative.

The tentacles fluttered excitedly like moving petals, as if they had just been born and were expressing joy and gratitude to their creator.

But this only made Ella tilt her head back in disgust, as far away from the thing in her hand as possible, "You...you eat it yourself."

She thought that after seeing this weird thing, Lilia might give up, but Ella still underestimated the psychological quality of this mixed-blood princess.

Lilia looked at the tentacles and her face actually blushed. She held Ella's arms with both hands and put her cherry lips close to them and took them in her mouth as if she were eating grilled squid.

Chapter 41: The Authority of the Sun

"Um... ah..."

Ella couldn't help but cover her face when she heard the subtle shouts and gasps. The unlucky guys who had eaten the holy light before were all tortured, but this guy's voice sounded like he was enjoying it.

However, we did not see the Holy Flame of Sun rising into the sky, which was a good sign.

Seeing the black-haired girl with her hands covering her abdomen, her cheeks flushed as she slumped in the chair to rest, Ella's attention was attracted by the skill panel that popped up on her retina.

The branches of the evil god's skill tree have been increased. After [Holy Light] and [Cynthia's Arms], there is now another [Osmond's Holy Flame].

The authority of the Sunfire God...?

Looking at the fire-related spell skills extending from above, Ella's forehead was slightly sweaty.

Ella felt something was wrong when she was able to use her evil god power to replicate the effects of Holy Light and Cynthia's spells.

As long as the corresponding chosen one is defiled, even the authority of the righteous God can be eroded. This... this is something that any evil god can do, or is it a strange ability unique to my identity as an evil god?