Richter watched with tears in his eyes as the crowd below was kowtowing desperately, and at this time he had mixed feelings, and he really didn't know what was going on in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Let's go home." Richter picked Maria back on his back and said softly.

For Richter, this was the most important and unique proof that Maria had ever existed in this world.

The thin body carried Maria on its back, and when she walked past the crowd, people did not dare to raise their heads at all, but continued to kowtow. I don't know why, at this time, everyone felt that there was a power hidden in this thin body that people didn't dare to look at directly.

Zuston didn't want this, but he didn't expect to sacrifice a child who shouldn't be sacrificed.

Zuston really didn't want these ordinary people to see things they shouldn't see, but he wanted to be able to fulfill the siblings' wishes. At the same time, I also want people to see what they have always believed in, and what they have gained at the cost of a good child.

Zuston is not a gentle man, he is interesting, and these people who are here have lived in guilt for the rest of their lives.

"You can stay a little longer." Zuston gritted his teeth and shouted, halting the vanishing back.

Richter was very grateful for what Zuston had done for himself, and he knew that resentment was meaningless.

Maybe without Zuston, maybe he would have lived in guilt for the rest of his life. Richter turned and looked at Zuston in the distance.

Zuston turned around, and a loud voice echoed in the hearts of the people: "You brutes see clearly, what your god is!" With that, he slashed down with a knife in his right hand, and split the whole altar alive.

This power has never been seen before, and this is enough to make people feel intimidated.

Even if the altar was destroyed, the power that had already been displayed alone had already proved that this seemingly harmless young man had the ability to kill everyone present, and it was not at all something that an ordinary person could stop.

The old man let out an angry wail, "You are going to anger the Celestials! Let that girl's sacrifice be a meaningless sacrifice? ”

"I want you to see with your own eyes what your faith is, and I want to tell you that these brutes will not bring you anything by sacrificing one man!" The more Zuston spoke, the more his tone became heavier, and his heart was inexplicably sad and angry.

"Come out." Taking a deep breath, Zuston stomped his right foot, and the altar cracked.

A monstrous monster was in the center of the altar, wrapped in a ball of light, and the ball of light emitted a faint crimson light, that kind of red, which was terrifying.

But how could an ordinary person have ever seen such a monster beyond the scope of cognition? What scared people was not the faint red light emitted by the ball of light, but the hideous appearance of the monster.

"This is the monster you have cultivated through all these years of ignorance." Zuston closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at the red ball.

He knew that this red ball was formed by countless children with life, and countless innocent children who were still full of hope for the future were fed to this monster.

Zuston only defines this being as a 'monster' because it is even more terrifying than anyone who kills a child to feed a monster.

"Come on, you brutes, and look at the children you raised with your own hands!" Zuston unceremoniously called everyone brutes.

The previous generation sacrificed countless lives to capture a young demon for their own selfish desires, and then used the lives of countless descendants to feed it.

"Haven't you come out yet?" Zuston turned his face sideways, stared to the side in the pitch darkness, and said coldly.

"Haha, I didn't expect such a monster to come this time." A handsome young man walked slowly from the darkness.

The old man is very familiar with this face, not only the old man, but everyone knows very well who this face belongs to.

This sacrifice was originally set up for this person, a demon hunter a hundred years ago, and it is rumored in the town that he hunted demons to save the village, and it was people's faith that created such a 'god'.

However, what is frightening is that a hundred years have passed, and this face shows no signs of aging.

"You killed all your companions." Zuston said indifferently.

"Hehe, standing here, except for a few people who came from outside, the rest are all descendants of those guys, it doesn't matter if I kill them or not, the important thing is that they have made a very great contribution to my plan." The young man sneered.

"Brute!" In the crowd, a childish voice unabashedly expressed the anger in his heart.

Richter carried Maria on his back, undaunted, and glared at the young man.

"It's courageous." The young man looked at Richter's figure with a hideous and terrible face.

"You can't do anything with me." Zuston shook his head indifferently and said, "You will pay for what you have done." ”

"Haha!" The young man looked up to the sky and laughed, "Do you think you can stop this son of the supreme demon? The young man said, making different mudras in his hands.

Zuston watched all this with a cold eye indifferently, he knew what the man wanted to do, but Zuston had no intention of stopping it.

Zuston thinks it's a must, it's a must to get a true justice back for the girl.

"Haha, I'm going to be the only god in this world." The young man looked like a madman: "You will be his nourishment!" With that, a crack appeared in the red ball of light, and the demon inside opened its eyes and wanted to break out of the chrysalis.

Zuston still ignored it, just stared at the young man coldly: "You know what? The biggest mistake you made was by drinking the blood of a demon and making yourself a demon! As soon as the words fell, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he bullied up at a speed that he was completely unable to react, and his fingers gently flicked on the young man's body, injecting a large amount of concentrated qi into his body, blocking the flow of qi. Immediately, Zuston leapt towards the demon.

Zuston created an opportunity to respond to Richter's anger and wishes, to create an opportunity for everyone to live forever in guilt, and to create a chance for Maria's soul to rest in peace.

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Richter couldn't see anything at all, except that the boy named Zuston disappeared, and his eyes couldn't catch him at all.

The man behind the sacrifice suddenly covered his chest, and Richter grabbed Maria's limp hand on his shoulder with his left hand, and with the other hand he clenched the sacrificial knife so hard that he rushed towards the young man with Maria on his back.

The young man couldn't feel the flow of qi in his body, however, he was still very confident, if he was just facing an ordinary person, or even all the people here, he had the skills to be a demon hunter, and he also had the body of a demon that he was proud of. He was confident that he could deal with everyone here without any difficulty.

He was convinced that even if Zuston had the means to shock him, he would still not be a match for the Demon Child.

Having fought against that terrible demon, he was very sure that that demon was by no means something that people could deal with, and even if they joined forces with the paladins of the temple, they still sacrificed countless souls to seal that demon back to the demon realm.

"No matter how strong a person is, he is just one person, not to mention, can he be stronger than the Paladin?" The young man thought so.

Lost his breath, without lightning-fast body, but agility, reflexes and strength are definitely not something that an ordinary teenager can handle, not to mention that Richter is still carrying Maria on his back at this time.

The young man was just playing with Richter, who was the predator, and Richter was nothing more than the prey he had captured, and he wanted to torture the prey in order to vent the anger he had just accused himself.

Richter was constantly knocked down, each time colliding head-on with the ground in order not to hurt Maria's body in the slightest. Richter got back to his feet countless times, and by this time he was already staggering and unable to stand still.

Richter wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and forehead, and whispered softly in Maria's ear: "Look, brother, this time, I will definitely prove to you that you are a real hero." Richter's heart was filled with infinite grief.

Is it true that you can only become a true hero after sacrifice? Isn't it valued when you're alive? Richter could not understand, but he knew that today, everything would end because of Maria's sacrifice.

It was Maria who gave her life back to the town for freedom. And this path to freedom was built for Maria with his own hands.

Richter still rushed forward bravely, he could see the figure of the other party clearly, but his body could not react at all.

It's a combination of reflexes and agility, and Richter can't figure out what's next, he's just going to keep coming from side to bottom, and he's convinced that there's always a chance.

The young man did not take the sacrificial knife from Richter's hand, and he felt that it was necessary to keep the knife in his hand for the boy, only in this way would he feel hopeful, that it was possible, that he would continue to rush forward without fear of death, that he was only playing with this prey that was a foregone conclusion in his eyes, but only a prop for his amusement.

Zuston was still waiting, waiting for the moment when the demon would burst out of the chrysalis. He didn't want to fight fairly, he wanted the demon to completely absorb Maria's blood, which was the greatest respect Zuston could give Maria.

He wants to put an end to Maria's grief completely, and he wants to put an end to the sorrow of countless innocent children.

"Monster, suck it up, I'll get you back tenfold!" Zuston was furious and grieving.

At that moment, the monster burst out of its cocoon and let out a roar that shook the valley. Zuston didn't hesitate and jumped forward.

The monster's roar was not over, and Zuston's hand had already penetrated the monster's body. A hand knife slices the monster's bone spurs horizontally, grabbing them.

"Give me a life!" Zuston shed tears, endured the grief in his heart, and frantically continued to penetrate the monster's body with bone spurs, and at the same time injected qi into the monster's body through the bone spurs, he didn't want the monster to die so quickly.

Zuston deliberately slowed down, he wanted everyone to witness the moment, stabbing one after another, and the hearts of those who saw it were already so frightened that their hearts were about to stop.

The air seems to freeze at this moment, and people grow their mouths, but they can't breathe in a little bit of fresh air. Zuston wants to imprint the pain and sorrow of these children on the monster that has deprived them of their innocence, on the hearts of these beasts who sacrifice their children in exchange for their own survival!

At this moment, the monster let out a frightened roar, and he felt that the person in front of him could kill himself. However, it may be a kind of happiness to kill yourself directly. However, Zuston's methods have created an instinctive fear even for demons who don't know what to fear.

"Are you afraid? You are not eligible! Hearing the monster's roar, Zuston responded coldly and mercilessly, and these words reached the hearts of everyone present.

At this time, Zuston is no longer the handsome and weak young man, but the existence of fear who has become famous. He wants to imprint fear on everyone, a fear that can never be exorcized! He wants to make this monster sober to bear the fear, and he wants the monster to understand the despair in the hearts of countless children!

Hearing the demon's terrified roar, and looking back to see Zuston frantically abusing his highest work to achieve a momentary distraction, Richter seized the fleeting opportunity to plunge the sacrificial knife into the young man's lower abdomen.

The young man saw the anger and madness in Richter's eyes, and for some reason, the eyes of this prey that had become a foregone conclusion in his heart at this time made him have an instinctive fear.

He didn't understand why he was afraid, he didn't know that it was Zuston's madness and rage that planted fear in him.

Suddenly, there was a violent tremor in the earth. The bone spur in Zuston's hand pierced the demon's chest and pinned to the ground.

At this point, the demon let out a weak cry of fear, and Zuston just stood indifferently not far away and watched the hole in the monster's body slowly leave a bright red liquid outward. This was the final end of the fate that Zuston had given it, and Zuston wanted it to be awake and feel death approaching it, little by little.

The young man fell, gasping for air, but he was already out of breath and out of breath, and he knew that his core as a demon had been pierced by this sacrificial holy blade, and he could not survive anymore.

Zuston walked over, and the cold look in his eyes he would never forget. There was a strong sadness in the depths of those cold eyes.

"I ...... I thought it was ...... I will...... Become...... This world...... Boundary...... Only...... God ......" the young man lay on the ground, looking at the night sky without any starlight, and said with difficulty.

"You failed because you abandoned your heart." Zuston said coldly: "It is true that the demon's body is much stronger than that of humans, but it is the heart that can really create miracles. ”

"The only people who can kill monsters are people." Zuston said coldly, "If it's not a human, it can't be!" ”

This is a statement that has been circulating power in the world for thousands of years, and it is the right word for mankind, and it is a kind of position! It's not about being proud of yourself, it's about standing up!

However, the young man's body begins to grow old and his muscles begin to collapse. His eyes gradually became hollow, and finally his body became like confetti.

No one knows what is in his heart at the end, but he has found his final destination, born here and died here.

Looking at the body as tattered as confetti, Richter didn't know what he was killing him for, and there was no joy in the success of revenge, at this time, Richter realized that revenge would only hollow out a person, making a person a walking corpse who would do anything to achieve his or her goals.

Richter regained Maria's back and walked slowly past the crowd, still too frightened to react, without looking back.