The joy of life is different from life to life.

Some people rejoice in doing a good deed.

Some people rejoice in seeing others happy.

Some people rejoice in trivial things.

Some people will be happy because they can vent their desires and can do what they want to do unscrupulously.

It's a difference in sensibility, but it's also a difference in values.

But Maggie doesn't fall into any of the above.

She believes that what an existence like herself will rejoice in depends entirely on her own instinct.

At least, she is.

She is a magnanimous person, she will not hate anyone because she is an enemy, let alone hate or be hostile to anyone because she is standing against her, and she will not even hate someone if she is killed one day.

For her, it would be a waste for her to draw the boundaries between life in this world so clearly because of position, race, physical differences, or differences in ideas.

Yes, it's waste.

Once, she told this idea of herself to an existence that regarded herself as an enemy, pursued herself all her life, and wanted to eradicate herself.

As a result, the other party looked at him in the eyes as if he was looking at a hopelessly corrupt person.

Maggie felt aggrieved.

Why do you look at yourself like that?

Why is no one able to understand themselves?

Even the way the adults sometimes looked at him as if he was looking at a toy that had something wrong with its structure, it was too much.

Obviously, she's a lot of it.

Very large number of ...... Regard all life in this world as an object that you can play with.

It's nice to watch them cry, right?

It's nice to see them desperate and scared, right?

It's fun to watch them kneel and beg for mercy, right?

It's nice to see them roaring and roaring, right?

That's joy, isn't it?

Now, Maggie is genuinely happy.

Just because, she personally buried the future star of a human race, and buried a hero who was impressed by both the gods and demons.

The thought of the loss of so many people and the crying of those who loved him when they heard the news made Maggie feel so hot that she wanted to go to them and tell them that she had killed their loved ones with her own hands.

When the time comes, will they lose their minds and rush towards themselves?

Or will they directly lose the will to resist and let themselves be rounded and flattened?

Maggie was looking forward to that moment.

She rejoices in the grief and anger of others.

She also rejoices in her sadness and anger.

Therefore, what she said at this moment is true.

If you can kill the man who makes your heart move, it will be very sad (happy), right?

"Hehe... Hee-hee... Hahaha...! ”

Maggie couldn't help but relax the corners of her mouth and laughed wildly.

However...

"Huh!"

When the sound of breaking the air appeared behind him, and a breath flashed silently, the smile on Maggie's face suddenly froze, and his heart burst out with the biggest sense of crisis so far.

“......！”

Without any hesitation, Maggie quickly lowered her head.

At this moment, the sword light suddenly appeared.

"Choking ——!"

A cold sword light slashed through, cutting through the dark curtain around Maggie.

"Poof!"

In the sound of tearing, the dark curtain was sliced by a sword that shimmered with brilliant golden light, and it seemed to be completely cut in half of the curtain, and it lost its defense on the spot.

Thankfully, the dark curtain did its part, blocking the slash for a second.

With this second, Maggie was able to smoothly lower her head, allowing the sword light to pass through the spot where her neck had been a second ago.

"Shhhh

Another tearing sound rang out.

This time it's a real tear.

But this is not the sound of flesh being torn, but the sound of fabric being torn.

Maggie quickly lowered her head, so that the sword light did not slash her neck, and cut off her head, but instead cut through her hood that did not keep up with her movements, tearing the hood and the black robe on her body to pieces.

Maggie lost the cover of her clothes, and the whole person jumped out and left the place.

"Flying Star!"

The next moment, a figure that suddenly appeared behind her and slashed a deadly sword at her, unleashing magic in her direction.

A meteor shower of tiny stars struck Maggie in an instant.

"Bang Bang ——!"

With a burst sound, all parts of Maggie's body were hit by the flying stars, as if she had been mercilessly beaten by countless pairs of fists.

"Goo...!"

Maggie couldn't help but let out a muffled scream, and was blasted into the air by the flying stars, slamming to the ground, rolling several times before stopping the trend and stopping.

"Ahem...!"

Maggie, who coughed a few times, covered her body in severe pain and struggled to get up from the ground.

"You...!"

Maggie looked at the figure in disbelief.

There, the young man who held the sealed holy sword and stretched out a hand pouted.

Who else could it be but Sheehan?

Sheen lifted her eyes and looked at Maggie.

I saw that in the dark, Maggie's black robe was destroyed, and she was naked underneath, exposing her slender and plump and incomparably attractive delicate body directly to the air.

It's just that on this seductive delicate body, not only because of the embarrassment just now, there are dirt sticking everywhere, but Maggie's long black hair has also become messy, so that it has become disheveled, covering more than half of the entire head, and it looks as embarrassed as it is.

Sheehan glanced at the other party's naked delicate body and whistled.

"I'm in good shape, no wonder I dare to come out and run."

Sheen really didn't expect that this [Primordial Demon] apostle was actually wearing nothing but a black robe.

In response, Maggie almost reflexively raised her hand to cover her body, but then released it again.

"How could you be okay?"

Maggie generously revealed everything about herself, and her eyes were firmly fixed on Sheen, her eyes full of incomprehension.

How terrible her own [cursed thunderstorm] is, Maggie herself knows best.

It stands to reason that even if the opponent has defensive skills, or even resistance skills, it is impossible to be safe and sound in the face of his ninth-level great magic.

Unless, the opponent has a max level resistance skill.

But that's impossible.

In addition to the attack power, your magic also has a curse, and if you really want to avoid being damaged completely, you must have both a full-level [Magic Resistance] skill and a full-level [Ailment Resistance].

Two full-level resistance skills, not to mention Sheen, it is impossible for even a super strong person at the extreme level to have it.

"You dodged with teleportation?" Maggie was puzzled and said, "No, I have the feeling of being hit, you should have been completely hit by my magic." ”

If it weren't for that, Maggie wouldn't let her guard down and wouldn't think she had won.

She did it because she felt her magic hit.

In fact, Maggie's magic does hit.

Pity...

"If I don't reach the realm of transcendence, then, unless it's a unique skill that can go off the normal track with a special attack that can threaten me, my [Lituo Heavenly Destiny] won't let me get hurt."

Sheen stared at Maggie and spoke sarcastically.

"Seeing that you were smiling so happily just now, I was almost embarrassed to interrupt you, but I'm sorry, I can't help but see you so defenseless."

So, Sheen didn't hesitate to slash at Maggie.

This woman is not worthy of mercy from her subordinates.

It's just a pity that it didn't hit.

"You're sensitive to danger." Sheehan continued to laugh: "Because you have been an unsightly rat for a long time? ”

There is no doubt that Sheehan is playing with Maggie's mentality, provoking herself before this woman, and provoking herself with color.

But...

"Maybe." Maggie seemed to have adjusted her state, regained her previous composure, and said with a chuckle: "After all, unlike Poztutqing, who can be good friends with demons and evil gods, we are targeted and hunted down by these big people, so we naturally have to be sensitive and sensitive, so as not to accidentally lose our lives." ”

As she spoke, Maggie waved her staff, and her magic power washed through her body like water.

In this case, all the dirt on Maggie's delicate skin was washed away, and the original white and smooth skin was restored.

Then, Maggie ruffled her hair and pulled her long jet-black hair behind her.

At this moment, Maggie's naked delicate body was really completely exposed in front of Sheen's eyes.

However, when Sheehan saw the other person's looks, his eyes suddenly widened.

On the side, Reed, who slid down from the wall, also saw Maggie's true face, and her face sank in an instant.

It was a pretty stunning face.

The facial features on the face are very delicate, and can even be called perfect, and when put together, they form a beautiful face like a goddess, which is fascinating.

The beauty of this face can completely compete with the elven queen Sophie.

However, it was not the other's looks that caught the attention of Sheen and Reed, but the other's pointed ears.

"You're an elf...?"

Sheehan was stunned.

Soon, however, someone denied him.

"No, she's not an elf."

The furry mysterious beast dodged and appeared on Sheen's head again.

Lid stared at Maggie tightly, word by word.

"Black hair, red eyes, pointed ears, you can't be wrong, she's a demon spirit."

As soon as these words came out, Maggie's laughter immediately resounded throughout the audience.

Moreover, it is no longer the calm chuckle that I used to have, but it is very harsh, like a big laugh formed by gathering all the negative emotions in this world.

"Let's re-introduce myself."

The corners of Maggie's mouth drew an evil arc.

"I'm Maggie."

"As the beast demon saw, I am a demon spirit."

"The last demon in this world."