When Dispel arrived, the desperation emanating from him enveloped the entire Bates business district, and the scent of lycoris flowers crept into everyone's nose, prompting a suicidal urge to rise out of thin air.

One of the tourists was the first to be infected by the breath of despair, and fell to the ground hard, he suddenly lost any hope for life, grabbed his hair hard, and tore it directly from his scalp, blood oozing from the top of his head, but there was no pain at all.

He fell to his knees and slammed his bloody head into the ground, solving his life in a strange way, and at the moment of death, his face suddenly filled with a smile of relief.

The surrounding tourists were frightened by his sudden behavior, but soon, they were also infected by the despair, and sat helplessly on the ground wailing, reaching out to scratch their faces, and ending their lives by all possible means.

Tourists slammed into the walls and the ground, knocking their brains out and not giving up until they were completely dead.

The chef of a restaurant ran out, carrying a pot of hot oil, splashing it on a group of desperate tourists who had committed suicide on their knees, and then poured it on top of his head, dying with a look of despair and relief.

They are all insane, and the breath of despair pollutes their souls, making them think that life is meaningless and that only death can relieve human suffering.

The smell of blood mixed with the scent of Lycoris flowers in the air was eerie enough to make a brave orc warrior vomit, and the breath of despair was enough for a priest of light to end his own life.

If one looked around with the eyes of true sight, one would see that some points of light slowly rose into the air and flew towards a restaurant next to the Bates weapons factory.

These are the souls of the tourists, and the target is the creator of this catastrophe, the Desperate Monarch Dispel.

The Desperate Monarch Dispel is far more of a threat to the human race than any other Hell Monarch, and even ranks 11th on the Scourge list without any justice, a number that even surpasses the exiled Undead Emperors.

At least the undead creatures who were converted by the undead natural disaster were still some kind of life. And the creatures who commit suicide in the breath of despair have no room for reincarnation - all souls will be turned into Despeyer's tonic to supply him with the energy to walk on earth.

The business district of Bates is one of the most prosperous places in all of Victoria, and the location where Dispel has come to him has brought a large number of souls, and he has almost instantly regained the power of the lesser gods, who have just been resurrected and are still very vulnerable.

Although he was beaten badly by Gagil...

Of course, humanity is not sitting still, and soon strong people will come to save innocent people, although under the desperate aura of this intensity, only gold and some silver powerhouses of special bloodlines can barely be affected.

Vina was sitting in a restaurant in the business district of Bates and wanted to take a break and see if she could meet the little ghost, but she was personally affected by the tragedy that happened to the world when Dispel befell her.

Vina was extremely angry, she was familiar with the scent of lycoris flowers in the air, she had smelled it when she rescued the little ghost, and the thought of suicide gradually rose in her heart, but this thought was swallowed up by the blood of the Lionheart.

Vina knew that it must be the bats of Desperate Hell who had come to seek revenge on the little ghost. While being angry, he was also a little worried about the condition of the little ghost, this time the aura of despair was unprecedentedly strong, and it should be a very strong devil.

Indra was also infected by despair at this moment, pulled out the dagger he carried with him and wanted to commit suicide, but was awakened by a lion's roar from Vena, looked around blankly, and then looked at the dagger in his hand for self-defense, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Hold your mind and don't get infected by this breath. Vina reminded loudly that a lion's roar had woken up all the guests in the restaurant, but they were of low strength, and when they woke up, they looked at their bruised bodies, screamed in fear, and cowered in the couch of the restaurant.

Vina grabbed Indra's dagger and slashed it on her hand, as if a little brownish blood stained the entire dagger.

Vena dripped her blood into the buckets of water served at the restaurant, dragged a fairly conscious waiter, and told him to give every customer in the restaurant a drink.

Vena understands that the Lionheart bloodline flowing in her body carries the courage and arrogance unique to the Lionheart family, and her own blood... Maybe it can give people some courage.

She couldn't care so much now, so she picked up the bucket with her own blood on her back and dragged the still somewhat dazed Indra out of the dining room, doing her best to save the tourists who were polluted by the breath of despair, and feeding them the water with the blood of the Lionheart.

The usual bustling street has now become a living hell, littered with the bodies of tourists who have committed suicide, most of them in a miserable state, and the blood of the Lionheart is churning in Vina's body, and the anger in her heart is almost uncontrollable.

Indra rushed to a bakery, which, unlike Vina, had lived in Victoria since she was a child, and which had been open for a long time and had been in existence since before Nathan took over the Batesens business district.

The proprietor, Brad, was a chubby Swiezer who often gave unsold bread to homeless orphans like Indra, and never asked for extravagant payment.

When disaster struck, he was distributing a basket of leftover bread to a group of dirty and thin beggars, and when disaster struck, he resisted the urge to commit suicide, knocked out the orphans who had gone crazy one by one, and carried them to the wall of the store and sat down.

Brad sat on a chair in the shop, took out his ledger and pen, wrote a letter to Indra, took out the bread knife in the kitchen tremblingly, and struggled to resist, but to no avail, the sharp bread knife he sharpened easily cut his throat...

By the time Vina and Indra arrived, Brad was dead, his throat had been slit, a bread knife was hanging from the ground, and the smile on his face was holy, as if he had fulfilled his last wish...

Vina sank into her chair, she didn't carry the monstrous hammer this time, because there wasn't that much dispute in the business district of Batesens.

The bakery was also very helpful to Vina, who always remembers being brought here by Indra when she first met her, and Uncle Brad gave them two loaves of bread, scratching the back of her head and smiling at the two little girls gobbling up the bread she had baked.

It was true that she had been rescued by the Hammer, but the damned shitty dwarf had asked to give him a bed! Vena had fled, and the vile and filthy dwarven blacksmith was unhurriedly chasing after her, and she had stumbled into old Meyer's study to be saved.

Her hammer had been made by the old dwarf for one of his sons, who appeared to be called Anvil, a minor leader under Nathan, and as vicious as his father.

Anvil was beheaded by Vina, who captured the vicious murder weapon, and Vena herself was named by Old Meyer to protect, and even the old dwarf himself could not be held accountable, let alone Nathan, who was already a little dissatisfied with Anvil's bad behavior.

Indra fell to her knees like madness, her tears could not be stopped, she cried so loudly that she almost lost her breath, she had never known who her parents were, and now she was dead or alive, and to her Brad was like a blood relative.

Vena walked out of the bakery and roared at the sky lion, and behind Indra came an equally explosive tiger roar, almost shattering the glass of several surrounding shops.

Indra was completely silent, trying to find the demon who caused the tragedy and die together, but Vena stopped her.

"Boss, if you think of Uncle Brad as important as I do, you should come with me to settle accounts with that damn bat!" Indra cried out in bewilderment, like a tigress that had lost her mind, roaring with her teeth and claws.

"Of course I think of Uncle Brad as an important person!But you can't be so impulsive! Do you think of some simple devil who can influence this range? You must know that the business district of Bates is bigger than the city-state of Isère!" Vena pressed Indra's shoulder, and the great force directly suppressed Indra's struggling and writhing body.

"I don't care, even if I die, I'm going to kill that damn bat!" Indra's current state is already a miracle that he can not be polluted again by the breath of despair, where can he listen to Vina's persuasion and stalemate with Vina.

"Damn... If you go, you will be sent to death!" Vena increased her strength, and her expression gradually became majestic, usually Indra would be very obedient when she saw Vena show such an expression, but today is different.

Vena unleashed the power of the bloodline, and the ground under Indra's feet even cracked, but she still stubbornly supported it until Vena screamed and knocked Indra directly unconscious and fell to the ground.

"Why are you so disobedient... Someone will sanction that bat... Your strength and I are still too fragile..."Vena said, but her body fell to her knees in despair, clenching her fists and slamming them to the ground.

"Bang!" came from the ground, how could Vina not be sad, Brad was a brother, father and friend in her life, and she couldn't help but think of the scene in front of her.

I remember that I was seriously injured by a group of powerful thugs in the street fight, Indra risked his life to save herself, and Uncle Brad sat by the chair and cared about bringing her food.

"Vena, your bloodline is very strong, your character is worthy of this bloodline, you are a natural leader, I don't want you to be a warrior who can only fight in the streets, but a king who commands one side. ”

Uncle Brad's chubby face showed a rare serious expression, Vina had long known that he was actually a thirty-third level bronze warrior, but for some reason he had come to Victoria to open a bakery.

Brad taught Vina how to behave in the world, and he was not obligated to do so, but he still tried his best to help Vina bit by bit.

Vina picked up the unconscious Indra and silently went back to the bakery to look at the fainting children and put Indra beside them.

She was now extremely sad, and her relatives in Victoria were now left with only a little ghost whose fate was unknown, except for Indra.

On the table was a piece of paper and a richly shaped fountain pen, which Vina vaguely remembered as Uncle Brad's beloved object during his lifetime, and never allowed herself to touch Indra.

There was scribbled handwriting on the paper, which looked like a letter, and it could be seen that the writer's hand was trembling, and Brad must have written it with the influence of despair.

"Little Lion, I must have died by the time you read this letter, right? This is the retribution I deserve...

You should have seen that I was a warrior...

Actually, I used to be a mercenary in the Duchy of Slo, and I fought for half my life, killing many people who shouldn't have been killed... The original intention of coming to Victoria was actually to atone for sins...

Those kids... And Indra... It's all Victoria's orphans... I don't know where their parents went... Just help me take care of them... I said...

You are a natural emperor... Indra will be the sharpest sword in your hand... Please be nice to her...

I can't hold on... This damn smell is disgusting...

I'm sorry... I didn't see the day you were crowned king... Uncle Bled... Tired..."

The handwriting was barely legible to the end, and Vena lay on the table, tears flashing from the corners of her eyes swallowed by the Lionheart's haughty blood.

This is the emperor... Not even having the right to shed tears, Vina returned to loneliness, looking around indifferently, the strange smell in the air made her sick, and the rising suicidal thoughts in her heart were swallowed up by the blood of the Lionheart.

"I hope you don't make me regret it... My little hero..."