Ninety-nine smiled lightly, with indifference and mockery in his eyes: "No, it's better to take it step by step." Fight a few mobs to level up first, and then go to challenge the boss. ”

In the midst of this thought, Ninety-Nine made a decision that was clearly 'wrong'. He could have saved people first, and he could fly, but not only did he not choose to save people first, but he was even ready to walk in through the gate.

The white god of death with a black line in his bloody eyes, after thinking about it, quickly swooped to the ground.

……

【D1】

Within 1 second of landing, I thought quickly:

I knew very well that my decision would likely result in the death of the 'few' waiting for rescue, but so what? What do those people have to do with me?

My mission is not to save people, but to come and have a look, and by the way, clean up the demons.

Thinking like this, I had already fallen to the ground, and the snow-white skirt fell from the slightly rolled state, and the long cloud sleeves also hung down.

The moment I hit the ground, the smell of iced cola rushed into my nostrils. Around me, in front of the door of this church, no fewer than 30 people had died. Although it is an exaggeration to use the word corpses all over the field, it is okay in this not too small street. The bodies even lined up all the way to the inside of the church.

The corpses were men and women, soldiers, and adventurers. More than half of the bodies were unrecognizable, and ninety percent of the bodies were scattered. Some of the bright reds were not even oxidized and blackened, and they were frozen on the ground, on armor, on clothes, on weapons.

"Ah~ what a pleasant taste." I said it in my heart. It's not just the happiness of the fat house happy water, but also the person who died that makes me feel happy.

The scene in front of me made me realize that there was definitely a big war here. But I don't have any superfluous thoughts, and I can only blame these people for being too weak. Because demons have always been hateful.

At the same time, maybe the smell of Coke was too strong, or maybe it was just curiosity, I actually used my ghost claws to pull out a sword stained with the blood of the Red Devil from the stomach of a soldier's dead corpse.

The ice-blue ghost claw brought the sword to me, and I quickly raised my little hand and rubbed a little scarlet smoothie from it. Devilclaw then gently lowered the sword back to the ground.

I took my fingers into my mouth, and immediately, the icy taste ran down my taste buds and stimulated my brain.

Maybe it's a vampire talent, and I can tell that this one died in about 7 minutes and 30 seconds.

"The blood is very fresh (a lot of gas)." I squinted slightly, sucked my fingers contentedly, and my smile became more and more evil. It tastes so similar to Coke, and I would even like to eat a little more. If there weren't any demons around, I'd probably be eating here.

"Hmph, I don't need to suck blood."

I smiled self-deprecatingly, frowned slightly, and with the corners of my mouth smiling, I drifted towards the church.

I quickly 'walked' into the church, which was tall for the Red Devils and tall for me. The corpses around him have not been broken since just now, and they are spreading one after another.

Most of the corpses inside the church were soldiers in armor, all of whom were Red Devils. It's almost impossible to see the adventurer's leather, or pure magician's outfit. (Although these people were also cut into three or four ......)

But a large part of the soldiers inside these churches were distinctly different from the soldiers outside.

These soldiers not only wore golden-red cloaks, but even their armor was better maintained than those soldiers outside the door, very smooth and reflective. In addition, the cuirasses and shoulder armor of these soldiers were also printed with the 'Pyramid in the Circle' National Religion motif.

"Well, these soldiers are not equipped in the same way." With that in mind, I cast my eyes on the prayer hall in front of me, the golden hall already stained with bright red.

The smell of blood in the air was even stronger, and the click of demons chewing bones could be heard.

After another 1 second of flight, I came to the front of the prayer hall of the church. Immediately, the click and chewing sound of demons eating humans became clearer.

The pale yellow benches here are all stained red, and nearly half of them have been destroyed. There are even some that have been ignited, and are burning black and purple, black and blue fires.

A large crystal ceiling lamp also fell in the center of the hall, and the glowing crystal that fell from the lamp was glowing a dull blue light. And the other crystal lamps in this hall are also dark blue. The color was the same as what Ninety-Nine had seen when he was underground. It seems that these glowing crystals emit different lights depending on the properties that activate the mana.

The bulletin stand has been overturned and trampled to pieces. The prayer statue of the huge goddess Connor was only half left, and the upper body did not know where it had been beaten.

Bundles of holy pale yellow and light red ribbons were also scorched, cut off, and broken on statues, chandeliers, and benches.

I quietly looked at the shattered scenery in front of me, without any surprise. I was like a robot, landing without any emotion, walking past the corpses without any emotion, walking into this gloomy prayer hall without any emotion.

Sympathize? Wrath? Fear? No, not one. Looking at these broken scenery in front of me, my heart did not fluctuate, and I even wanted to laugh. Because the weak are like this.

Hee-hee-hee-hee.

Thinking of this, I laughed uncontrollably. I know very well the badness of what I just said, but so what, can't I, who has gained strength, secretly laugh at those weak people (Red Devils) in my heart?

I was clearly aware that my thoughts at the moment were gradually approaching blackening. But this blackening makes me very comfortable.

And I can also feel that this blackening of hatred and anger is something I can control. As long as this 'anger' does not reach 'sadness', you can control it!

As the dark elemental magic in my body continued to skyrocket, my ghost claws also turned black, and my snow-white clothes revealed black-gray or silver-gray ribbons from time to time.

Within half a second, I quickly looked around the hall and saw that there were 17 demons in this hall.

12 are in the lobby on the first floor, and the remaining 5 are in the circular corridor on the second floor.

These demons look rubbish, only about 1.9 meters tall, wearing black armor all over their bodies, with red skin and two pairs of horns on their heads.

Some were eating the soldiers' bodies over there, some were gnawing on the nuns' corpses over there, and some were encroaching on the dead nuns' corpses over there.

Maybe it's because you've just been to the song house yesterday, maybe it's because you activated the blood crystals a few times on the way, or maybe it's because the nuns are dead. So my heart is still ......

"TM's!" [Ninety-nine wanted to say that it was very calm, but the next moment, 'her''s slightly mocking and contemptuous smile became hideous. His brows furrowed, his eyes wide open. The soft little I mouth, grinning, clenching the row of pearls like teeth. It looks like he's been to the extreme. 】