Seeing that this real divine power was thrown over, it was extremely decisive, and Isu instantly understood the human being's thoughts.

As he thought, he believed that the value of the secret was greater than two lives, so he simply took the initiative in order not to be constrained......

It's really very much in line with human nature.

And the speed of this divine power is not fast, whether it is slow or not, if he hesitates a little, he may take the initiative to block the front in order to get the answer and take a blow for it......

The other party is also playing this idea.

But who did he think he was dealing with, a stupid, lowly human being?

Human beings are small and arrogant, cold and abusive, simple and complex, a collection of complex elements, and only a god like Kanrosh who does not crave faith can create such a miraculous creation.

Izuy smiled sarcastically, staggering slightly, letting her divine power pounce on her heart frozen into an ice sculpture.

He knew that the other party had a hint of luck, but he wouldn't give it a chance. Presumably, after killing two compatriots with his own hands, the expression on his face will be wonderful for a moment, right?

Seeing that Yi Su staggered his steps, revealing a gap, Mu Yan slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

The other party gave up the ice sculpture, and if nothing else, the heart would be shattered when the whip went down.

But, this is also an opportunity.

Without his greeting, Garden would immediately understand.

At present, the vast majority of Isu's elemental territory is covered by Gadon, and he is the master of this space, controlling every inch of land, every side of space—except for the small piece of land that Isu is underfoot.

The golden flames that seemed to devour Isu just now were actually trying to compress the other party's space.

Now Isu staggered half a step to avoid the divine power, and there was a moment of separation from the heart, if this didn't catch the opportunity, then he would be too sorry for the tens of millions of believers of the Morning Star.

I saw the firelight floating, the air was distorted, and Mu Yan disappeared from the spot in an instant. The space he was in seemed to have been cut out alive, and instead swapped with the small space corresponding to the front of the heart!

In an extremely small instant, he successfully overtook the car and appeared in front of the thrown divine power.

After the divine power was thrown out, it became a passive force, although Mu Yan was immune to the attack of the divine power, he could not be immune to the inertia and impact carried by the force, fortunately, this was thrown by himself, and he knew the proportions of his hands, and it was natural to bear it with his back.

So in Yisu's stunned gaze, Mu Yan took away his heart with a wicked smile on his face, and then turned back to the back of Garton.

Before leaving, he gestured to him, which seemed to be a raised middle finger.

At the same time, the Duke of Ash had truly lost his restraints, and only then did the Duke of Ash return to his true nature, and without a word of superfluous nonsense, flames rose in the air, converging into a hideous face and swept towards him.

Yi Su glanced at Mu Yan deeply, and was wrapped in flames, and in the blink of an eye, he was devoured, steaming so much that there was not even any gas left.

"He's gone."

Garton pouted.

If it weren't for the unleashed hands and feet, no one would be able to kill anyone with a creature of this magnitude, not to mention that the person who came here was not the main body.

"Thank you." Mu Yan waved his hand.

"You can't just talk about it."

Garden suddenly turned his face and held out his hand at him.

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Shanes frowning at him, he immediately understood what was going on.

"It's okay, it's okay......" he sighed, pulled out the basketball in front of Gardenton, pretended to caress it for a long time, and finally carefully buckled off a piece the size of a booger and bounced it over.

The Duke is not too small, and he is busy holding it in his hand like a treasure, and he does not instantly integrate into his body like Isu, but hides it.

It seems that he has spent a lot of money for Mino, and has to tighten his belt to get by.

At present, the main priest who was only the strength of the realm half a year ago has stood firmly in the legend, with a calm momentum, and the divine sword tsunami behind him is also safely divided, and it has not "turned into a monstrous flood in the hands of uncontrollable people" as the legend says. This is also enough to prove its strength.

"It's settled, it's time for me to go!"

Garden flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

"Lord Duke," Mu Yan hurriedly stopped him, "I have something I want to ask you, about Your Excellency Kanlosh." ”

"Now?"

"Wait a moment for me."

Garton nodded and looked at the two servants, "Which of the two of you stayed behind to lead the way?" ”

"I, I, I!!"

Shanes hurriedly raised his hand, and the wolf's tail flicked flicking flatteringly behind him.

Garton stared at him, a little surprised, then looked at his heart, and suddenly showed a smile that all men understand: "Are the two hairless women in that ice good-looking?" ”

"What did you say...... Hey, hey, hey...... Of course it's good-looking! ”

"Hehehe......"

The two of them let out a tacit lewd laugh, and it wasn't until Garton opened a door and Miss Luna stood on the other end that Shannes stopped laughing like a chicken choked by the neck.

He fell to his knees with a puff instead, wagging his tail again in a flattering manner.

"If you look good, you can see more." Garden patted him on the shoulder and stepped in.

……

"I'm all right."

When Shanes came out of the door, he had two more slaps on his face, his five fingers were slender, and the lines were clear, one left and one right were perfectly symmetrical.

Mu Yan hummed and continued to look at his heart.

Ys didn't lie, this is indeed a game of secret rooms, because of John Diperle's genius operation, Ephalo and Erin's respective forces cannot break through the predicament, and only the winner can leave alive, far from reaching a balance between good and evil as he planned......

All this because John's understanding of good and evil is too superficial......

He is like an idiot who has been brainwashed by religion and poured out of dualism.

He thinks that prostitutes are bad, lascivious and sinful, so Farol represents evil, and her breath smells of sin.

He thinks that the priest is pure, innocent and kind, so Erin is good, a goddess with rainbow colors on......

But in fact, goodness is a bouquet of flowers that bloom on sin, just like dung is dirty, but it has nutrients and can bloom bright flowers......

It doesn't get any worse than that......

……

……

As the epicenter of "evil", Farol travels back to the age of nine.

That was the beginning of it all, and the beginning of the nightmare.

It was her birthday, but she witnessed her drunken father beat her mother to death, then locked the door and raped her. After that, she was locked in the basement, surrounded by cockroaches and rats, and only came to her with food when she wanted to vent her desires.

The nightmare lasted for a whole year, and fortunately, she eventually killed the man with her own hands.

This time, however, as a witness and bystander, she witnessed the beginning of this atrocity.

It was still his birthday, and the simple cake was covered with candles, the curtains were drawn, and only a ray of light was cast into the dimly lit room, and the dust floating up and down could be seen.

A woman with a wounded face, but still a soft expression, held the little girl's hand, and in her hand was a rusty dagger hidden under a shabby coat.

The door was locked, and the woman looked uneasy, but her face was kind.

The poor woman seemed to have a premonition of the day and was prepared in advance.

Just as the little girl was about to blow out the candles, the door was kicked with a "bang".

The voice was rough and savage, as if it had struck on Farrow's heart, and even as a bystander, she was startled, and then anger swelled.

The incessant insults and kicks frightened the nine-year-old Faryl, and the girl curled up in her mother's arms, shivering, and the woman covered her ears, weeping and comforting her daughter uneasily.

"Tom"

The door was suddenly kicked through a large hole, a furry arm reached in and locked the door, and the man burst into the house with the smell of alcohol.

The woman hurriedly pushed her daughter away, picked up the knife, and pointed it at the man tremblingly, warning him loudly not to come.

"Useless ......"

Farol said to herself, she didn't shed tears, the tears had long since dried.

She remembers that scene vividly, every day for more than a decade.

The mother raised the knife in a panic and cut the man's arm, and when she saw the blood, she was so frightened that she threw down the knife and tried to bandage him.

But what followed was a heavy slap, the thin body was slapped to the ground, and then there was a merciless fist and kick.

Until her body lost its temperature and no longer reacted, the man didn't stop, but wantonly vented his desires.

She could no longer witness this happen.

The cold dagger instantly slid into her palm and held it tightly, making her feel safe like never before.

At the same time, it was as if she heard a voice.

"Don't kill him...... That's liberation......

"Torture him to death, torture him to death......"

The voice was like the whisper of a demon.