In the depths of memory, there is a big lock, which is violently rushed open at this moment, and a large number of memory fragments are paved up.

A giant axe fell, and as the villagers laughed, Aru's head flew out with blood spilled, and he silently opened his mouth as he watched the headless body slowly fall.

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Memories are still going backwards.

He was crucified to a cross made by the villagers, his palm pierced by a huge iron nail, and his blood had turned black.

He looked at his lifeless wife on the stage, his expression was already crazy, and he could only let out an unconscious howl.

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"Die, Devil !!"

The scythe that had been pierced in the chest was pulled out, and there was a bloody flower.

"Sure enough, it's a demon!!"

The villagers panicked, and hurried away from the man who staggered to his feet, holding up the farm tools, sickles, hoes, and axes in their hands.

"Stop! Demon! ”

Aru tried to explain something, and stood there with his mouth open, and the blood kept flowing, staining the placket of his clothes red.

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"The devil's child is also a demon, carry her up."

The village held a shovel and looked at the man who had lost both hands and feet, and no matter what they did, the man would never die.

They were scared.

Fear drives them crazy.

A woman with a big belly stuffed a rag in her mouth and tied up and was put up.

Aru didn't have the strength to speak, but he watched his wife appear, struggling to move towards her.

But he could only pounce on the ground, like a worm.

"Haha, priest, take a good look."

Some of the bold villagers went up and grabbed Aru's blonde hair and grinned, the look in the eyes of the villagers was full of madness and ferocity.

The woman struggled until she was pinned to a wooden table where livestock were slaughtered.

The butcher licked his lips, and the sharp knife in his hand sharpened the iron rod to sharpen it.

'Snort'

The sound of the skin and flesh being cut, mixed with the screams of the woman, Aru could only be forced to watch hard.

His wife was killed, and his children were gouged out and thrown to the ground.

It was an embryo that had not yet been formed.

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Aru stayed with a man who was tied up and was charged with the same crime.

"I didn't expect you, pastor, hey."

The man bared a mouthful of big yellow teeth, giving off a foul smell.

"I'm innocent, I didn't do it."

Aru's hair was a little messy, it all happened so fast that he was caught before he could react.

"Hahaha, the priest actually did something to molest children, how is it, it tastes very comfortable, by the way, I think Kali tastes the best."

The beggar-like man seemed to be reminiscing, and then he was knocked down with a punch, and it was the emaciated priest.

"You beast!"

Even if he was a thin priest, before he was sealed by the gods, he was a seventh-order divine envoy, and his physical strength was not comparable to that of this malnourished homeless man.

"Ha, we're the same kind of people."

He was beaten, and he didn't resist much, just laughed at the priest.

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"Vier, we're here."

The carriage stopped at the inn, and a handsome middle-aged man with blond hair led a woman with a small belly from the carriage.

"Joe, it's so beautiful here."

The air and scenery of the countryside attracted this aristocratic lady.

"We went to the church, and the villagers seemed to have a little surprise for us."

Joe carefully supported Wei'er, but was rejected, looking at his wife who did not want to be treated as a vase, Joe reluctantly scraped her nose.

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"If our child is born, what is it called?"

"Call it Lilith, Lilith. Quiet. ”

"Isn't that a girl's name? What about the boy?"

"I want a girl who must be as beautiful as you."

"Don't be poor, the boy's name is John, John. Ann, must be as handsome as you. ”

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Aru, no, should be called Joe. Ann, he kicked this roughly, his eyes red.

He had no tears left, and he was covered in black gas.

"Haha, that's it, keep feeling the pain, embrace the pain, and you can become strong!"

Outside, Cito looked at Joan in the middle of a pile of human stumps, what a pure demonic energy, not knowing what it would evolve into.

The Undead King, a Ghoul, or a Death Knight.

He prefers the Death Knight as this species is the most loyal subordinate.

In Joan's consciousness space, memories have come to childhood.

Lilith. When Ann died.

The child knelt on the ground and looked at the old man who was already dying on the bed.

"Joe, come here."

There seemed to be a light in the old man's eyes, passing through little Joan, expelling the darkness that surrounded Joan.

"You must remember that this world is full of darkness, and as long as there is light in your heart, the light of the goddess will always cover the earth."

Joan paused, and his voice passed through little Joan to the old man.

"What if the world kills me, deceives me, or deceives me?"

The old man raised his eyes, as if he was looking at Joan across time and space.

"Then find the source and destroy it."

"What if it's a god?"

"Then kill the gods!"

"Yes, Grandma Lilith."