Screams, screams, the sound of broken bodies, outside the school city, a scene like purgatory is being staged around a small Roman church.

The eyes were full of blood-red, the remains of corpses covered the entire path, fragments of flesh and blood everywhere, and the occasional dying moans of a few survivors, rendering this short distance like a ghost, combined with the darkness of the night, it is almost a scene that can only occur in the mythical hell.

And in this hellish scene, there were 'corpses' lying all over the place, in the corners, on the roadside, on the walls, everywhere, and every nun had a look of horror on her face, and her face was distorted, as if she could not believe that she could die in such a place, - the army of more than three hundred Roman battle nuns, the unit of Sister Janis, who was once famous in the whole wizarding world, was completely wiped out here, and the blood in their bodies would gather into a stream, and the ground would be muddy.

And on the muddy ground, the last nun was crawling backwards, her hands clutching at the bloody ground, her fingers that were usually very clean were covered with blood, but she didn't care about this, but clung to the dirt of the ground with all her might, almost crawling forward.

"No, don't come here!"

Behind her was the sound of footsteps on the ground, and the nun screamed in horror as she looked at the boy walking with muddy water and blood.

Although the boy was handsome and elegant like a king, the nun rushed forward as if she had seen a ghost. As a result, her feet slipped, and the whole person fell to the ground, and behind her. The boy walked over unhurriedly.

"Ahh Don't, don't, let me go! ”

Looking at the palm of the hand reaching towards her, the nun clutched her head and screamed.

The palm was white and slender, and every nail was neatly rested, without a single stain, and even the most perfect ceremonial master could not find fault with it, but in the nun's eyes it was a nightmare deeper than hell. The most terrible demon was even more terrible—she had seen with her own eyes how the white palm tore through the bodies of her companions, how they crushed their bones little by little. In just a few minutes, the proudest troops of the Roman Church were destroyed.

Run, run, run!

Be sure to stay away from that hand, the nun kept saying to herself in her heart, but she struggled a few times with all her strength overwhelmed by fear and panic. Or sat on the ground in vain. I could only watch as the hand approached.

But the expected sharp pain did not come, but a relatively mild voice.

"How's that, can you stand up on your own?"

The nun was a little stunned, and looked at the smiling young man with a look on her face as if she had seen Satan become a saint.

Mo Wen didn't care about this, withdrew his hand, shrugged his shoulders and said, "The game is over, congratulations." You're the last one standing, so I'm not going to make a move on you! ”

Time paused. The nun didn't seem to understand what Mo Wen meant, and it took a long time for her to react, and she looked blankly at the hellish scene around her, and then asked in a low voice.

"Game over?"

"Hmm!"

"Am I the last?"

"Not bad!"

"You're not going to do it to me again?"

"Of course!"

Mo Wen patiently answered the nun's question, as if he was not responsible for the tragedy just now.

"Ahh After getting Mo Wen's reply, the nun suddenly let out a scream, clasped her hands on her knees, crying and laughing, "It's over, it's over, it's over, I've survived, I've survived, Lisa, I'm sorry, I just want to survive, forgive me, forgive me"

Looking at the nun who was crying and laughing, as if she had lost her mind, Mo Wen pursed her lips, didn't say anything, and walked back along the path made of blood, but just around the corner, he stopped again.

A man appeared at the other end of the path, a blue long-sleeved T-shirt topped by a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and the pants were well-ventilated thin suspants. Sporty outfit, but lacking in energy. Reminiscent of the golf outfit that a man in his prime likes, with a fashionable black umbrella, the man's whole body exudes a calm atmosphere.

"Uejo dangma!"

"Water in the rear!"

Mo Wen and the other party pronounced each other's names almost at the same time.

Then Mo Wen just smiled, he looked back at the miserable path, although it just looked miserable, most of the nuns still have a life, of course, broken bones, cripples or something can't be avoided.

"You've been here for a short time, just watching me fix those poor nuns little by little, you must be from the same church! Is it so cold and heartless that you are embarrassed to say that you are a servant of God? ”

Rear Waters, William. Orville went but was unmoved, his eyes fixed on Mo Wen, and he didn't seem to see the miserable scene not far away.

"I'm just a mercenary, not a servant of God, the reason why I'm not moved is that the troops that have been defeated have no value to save, didn't you just see this and let go of the last poor nun, let her go back to spread your strength, and deter the Roman Orthodox Church, I have to say, you did a really good job!"

"Awesome!"

The plan in his heart was exposed, Mo Wen did not waver at all, but applauded, he looked at the water behind him with praise, and then said with some playfulness: "However, as far as I know, the right seat of the god and the water behind are not such a talkative person, although you have said so much, it seems that you don't think so in your heart!" ”

The water in the rear stagnated slightly, and his expression seemed to be a little stiff, and after a long time, he slowly spoke again: "Originally, I came this time just to recover the wind in front of me and bring her back to the Roman Orthodox Church, after all, the right seat of God is not a store that can be replenished lightly, and it is somewhat inappropriate for the highest combat power to fall on the side of science——"

Noticing the murderous aura gradually surging on the other side, Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, and the other party didn't seem to care about the miserable situation of Yanis's troops as he said.

"And now?"

Mo Wen said.

"Now, I've decided to destroy the source of your calamity here!"

Like a ghost, the water behind appeared on Mo Wen's side, and then slammed into the punch.

Rumble!

A loud noise filled the path, and a wall on the periphery of the Ossola church burst open.

The figures of Mo Wen and the water behind them appeared in a cloud of smoke and dust, and each took a few steps back.

Looking at Mo Wen with a solemn face, the water behind him exhaled slightly.

"You know, whether it's the wind in front or the Yanis troops, there are some pretty good people who have only become what they are for some reason?"

Mo Wen chuckled lightly and stretched out his right hand to the water behind him.

"So what? Whoever is my enemy will be killed, both good and evil! ”

"Sure enough!" A slight trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the water in the rear, "You should still be here, remove the source of your calamity!" ”

The next moment, with a loud roar, the two people collided again. (To be continued......)

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