The fallen are unforgivable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Adventurers are given the power of high-ranking angels and have the ability to defeat demons and grow stronger, and this group of people is called professionals, continuing the flame of the "Brotherhood of Hradim".

But what happens when this power goes into darkness? There have been examples of high-ranking angels turning into demons, and the light and darkness are brought closer by opposition, and the more powerful they are, the more difficult it is to control.

Those who bear the vocation of the Divine will become a depraved unless they are willing to do so.

A human being, whose mind is immersed in darkness, whether his body is decayed or not, has left the shores of redemption and stepped into the true abyss.

Everyone at Camp Rog thinks so, and Gaskell is no exception.

Iwamoto is not worth saving, he repeatedly emphasized this point in his heart.

The tomahawk pinched tighter, just like his tense heartstrings.

The battle axe in his hand clashed with his tenacious claws, bursting out with sparks, and he stared into Iwamoto's bear eyes, but saw only deep brown darkness.

Both sides took a step back, but quickly adjusted back and fell into an intractable struggle for a while.

The shadow of the axe and the cold light intertwined, and Gaskell suddenly felt a little dazed, and all kinds of wonderful memories appeared in front of him.

Lead the squad to cut down the first Demon Banner; Pursue the Fallen Demon Wizard across the green fields; When he was seriously injured, Asahi Hara rescued in time; The sun, the night, the green trees, the iron axe, the clashing of wine glasses, the sound of companions drinking.

The heavy force tossed him to the ground, and the iron axe in his hand fell into the distance, plunging into the mud.

He was caught in a psychedelic whirlpool, retreating again and again, and finally half-kneeling on the ground with difficulty, gasping for breath.

"Why?"

Gaskell frowned, finally realizing that something was wrong, and looked at the other party with a puzzled gaze, "Do you think this is a play house, or do you still have pity?" ”

"You don't have any intention of humiliating me, but you do have murderous intent towards me, what the hell are you thinking, Iwamoto Ten?"

The silence of the other party was like strong oil, poured on the nameless fire in Gaskel's heart.

The barbarian couldn't bear it anymore.

"Do you think you'll be able to go back to Camp Rog by protecting me in this way?"

"I still want to see you as a hero, but your cowardly nature is exposed."

The first time Gaskell said something different, Iwamoto's hand trembled visibly.

"This is the path you choose for yourself, and no one has the luxury of expecting the expelled rats to repent."

"You're gone, and Matigal can't be depressed by your death forever."

"Things quickly took a turn for the better."

"She and Sidham had their wedding, and Lord Araka himself officiated, you know, he's been courting her, and he won't give up without you."

"Leave a good thought to everyone in the camp, so that you are still a hero among the druids."

Gaskell staggered and stood up again with the tree beside him, his expression calm and natural.

He stretched out his hand and hammered it heavily on his right chest, and his voice was powerful and powerful: "Now, kill me, Iwamoto Ten!" ”

The sound of concussion kicked up light dust, and the strong wind blew up the few dead leaves, streaking across Iwamoto's feet.

"You don't ask me why—"

Iwamoto ten's brows furrowed, staring at the calm Gaskell with a deep disgust rising in his heart.

"Kill me! Coward! ”

The fierce voice was raised in an instant, and Gaskel's eyes were red, staring at Iwamoto Tenten viciously, roaring wildly.

There is no room for it, and Iwamoto's mood is heavy.

With a flick of his wrist, the flying knife pierced through the air and stabbed into Gaskel's chest, and Iwamoto swung the long knife without changing his face, killing him with one blow.

Cleanly putting away the long knife, the wrinkles on his face splattered with blood, appearing deeper.

As a former comrade-in-arms, he actually wanted to save Gaskell, and this feeling was only sympathy.

As a man of hope, he is also unwilling to extinguish the hope of others, which is the compassion that the druid learns from the forces of nature.

Only, as a degenerate, he had to have murderous intent.

Pity was exchanged for hatred, honesty was angered, and until the last moment he was speculated by Gaskel with the greatest malice. He had no intention of asking for information from him, but the other party used it to provoke him.

The [Green Demon Curse] on his chest glowed faintly, and Iwamoto interrupted his thoughts, frowning in response to the call of the golden eyes.

In the pain, he seemed to be aware of it, and looked at his hands silently.

More than a decade ago, he used these hands to save Gaskel.

Now, he uses them to kill him with his own hands.

He suddenly realized a truth, as if he had seen the sun from the clouds.

If Gaskell is really a weak man, the fate of elimination may be inevitable.

Punishment will come.

・・・

The strong human body turned into gray powder, and countless gray air currents submerged into Tang Ze's body.

Enjoying the comfort brought by the increase in strength, Tang Ze exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"EXP +110"

"Obtain a Human Soul Essence to trigger the Draw Reward"

"New Message: Max HP +6"

"New Message: Mana Max +3"

[New Message: Attribute Domination Points +1]

This time, the subject is a barbarian, who provides an unusually rich amount of experience and is very active with vitality.

With a male mage, an assassin, two Amazons, and the last barbarian, Karasaw's experience points reach the requirement of breaking through Lv2.

Name: Tang Ze

Level: 2

Experience: 50/800

Class: Sink Demon

Health: 52/52

Mana: 11/11

Stamina: 20/25

Strength: 4

Constitution: 5

Dexterity: 4

Energy: 5

Remaining Domination Points: 10

Naturally, he felt himself submerged in the water, and when he came out again, he was refreshed.

The experience bar cap has been increased by 300 points, but this is acceptable for Karasaw.

After the constitution and energy are upgraded, they do not increase only one point like strength and energy, they increase by two points.

This may be the difference between the Sinking Demon and the Human's leveling traits, and after trying for a while, he was disappointed to find that his skill tree still hadn't changed.

"I can clearly feel the increase in physical ability, but with brute force alone, I can't fight the enemy."

He couldn't help but recall the swift speed and treacherous fighting style of a certain female assassin, all of whom completely suppressed him in every aspect.

"Quick!" "This way!"

Waiting next to the zombies, Tang Ze was keenly aware of the noise in the jungle.

It was not the language of Canduras, it was the language of Halogas.

Barbarian?

Realizing that the professional was nearby, Tang Ze's first reaction was vigilance and surprise.

Only Lv2, counting the stupid zombies around him, he is not an opponent of the barbarians at all.

"Are you going to run away?"

He carefully considered the current situation, but the other party took the first step and emerged from the dense jungle.

"Damn, zombies are ambushing here..." "Wait... ”

The two wounded barbarians looked angrily at the zombies around them, and at the same time looked at Tang Ze with a suspicious gaze.

Injured?

Tang Ze squinted at the two injured barbarians, who only had a short knife in their hands.