"You're doing this as a killing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Hades looked directly at Zhu Lan, "Female mages are not suitable for this kind of thing, let me come." ”

Zhu Lan stared at Hades for a while, the arc in her hand quietly dispersed, and the conversation between her and Hades was very soft, and no one else noticed.

At the same time, a sharp sword slammed down, severing the other scorpion's tail, and pale green juice gushed out.

Trembling, Memi shuddered, apparently frightened, and stared in horror at a barbarian who had just swung her sword, tears streaming from her eyes and dripping to the ground.

"You're crazy, I'm Memi!"

"Professional Memi!"

"See, the scorpion tail is gone! Atisius! Keep your dog's eyes open and see clearly! ”

She cried hysterically.

After the scorpion tail was severed, the remnants seemed to disappear along with Memi's demonic features, as did the rich evil breath. The rain quickly wet her long hair, entangled with her bewitching body, and she looked pitiful.

The barbarian Atisius who was called by his name raised his eyebrows, looked at the two blood holes behind Meimi in a daze, and then looked at the scorpion tail on the ground, a little overwhelmed.

"Uh, sorry."

He immediately apologized, and looked at Memi with a flickering look in his eyes.

In fact, Memi is also a rare beauty, with a clear view of her body, and the scene at the moment is exactly in line with his reverie for some nights.

"Leslie..."

The crying continued, she kept calling Leslie's name, and the paladins at the front frowned, holding huge shields, and looked warily at Memmy on the ground, and invariably looked at Hades in unison.

"Spread out."

Hades said in a deep voice, and the hands of the paladins and barbarians holding the giant shield suddenly tightened and dispersed decisively, keeping a distance of several meters from Memi.

"Hah, Lord Hades."

After the surrounding professionals retreated, Memi seemed to regain some sense, looked at Hades who came forward, and clutched her chest in embarrassment.

She looked up hesitantly and saw Hades's cold eyes, her pupils narrowed, and she opened her mouth to say something.

"Hades, you-"

The blade stabbed out suddenly, splashing a few bits of rain, and the cold light was reflected in Meimi's eyes, and she was too weak to dodge the stabbing blow when she had just been dedemonized, and the blade penetrated, splashing a pool of red blood.

She didn't die immediately, feeling the heavy force from the blade, she vomited two words in pain.

"-- Brute."

Hades drew his sword sharply, and Mehmi's face froze with sarcasm, her body twitched twice, her pupils containing hatred slowly dilated, and then she collapsed in a pool of blood, no longer moving.

Although they understood Hades's approach, everyone still had a chill in their hearts.

Knowing that Meimi, as a degenerate, is just acting, but if they want to kill their former companions with their own hands, few professionals can cross the inner hurdle.

The sword will become sluggish, become heavy.

"The fallen cannot be trusted, that's an iron rule."

He looked away and glanced at the professionals with complicated expressions, and his voice was cold, "No exceptions. ”

Then, Hades looked at Leslie, who was walking slowly with twinkling eyes, and said, "Also, Leslie, Camp Rog will thoroughly review you for this matter, you should understand." ”

Memi's attitude towards Leslie is in everyone's eyes, and even if she only wants to frame Leslie, who is a super professional, censorship is unavoidable. He was interrogated twice by the Camp Logue Council, one by a cross-examination, and finally by a ritual examination.

Historically, there have been many incidents of the fallen doing evil, and it is very effective to follow the example of their predecessors.

"I understand."

Leslie's expression was complicated, and he nodded, glancing at Memi's corpse, still taking his weapon from the pro who stepped forward.

"Can you trust?"

One of the professionals who stepped forward took Leslie's dark gold weapon, and suddenly a sentence came out.

Leslie was stunned, and the professional in front of him was a junior who had been mentored by him.

Even now, he could see a hint of deep respect in his eyes that were intertwined with doubt and fear.

"You better believe in yourself."

Leslie said in a deep voice, these were his heartfelt words.

He has pursued the balance of more than a decade, honed his extraordinary skills as an assassin, and has come to grips with some of the truths of the moment.

In reality, no one can really be trusted. Whether it's the professionals who lead the camp forward, the big people who promote development, or the church people who hide in the shadows. There are too many secrets, too many conspiracies, and everyone is struggling in the whirlpool of fate in search of a transcendent path in order to survive.

"I trust you, Master Leslie."

The junior didn't feel much about Leslie's response, but took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Many people know Meimi's style, and too many people have had fun with her." ”

"She is only targeting you, nothing more than valuing your high prestige and strength, and she is most likely to protect her."

Several of the professionals who were hearing well and who were staying nearby frowned.

Silence continued for a while, and Hades watched as the pro finished escorting Leslie and instructed the others to dispose of Memi's body.

Her corpse has a poison that ordinary people cannot touch, and only high-level professionals can resist it, who not only have to deal with her corpse themselves, but also control the spread of the poison epidemic, and there is still a lot to do.

"Sort out the surrounding venom and bloodstains and prepare to return."

Many professionals began to get busy, and the rain seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

・・・

In the depths of the Cathedral of Canduras, in the dark dungeons, green flames burn silently.

It has been a long time since the fall of the place, countless monks have been slaughtered, and the piles of corpses have been drained of blood.

All the dynamism converges in one direction.

It was the coldest part of the dungeon, and the six stone pillars of the monstrous twisted into the form of demons stood around the bloody platform, the torches on the stone pillars flickered and dimmed, and the rich evil breath overflowed from the platform and flowed to the bottom of the steps, but as soon as it touched the pale blue line, it vibrated violently, and then rushed back.

The arcane and difficult demonic words echoed softly.

"The poison spreads, and the evil moon is coming"

"The years of fear are about to dissipate, and a new life of suffering will be born"

Boom, bang, invisible chains emerged from the void, making a loud sound, the long fiery red hair upside down was like flames, the terrifying red eyes appeared in the darkness, and the four sharp black scorpion tails swayed wildly, shaking the entire dungeon and falling dust.

In the Burning Hell, the torture queen Andariel and her companions overthrew the rule of the Three Demon Gods, but after releasing them into the human world, she found herself in an elaborate trap.

She is only the titular demon king, and she still has not escaped Diablo's control.

But she hadn't given up yet, and for the inferior demons, the Evil Moon was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A chance to challenge the Demon God and free himself from his control.