"Woo~Wow~ I want my mother. ”

"Help me, who will save me. ”

"Damn the demons, I'll fight with you. ”

......

Bright red flames filled the entire village, illuminating the walls of the cave that enveloped the village, and the village was filled with cries and cries for help.

The peaceful and warm village has become like a purgatory on earth. No, this is not an appropriate word, this is not the human world, and naturally it cannot be called human purgatory.

"What, old man, don't you want to tell him where he is, if you don't say anything, your villagers will die. ”

Frey floated in midair, her wings flapping lightly, her scarlet eyes staring at John, who was lying in a pool of blood.

John now looked very bad, his right arm and left leg had been severed by Qigan, and his already pale face had become even paler due to excessive blood loss.

"I've told you, I really, I don't know, where he is. ”

To maintain a clear will despite losing so much blood, I have to say that John is indeed very powerful. It's a pity, looking at his angry appearance, it is estimated that he will not last long.

"It looks like I can only use this spell, really, I don't want to use this spell on a man at all, it's still an old man like this. ”

Frey held her head and shook it constantly, looking very painful.

"Hey~ Forget it, there's no other way. ”

Sighing softly, Frey stared intently at John.

Suddenly, something shot out of the house next to it and hit Frey in mid-air.

With a flick of her hand, what struck her was cut off by the waist and fell to the ground, turning out to be an earthen spear.

The wooden door of the house was smashed open. Shirley rushed out of the house, ran to John's side, and fell to her knees in a pool of blood, letting the bright red blood stain her clothes.

"Grandpa. ”

Looking at the tragic appearance of John's broken hands and feet, crystal tears couldn't help but come out of Shirley's eyes.

"No, I said. Let's hide, in it, for why, to run out. ”

There was an anxious look in John's eyes, and he struggled to his feet. However, his weak body did not give him a chance to stand up.

"Ahh ”

Originally, Frey was not interested in the girl who ran out, after all, she was just a teenage girl. What can you know.

However, the picture that the previous family members passed to her before she died suddenly flashed in her mind, and this girl was not the one standing next to Amiya at that time!

Shirley slowly stood up from the ground, lowered her head slightly, and a roar came out of her throat, "How dare you, how dare you ......"

Shirley looked up sharply. Some bloodshot eyes were fixed on Frey, matching her blood-stained clothes. It looks incomparably oozing. She took out the dagger that Emia had given her from her bosom, threw it at random, and rushed at Frey with the dagger in her hand.

However, before she could lift her feet, she froze in place. At some point, Frey had already arrived at her side.

Frey held out her hand. Gently supporting Shirley's chin, scarlet eyes stared at her, and a charming smile appeared on her face, "What a nice expression." What~ Let me see what you know!"

Looking at each other, Shirley's pupils gradually dilated. Frey's eyes deepened.

After a while, Frey let go of Shirley with some displeasure, and there was a hint of anger in her voice, "What! I really don't know anything! ”

"Mistress Frey, what are you going to do with the rest of the humans? ”

The man who had been silently standing not far behind Frey heard Frey's words and asked out in a little excitement.

Because he had been guarding Frey's side, the man had not killed a single person since he entered the village, which was the most painful torture for him who was naturally fond of killing. However, Frey's words made him see a ray of light, and from Frey's words, he could hear that these people were useless, did it mean that he could kill these people.

"This still needs to be asked, kill kill, kill all. ”

Frey waved her hand and said impatiently.

"Yes!"

The man replied with suppressed excitement and walked towards his goal.

Now there are only two humans left around who can be used as prey, one is a half-crippled old man who only has air out but no air intake, and the other is a young girl with a whole body intact.

Sharp claws protruded from the man's fingers, and the man raised his claws high and swung them at Shirley.

"A funny thing suddenly came to mind. ”

Just as the man's claws had touched Shirley's hair, Frey suddenly appeared behind him and kicked him out of the air, slamming him into a wall not far away. A strand of hair slowly fell from Shirley's head and fell to the ground.

Frey reached out and grabbed Shirley by the collar, lifting Shirley, who had collapsed to the ground with dilated pupils, and looked at each other again.

"Are you very unwilling now, are you very angry now. ”

"Unwilling, angry......"

"His family was tortured, his acquaintances were slaughtered, and his place of existence was destroyed. ”

"Torture, slaughter, ......"

"Is it your fault, is it your fault? No, no, you have been in the village all the time, how can it be your fault. ”

"Not ......"

"Is that the fault of the demons? Yes, but not all, the demons and humans are enemies of life and death, and this is an iron rule set by nature, just like humans kill other creatures, this is a part of nature. ”

"Natural ......"

"Then the question is, whose fault is it all this, who is the culprit, I think you should think of it! That's right, all the fault is on Amiya, it was he who brought the demons here, so that your village was slaughtered by the demons. ”

"Emia ......"

"That's right, it's Emiya, Emia is the culprit of all this, if you want to hate, hate him!"

"Emia, Emia!"

There was finally a glimmer of light in Shirley's dilated pupils, an angry gaze.

"However, with your current strength, you can't seek revenge on him, so let me help you!"

Frey opened her mouth, revealing her two tiny fangs, tilted her head slightly, and placed her head on Shirley's neck, her teeth biting down gently.

After a few moments, Frey opened her mouth and left Shirley's neck, sticking out her tongue to lick the blood from the corners of her mouth.

Holding Shirley in her arms, who had fallen asleep, Frey took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead. Using spells to change one's latent mind is indeed quite laborious.

Looking at Shirley, who was muttering the name of Emia in her sleep, the corners of Frey's mouth curled slightly.

Things are getting more and more interesting. (To be continued......)