Marivien didn't run away when the massive palms of the obsidian Titans covered her head, her attention not even on the mortal threat in front of her, so much so that she still had an absent-minded expression. (Starter)

What she was thinking about was not the black giant in front of her, but the refugees around her.

God loves the world and gives blessings to mortals. Life is priceless, and saving lives doesn't need to be reciprocated. The elect who walk on earth in the place of the gods should also live the doctrine of the gods. Marivian had always been convinced of this, and when she heard the news of the outbreak of the plague in Marseille, she did not hesitate to lead the Temple of Life to it.

The farmer should plough the fields, the blacksmith should strike iron, and the knight should fight. For the Holy Nun, the goddess of life, it is a natural vocation to dispel the plague and cure the sick. Making the best use of things, each performing his own duties, this is Marivian's perception of the world, a traditional and pure philosophy of order.

She never expected anyone to be grateful, but she never thought that she would be hated.

Yes, hate. At the moment when the Holy White Sanctuary was destroyed, she clearly felt the hatred of the refugees for her.

You're a nun, right? You can save us, right? We're dying! Why don't you save us...... Cries like these rose and fell in the darkness of the night.

The plague is called a natural disaster because it not only tortures the human body, but also leaves incurable scars on the minds of refugees who have fled their homes. As long as they are slightly stimulated by the outside world, it is easy for them to break the fragile nerve called "reason".

I want to live, I just want to live...... The only remaining belief in their minds sustained them, and other things such as morality and conscience became useless burdens in the face of survival.

As long as the Cursed cultists who instigated the disturbance are eliminated, they can calm down, right?

The gates of Isttalon were closed, and the refugees crowded at her feet to pray for mercy, so she confronted the false lord in the name of the goddess. And after Antonio ordered the door to open, the refugees dispersed in a hurry.

They took the little nun Ewen and squeezed her to the bottom of the city, and left her alone and fled for her life.

Refugees are still refugees, refugees who just want to live, refugees who are no different from the mobs, they themselves cannot control their emotions, they just try in vain to grasp all the straws, whether it is the Holy Sister or anyone else.

"Really...... Ugly ...... Ah......h

The Obsidian Titan was about to hit the walls again and crush Antonio into meat sauce when he suddenly felt something strange in his hand. It paused, somewhat confused, and opened its clenched palm to look.

The palms were bloody, but not a single body was left. A dark blue ice crystal lotus flower lurked silently in the blood, and the nearby obsidian was also stained with a layer of frost. The moment the titan opened his palm, the lotus flower suddenly bloomed layer by layer, and the cold air emitted froze the entire palm into a lump of ice.

A red flame slowly rose from the heart of the lotus, rising at the sight of the wind, and burned with the ice frozen by the lotus flower. The ice and the flames combined to create a brilliant purple glow.

The purple-haired Holy Sister stepped out of the lotus flower, stepping on the invisible steps step by step away from the Titan's palm and rising into the air. The cross of ice and fire slowly emerged behind her. The power of the gods on the cross flickered, creaking and shrill moans in the torment of ice and fire, gradually turning into sharp wails.

The cross snapped from it and fell into the void, and Marivian's body shuddered and bent backwards at an incredible angle. Purple flames wrapped around her body, and the girl's figure swelled at an alarming speed in the firelight, her legs tangled together to form a snake's tail, and two sharp horns that curved backwards grew on the top of her head. The bright purple wavy hair swelled for dozens of meters and fell to the ground, and the nun's uniform on her body turned to ashes, leaving only the scaly corset that grew out of her body to set off the waves.

The Holy Sister named Mary Vivien vanished into the flames and was replaced by a human-headed serpentine monster no less in size than an obsidian-constructed Titan. She landed on the ground, let out a low roar, and reached out to grab a hydra whip from the void, and two flaming wings bloomed from her back at once.

"Monster" alone is no longer enough to describe her existence, it is clearly a demon god from hell!

She opened her mouth and took a deep breath, and among the fleeing refugees, one of them suddenly fell to her knees, clutching her throat and convulsing. Translucent phantoms involuntarily floated out of his body, and then purple flames fell from the sky, incinerating him into a cloud of ashes.

After absorbing hundreds of filthy souls in one go, the demon god named "Marivian" licked his lips with intent, and opened his eyes to look at the black giant standing in front of him.

The Obsidian Construct Titan has no change in expression, or rather no surprise or deliberate emotional reflexes, and in his pre-programmed program, all the targets of activity are enemies that must be destroyed. After locking on to its new target, it punched the demon god in the chest without mercy.

The demon god doesn't seem to be quite accustomed to the changes in his body, and he wants to dodge but doesn't completely dodge. The Obsidian Construct Titan slammed into her lower abdomen, its fist sinking almost entirely into the flesh. The demon god screamed and spurted out a mouthful of blood, arched his body and retreated sharply, the snake tail on his lower body swirled into a ball, and he completely endured the force of this punch.

The blood she spurted turned into purple flames in midair, pouring on the black giant's arm and burning like maggots on tarsal bones. Obsidian that has been smelted by earth fire for thousands of years is not afraid of any flames, but the essence of this purple flame is a combination of ice and fire, and even the strongest rock cannot withstand the test of double extreme temperatures.

The Obsidian Titan seemed to sense the abnormality of the purple fire, and quickly slapped the burning flames with the palm of her other hand, but at this time, the demon god had also recovered her breath, and she raised the hydra whip longer than her own snake tail, and threw out a thunderous whip flower in mid-air, slamming it on the black giant's head.

Nine massive snake heads slammed into the black giant's face, and boundless purple flames erupted from its mouth at the same time. The black giant clutched his head and staggered back, stumbling under his feet, losing his balance and falling down, crushing another section of the wall behind him.

With a mischievous smile on his face, the demon god slowly withdrew the tail of the snake that had stumbled, raised the hydra whip in his hand and whipped it at the black giant. The body of the obsidian titan was covered with purple flames in a few moments, and the earth and walls were torn apart by countless ravines where the whip shadow swept past him.

The demon god swung twelve whips in a row, and he refused to stop when he saw that all the heavens and the earth around him were in a sea of fire. The hydra whip suddenly straightened, and the black giant jumped out of the flames with the tip of the whip in his hand, and two golden rays of light shot out of his eyes and hit the demon god's face, grabbing the snake's tail and dragging her to the ground as she turned her head......

"That's a ...... What an amazing unfolding. ”

In the small alley under the city walls in the distance, no one noticed, a lively human head looked at the red-hot sky in the distance, and for the first time a shocked expression appeared on its face.

"Who would have thought that the chosen people of the goddess of life were the real 'apostles'? Are the old women blind? The old men have been thinking of Antonio as a child of fate all these years, but they did not expect that this time they were played a big joke by fate. It's just incredible...... But I love the surprise. ”

Count Sneiker, who was only left with his head, muttered to himself, and several soft tentacles poked out of the severed surface of his neck, which gradually grew and pushed his head into the air. Smaller tentacles grew on the tentacles and became entangled with each other, forming a complete humanoid body in a short time.

With a gesture of his hand, Count Sneik lowered a pool of blood from the city walls, pouring it on him, growing a snow-white and smooth skin at a speed visible to the naked eye. He coughed, took out a black silk scarf from his mouth and draped it over his body, a flash of light flashed, and all the complicated clothes on his body were neatly dressed. In just a blink of an eye, he turned back into the ragged Chincha-sama.

"So you like surprises so much?" a leisurely girl's voice came from behind him, and the smile on Count Sneike's face couldn't help but stiffen.

"I didn't expect to see the secret flesh and blood alchemy of the Kyle elves in the realm of mankind, Lord Count Sneck, I wonder if your master has ever told you the price of flesh and blood alchemy?"

"My master, who are you sacred, Miss?" said Count Sneiker sneered and turned his head slowly, the alley behind him was empty, and there was not a single figure.

"Obsidian Titans are expensive, and Pandora is willing to let you squander them like this?"

The girl's voice still came from behind her ears, and I didn't know how far or near it was. Count Snecker jerked his head back, still finding nothing.

"So you are an old acquaintance of the master?" Hearing the name Pandora, his body trembled involuntarily, and he immediately put away the smile on his face and cautiously tentatively said.

"Old acquaintances, let's ......" The girl neither denied nor admitted, and her ambiguous attitude made Count Snecker even more confused.

"We haven't seen each other since she came to Kanillas, and do you know what strange things she's researching now?"

"How dare you speculate on the will of Lord Pandora. Count Sneike lowered his head and said with a smile. If you can know that the adult is not a person from this realm, I am afraid that the person next to me will not be a good person.

"Pandora's loyal dog, how about making a deal with me?" the girl's voice whispered in her ear, making the cold hairs on Count Sneick's back stand up.

"You tell me what interesting things Pandora is working on, and I'll tell you what the real hidden dangers of flesh and blood alchemy are?"

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