The man's breath is getting weaker and weaker.

Erin looked at him stunned, her lips unconsciously opening and closing up and down, but she couldn't make any sound.

The girl tried to reach out.

Very easily, he took the man into his arms.

He who has always been very strong in the past is like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

His vitality was slowly passing away, and the incomparably strong smell of blood filled the tip of Eileen's nose.

The girl felt a little itchy on her face, and she stuck out her tongue and licked it.

It is the taste of the scarlet sweetness.

It should be the blood that burst out of the man's heart before, staining her face.

She could feel the sudden surge of power in her body.

Becoming a god is exciting to think about.

What a great thing that must be......

You can ...... it yourself Why can't you be happy?

Eileen sat slumped on the ground, her blood-stained black dress blooming like a mysterious and elegant black lotus.

She held Losiu tightly in her arms.

The two of them pressed their cheeks together, and they could feel each other's warm skin.

Luo Xiu didn't hold out for long.

His vitality passed quickly, and his body, which was already overwhelmed by the forbidden arts, was soon shattered.

He tried to keep his smile on his face, but it was a little funny because of his weakness.

The girl stared silently into his eyes.

Those eyes were always clear, the best she had ever seen.

Tonight, too, was the first time that Eileen knew that sadness would really be expressionless, breathless, and glazed eyes.

Slowly, she finally seemed to come back to her senses, and her face showed extreme panic and hesitation.

The girl's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the voice coming from her mouth was even more subtle.

Over and over again.

"Don't ......"

"Please, don't ......"

Her expression was full of panic, her hands were stunned and she held the man's face in a daze, and she said words that she couldn't even hear clearly.

"Lord Losho...... You're a priest, you won't die......"

"Woo ......"

"You said it clearly, it won't make me sad......"

The girl's whispered whimper, dry, indistinct.

In short, it is very ugly, and it is not like her previous voice.

Luo Xiu looked at her quietly, as if he saw the little girl with a cold and arrogant face again.

She clasped her hands on her chest, her little face was full of disgust, and she was always muttering perverted, disgusting and other things in her mouth.

On the verge of death, it's not the first time that Luo Xiu has come.

He does not mourn or suffer from death.

But seeing the girl collapse like this, I still feel a little sad.

"Erin, remember our conversation that night?"

He asked softly.

The girl was stunned, first nodded subconsciously, and then hurriedly shook her head.

Endless black mist emerged from her body.

The mysterious lines on the skin of the calves also began to shine with a brilliance that had never been seen before.

She tried to stuff the powers and gifts of the gods into the man's body.

She didn't want to be a god, she just wanted her priest to live.

Two lines of clear tears, I don't know when they rolled down.

The maiden cried silently, she murmured in her mouth.

"Lord Loxiu, I don't remember, I don't remember anything......"

The girl used the gentlest tone in her life, but her voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

"You don't want to die, you tell me slowly, I really don't remember, can you tell me slowly......"

Luo Xiu's response was very weak, and he hummed softly.

“…… Good. ”

"Erin, I'll speak slowly."

He was always like that, no matter how unreasonable or nonsense the girl's begging.

He would always respond softly and try his best.

Just like now, the man's voice is fluctuating, getting lower and lower, and only by listening carefully can he barely listen to a rough idea.

Babbling and talking little by little.

She listened quietly, nodding her head from time to time in response.

"Erin, I said, I'm going to give you real freedom."

"That's good, isn't it?"

The girl shook her head frantically, repeating in her mouth.

"Not good, it's not good at all!"

"Don't ......"

Above them, the night sky was pitch black.

The large remnant clouds slowly faded, and some faint moonlight began to sprinkle.

From a distance, the moonlight is bright and clean, revealing an extremely hazy beauty.

"The moonlight is so beautiful."

The man couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

Two years ago, he said this to the girl.

It's just that compared to the obedient appearance now, the girl's temper was still very short-tempered at that time.

The girl was bathed in such moonlight, like a cold corpse, motionless.

Unconsciously, the tears were like bursting embankments, wetting the whole beautiful face.

In her ears, the man's last whisper also floated.

"Erin, far away."

"Don't look back."

It's like an admonition, and it's like an admonition.

The power of the gods is great and unique.

Even if it is to bring people back from the dead, it is not impossible for the gods.

It's just that this person is Luo Xiu.

It is the most crucial part of the whole godhood ceremony.

The ritual has been completed, and the Godhead has been established.

In exchange, Luo Xiu will die.

The night is getting quieter.

The only god in the world, sitting in this battlefield full of wolves.

Her heart contracted violently, as if she was experiencing the stinging pain of a thousand needles every minute.

Pain.

It hurts.

It was as if we were stuck in a wall of despair and pain.

The high walls are impermeable and locked.

The pain did not arise from physical suffering, but it was far beyond the pain that anything else in the world could inflict on people.

The girl's eyes once again became extremely hollow.

In that emptiness, what is revealed is a desperate dead silence.

An endless black mist began to spread wildly outward.

They are like beasts that have been hungry and thirsty for thousands of years, showing their bloodthirsty fangs at this moment.

The black mist spread over the other girl's body, enveloping her, and gently bringing her back to the god.

The gods are selfless.

Then the girl's body began to disintegrate little by little, turning into a deeper black mist, and rushing into the arms of the gods.

Immediately after, the black mist slowly condensed behind him.

One after another, a total of twelve pitch-black wings that covered the sky and the sun, unfurled violently.

From this moment on, the gods shared their ownership with the maiden.

They blended together in the darkness of the night.

Not each other.

……

……

The first thing the black mist devoured was the silvery-white torrent that had been surrounding the surroundings.

The speed of the black fog is too fast.

There was almost no time to react, and the entire Judgment Army was enveloped in an instant.

Their souls were forcibly pulled out by the black mist and scattered in the air, letting out a cry of great pain and screams.

Immediately afterwards, the intact skin and flesh of the body also began to be stripped little by little.

When the incomparably noble Pope came with his priests and Cardinal Archbishop Shi Shiran.

What I saw was such a scene like purgatory on earth.

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Thank you to all the book friends who are willing to accompany the circle to come here.

I continued to codeword, and there was one more chapter in the evening!

(End of chapter)