In an instant, Apu's expression was as gloomy as iron.

His body couldn't even control the trembling of the spirit, Ron, the damn bastard, entered the headquarters of the Goddess of Dawn for the first time on the second day after entering Adams, and actually went to find his wife immediately.

I know that there is an adulterous affair between the two of you dogs and men, but you are really so anxious, you can't even bear it for so much time, obviously there is a princess Agnes by your side, isn't it enough?

Or even break into the headquarters of the Goddess of Dawn?

Is this hateful bastard really that interested in other people's wives?

Because of Virgil's words, Apu only felt that his head was green, and he was still laughing at Holt's unlucky bastard, but now he found that he was not much better than Holt.

A moment of effort, the anger in his chest, only made Apu can't help but want to rush over, reveal the true face of this dog man and woman in public, and then directly pinch Ron's bastard's dog head.

It was only very soon that Apu had to force himself to suppress this impulse, knowing very well that it would be a humiliation for himself to do so.

He can't beat Christian, what can he do?

At that time, in order to protect his little lover, maybe it was himself who was pinched and exploded.

Moreover, the fact that he was cuckolded may also make all the clergy of the entire Goddess of Dawn Church know about it, and that is really a loss of face.

In this short period of time, countless thoughts appeared in Apu's mind, and in the end, they could only turn into a long breath, and in the next second, Apu took a step towards the residence of the Great Holy Maiden outside the Papal Palace.

Even if he wasn't an opponent, he had to let Ron and Christian know his attitude.

He wanted to see what shameless the dog man and woman could do at the headquarters of the Holy Dawn Goddess Church.

……

On the other side, just outside the cabin, Ron waited quietly.

He wasn't in a hurry.

In fact, although he felt that it was unlikely that he could completely break free from the shackles, Ron was also curious to know how far he could go in breaking free with Christian and Arianna's strength.

Just, waiting, waiting, Ron's brow furrowed.

The magic fluctuations coming from the hut became more and more chaotic.

The magic fluctuations directly reflect Christian's current mental state, which means that Christian's consciousness is now in an extreme disorder, which is not a good sign in any case.

However, intruding may also cause unpredictable effects, and in this special situation, Ron does not dare to act rashly.

Inside the hut, Christian's condition was obviously very bad, her body was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her long golden hair was flying behind her back like a tassel, and dark brown clouds were constantly squirming around Christian's body.

Filled with a strange and evil aura of decay, it was slowly spreading, centered on Christian's location, and a large area around his body, the wooden floor, was full of signs of decay.

Her body seemed to be under some strong stimulus, involuntarily pulsing, twitching, trembling, the head of the mantis was slightly raised, and there was obviously no other existence on the slender and white jade-like neck, but a strange strangulation mark appeared.

Nale marks, as if it had completely interrupted Christian's ability to breathe, made Christie's ability to jump almost to the lowest point, not to mention, just on Christian's chest, two arms, and a pair of thighs, all of them were deeply sunken strangulation marks.

The strangulation marks were still slowly wriggling, as if Christian's body was crawling with vicious vipers.

Call...... Hertz......

Suddenly, something strange came from Christian's throat, and it didn't look like a normal human at all, but more like some kind of terrifying beast.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

The originally golden eyeballs had turned scarlet at some point, and two red blood beads rolled down the corners of Christian's eyes.

In the depths of those eyes, there was a sea of corpses piled up.

The killing intent was unprecedentedly strong, and it seemed to turn Christian's surroundings into a scarlet color.

In Christian's spiritual space, her consciousness seemed to be in some kind of terrifying battlefield, and in all directions, there were swarming figures, either writhing strange limbs or brandishing sharp knives in their hands, like countless beasts, constantly launching wave after wave of attacks on Christian.

Christian, on the other hand, stood on a mountain made of countless corpses and bones, raising the magic wand in his hand, and wielding powerful magic in front of him.

Every time a bolt of magic appears, countless corpses can be created on the ground.

The blood came together and turned into an endless ocean.

Broken limbs floated on the surface of the sea, twisted souls wriggling their bodies and screaming in sharp pain.

It was a hellish horror picture, Christian didn't know how long he had been killing, he seemed to have become a machine that never knew how to be tired, and there was also magic in her body that could not be used up no matter how much she squandered it.

The endless killing, which brought inexplicable pleasure, mixed with the blood mist floating in mid-air, constantly stimulated Christian's consciousness and soul, making the Great Saintess more and more crazy.

It was as if she had been completely immersed in this bloodshed.

This is a trial that belongs exclusively to Christian.

The moment Christian tried to break free from something that was bound to her, her consciousness was already caught up in the chaos.

At first, Christian even tried to break free from this hallucinatory scene, but at some point, Christian had forgotten her original purpose, and the pleasure of wanton killing overwhelmed everything, and the blood was about to dye her into a brutal executioner.

Christian has even forgotten what exactly is real and what is illusionary.

Just behind Christian, a whirlpool had even quietly emerged, and a large amount of blood mist floating in mid-air surged towards the whirlpool as if it had been stimulated by some kind of stimulus.

Even the twisted souls floating on the surface of the sea of blood let out a sharp hiss, surging towards the whirlpool, and just after devouring a large amount of blood and souls, the whirlpool quickly began to expand, becoming larger and larger, like a erected coat of arms, standing behind Christian.

In the next moment, twisted, gray-black shadows suddenly stretched out from the whirlpool.

These strange things, like slime-covered tentacles, and translucent twisted palms, silently stretched from behind, wrapping around Christian's body, and the Great Sage, who had already been caught in the slaughter, was completely unaware of the movement behind her.

Strange tentacles and twisted claws dragged Christian's consciousness, trying to drag Christian's soul completely into the abyss that could never be awakened.

(End of chapter)