After inheriting the magic house, I spoiled the villain

Chapter 143 The Wishing Tree Has Withered
The angel hiding under the rubble and sand trembled.

After they were captured, they had not been able to replenish their magic power for a long time, and could only become a fish with no attack power, at the mercy of others.

"Quick!" Erva showed no pity, and stabbed the spear precisely under the sand.

The blood stained a large area.

The angel struggled for a while, but stopped moving after a while.

How lucky they are.

Most of the angels were buried in the sand, and they didn't attack Gamma and Erva who were squatting beside them. Moreover, the battle was so small that it didn't even attract the attention of the other red hat goblins.

Two goblins picked apart the broken pottery rubble with their spears, and swept the sand away with their large wrinkled palms.

Erva seemed very happy: "We each have one wing, so we can just do business!"

"Be careful with them."

Gamma, who had always been taciturn, finally spoke.

It was a very hoarse voice, as if the throat had been scorched by fire.He had only heard such a voice when he was helping the police chase down the vicious criminals.

Just as Erva and Gamma tore off their angel wings and quickly fled back to the oasis, a group of goblins rushed over and grabbed them immediately.

Gamma and Erva swung their spears almost reflexively, and the goblin broke in two where the spears passed.

Even if it is broken in two, it can still survive for a short time.

Only the upper body of the goblin crawled towards them, and stretched out its hands with sharp claws towards the angel's wings.

Erva jumped and escaped the encirclement first.With injuries on his body, Gamma staggered a little behind, but he broke through the siege and returned to the oasis.

The goblin phalanx in the oasis already has a lot of empty spaces because of fighting each other.

And those goblins who returned empty-handed stood at the side of the phalanx, took up their weapons again, and cut off their heads.

A goblin without angel wings has no value in existence.

Instead of the leader doing it, it's better for them to solve it by themselves.

"You all got the wings?"

"Yes."

"I don't think so." Mira came to Gamma, snatched his booty, and held it up high, "I said, it needs to be complete! And your wing is missing, I will deal with you, or you Die by yourself?"

A goblin scratched and tore off a piece of it under the wing with its sharp claws.

"This is complete!" Gamma was not convinced, showing killing intent, and said, "The completeness is to reduce the number of survivors. This time, only 100 people can participate in the mission to kill the spirit tree. If If you only get a fragment of an angel's wing, the filtering effect will not be achieved. This piece of wing is complete, and no one came back with the remaining fragment!"

"I don't care. If you don't get the complete angel wings, you don't need to survive." The leader raised his knife.

Gamma's pupils dilated, her whole body glowed red, and she made a defensive posture.

If Mira dared to kill him, he would immediately choose to blew himself up here and die with him.

Erva took the two spears again and threw the angel wings on the ground: "There is still time, go, I will accompany you in again! Kill!"

Gamma looked at him and took the spear: "Kill!"

The two rushed into the ruins.

There were only fifty angels, and many angel wings were torn to pieces when the goblins fought over them.

Not only are there not many left, there are many goblins lurking in the shadows, eyeing anyone who gets the angel wings.

"This is an elimination system. As long as we survive to the end, even if we don't get the angel wings, we can survive."

"Yes." Gamma stopped in her tracks, clenched her spear fist.

"Gamma?" Erva seemed to sense something, and subconsciously turned around.

puff--

The sound of a spear piercing a body.

After pulling it out, blood splashed into Gamma's eyes.

The entire field of view is red.

Every red hat is a slaughterer who regards death as home, and mechanical slaughter does not need feelings, nor does it need brothers.

Even if it is needed temporarily, it is for oneself to survive.

But now, he could choose to kill Erva and let himself survive.

Who said that when there is no battle, there will be no killing?
The battle with the angels of the holy world was over.If they couldn't win, they would be doomed to exterminate the clan. That's why they changed their previous crowd tactics and concentrated their resources among the hundred elites.

Gamma is such an existence, more bloody and brutal than other red hats.

No kindness, no love, no friendship.

This tribe only knows how to plunder resources, conquer, and kill.

They like to smear the enemy's blood all over their bodies and dye their clothes red.

Feng Xiaochi felt a pain in his chest.

She felt the heartache and sadness that Gamma had never felt, she could no longer cling to his body, and she was stripped from his body like a kite.

Her soul floated into the air in the dream.

Overlooking the land, here is the boundless desert, the edge of the magic continent, and the land of exile.Even the magic power of moonlight is so thin.

An unowned territory, without any use value, only the most humble and filthy creatures will live here.

wind, small, pond——

The hoarse and terrifying voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"--I found you."

"???!" Feng Xiaochi woke up with a start.

This dream seemed very long, but it was actually just the effort of her sitting on the sofa and nodding her head.

Almost instantly.

After she woke up from the dream, the little skull was still standing by the sofa, using leaves to sprinkle water on her face to cheer her up, and she didn't even finish that sentence.

Feng Xiaochi rolled off the sofa violently, crushing Xiaokulou.

At the same time, the wooden box on the round table suddenly exploded.

The magic sword floated up, the scabbard fell off automatically, and the tip of the sword quickly stabbed in her direction.

Feng Xiaochi held the little skull and jumped aside.

The magic sword sank into the sofa all of a sudden, emitting old cotton wool with a strange smell.

Skull: "My God, this sword is not a curse, but a tracking technique!"

"Tell me what to do!"

Feng Xiaochi ran desperately towards the back hall, the magic sword chased her, piercing a hole in her previous position like an embroidery needle from time to time.

The cattery, walls, and round tables were all punched out by the magic sword.

Feng Xiaochi fled into the back hall in a few steps and closed the door.The magic sword cut a big hole in the wall unexpectedly.

Little Skull yelled: "Hey Margaret!"

Feng Xiaochi: "Damn it, you have to climb the third floor!!"

When climbing the compound steps, the magic sword caught up with her and scraped hard on her thigh.

Fortunately, the magic sword would not turn after confirming the target, and plunged into the steps made of tree vines, leaving her with a little buffer time.

Feng Xiaochi didn't care about the wound, and rushed to the open-air garden, bleeding all over the place.

"Oh, why is the little store manager so embarrassed... Oh my God, look what bugs are chasing you, this is actually a cursed magic sword~" Margaret saw her from a distance, It waved its branches to greet her.

"Is there a way for you to catch and eat the magic sword?"

"Ahhh!" Margaret screamed, "be careful! It's flying over!"

Feng Xiaochi dodges.

The magic sword stabbed at Margaret, passing through the middle of the thick tree trunk.

Margaret withered like a squid whose spinal cord had been removed.

Feng Xiaochi was stunned.

(End of this chapter)