The game I played came true

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The sacred protective shield unfolded and Malhar was ejected.

This is the divine blessing that the Saint received when she was a baby: divine protection.

It deployed protection and was able to block the next attack, but it was unable to restore the injuries to the Holy Maiden's Mouthpiece.

The golden-white saint, with blood spurting from her mouth, showed no resistance.

The healing saint has no fighting power.

There was severe pain in the mouthpiece, and Malhar walked slowly over. Her face was still expressionless, but her body could no longer muster the strength and fell to her knees.

She waited quietly for her end.

Just like the corpse next to him at this moment, he was about to lie on the ground, no longer conscious.

If unconsciousness is imminent, so be it.

If you are going to be without thoughts, so be it.

If there is no future, so be it.

The saint is waiting for her own end.

Malha, the sage of curiosity, looked at the sacred protection seriously.

Of course, he could kill the saint after eliminating this protection, but that might attract the attention of the gods.

"It's not easy, Saint. You're a half-elf and you're actually noticed by the gods. Tsk, disgusting. You're a half-elf with no emotions."

Malhar's lips were split into three parts, and his voice was sharp and unpleasant.

He waited quietly, and after the duration of the holy protection disappeared, he released four wind blades simultaneously.

The wind blade slashed across the saint's body, only producing a sound of flesh being cut apart.

There was no howling or crying. The saint's arms and calves were all cut off on the ground.

She collapsed to the ground, her whole body twitching uncontrollably, like a skinned frog.Weak and twisted.

In the Demon King's Castle, there were only violent gasps and the occasional sound of vomiting blood.

The divine protection unfolds again. It is strong and dazzling, and no attack can penetrate it at once.

Malhar released a healing spell for the Saint, stopping the Saint's blood from spraying everywhere.

Divine Protection does not block healing spells.

It is "rigorous" and "reliable."

Half an hour later, it disappeared without any enemies.

Malhar rummaged through the storage bag, looking for the required materials.

He cannot kill the saint, but he can curse the saint.

Let the saint die at the hands of other monsters under a hidden curse.

It would be better to let the saint fall under the curse and the god to withdraw the blessing, then he can kill her directly.

Malhar cursed the saint.

Finally, she was thrown into the goblin lair.

The green-skinned goblins surrounded the saint.

They held sticks and beat the saint's body until a goblin hit the saint's head, and the holy guardian appeared again.

This time, it protected the saint firmly for half an hour.

The goblins were not harmed. They gathered more and more, attacking with sticks at close range, and throwing stones and potions at a distance.

The saint was knocked into the dirt.

The god, sensing something was wrong, cast his gaze.

He discovered the saint in the goblin lair.

She was so dirty at this time, soaked in pink liquid and surrounded by smelly green skin.

The god was disgusted and looked away. He stopped looking. He withdrew the blessing and punished the lucky Malhar with death.

The saint's face was expressionless with her eyes closed, her mind fell into deathly silence, her slightly pointed ears sank into the soil, and she stopped moving.

She has no hands, no legs, no mouthpiece, no vision, no self-control, and can only wait for the goblins to abuse her.

At this point, the saint came to her end.

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Within the Kiran Church, the Pope received the latest oracle.

He informed the king: "The devil is dead, but a new evil is about to be born. It will grow rapidly and will be extremely powerful in the future."

"It is sheltered and cannot be detected by the gods."

"We must summon new brave men immediately! And use the summoning technique of brave men from other worlds to use everything we can! Nip the danger in the cradle!"

The king calmly replied: "Calling new brave men, no problem, I will mobilize everyone."

"But summoning a brave man from another world is not necessary. It consumes a lot of resources. If the summoned brave man has average qualifications, it is better not to summon him."

The Pope looked at the King, and the King looked at the Pope.

Pope: "God's revelation, the hero summoned this time will be a sword hero who is unique among all."

The king nodded: "Then, I will bear half of the resource costs."

The Pope bowed his head and said: "God bless you."

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After the grand summoning ceremony, four figures appeared on the altar.

Two men and two women.

There are four brave men in another world, but Su Gao is not one of them.

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Su Gao squatted by the pit and looked at the women under the pit.

The woman below is wearing a dirty nun's uniform. The original color scheme was black, white, and gold, but now she is covered in mud, blood, and damage, and she cannot tell how noble she is. Beside her body are broken potion bottles thrown by goblins, most of which are pink. The liquid, looking at it now, made her feel a little shabby and dirty.

Apart from his clothes, his body was not in good shape either. He was missing arms and legs, leaving only his body and head.

The overall appearance looks a bit like Vengeance at first glance, but it has no horns on its head. If you look closely at its expression.

Poker face.

A bit like Aponia again.

She had white blond hair, dark red eyes, and an expressionless face. Her body was lying mutilated in the pit, as if she was not the one who was about to die.

Beside the pit were scattered goblin corpses, which emitted an unpleasant stench of blood and dirt.

As soon as Su Gao came to this world, he saw a group of goblins gathered together. You didn't need to look at them to know that they were either having a party or preparing to have a party.

I squeezed over to take a look, but the goblins were not very friendly. They rushed up and shouted to kill, and then they were killed.

His cloned body in this world has no spiritual power, but the physical quality he cultivated is still there. With over [-] attributes, he can easily crush Goblins with the highest attributes of ten.

After killing the goblins, I felt a little uncomfortable with the minced flesh and blood at first, but it quickly disappeared.

He was surprisingly adaptable to killing.

Staring at the woman under the pothole, her face was expressionless, as if she was not the one who was about to be abused just now.

With his expressionless face and only his body and head left, Su Gao felt a little bit in his heart.

Let’s be honest, there’s some PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder.

Su Gao has not forgotten that in "Catastrophe", Alice disguised herself as Sanwu and deceived and betrayed him.

After some hesitation, I decided to chat first.

"Hello, my name is Su Gao, what's your name?"

The saint didn't reply. She lay expressionless in the mud puddle, covered in dirt and traces of dried blood, and her face was covered in blood.

"Hello, can you hear me? Can you see me? Can you speak?"

The saint didn't reply. She lay expressionless in the mud puddle with dirty marks all over her body.

Su Gao chose to reach out and poke her. When there was no response, he simply picked her up.

Her body was covered in mud and blood, a little smelly, and dirty to hold, and her hands felt all sticky with chemicals.

Because she has no arms and legs, she feels like she is holding a toy.

The saint still didn't respond.

He shook her gently: "I'm talking, can you hear me? Do you want to follow me?"

The saint's slightly pointed ears moved, and she turned to the person who picked her up with her dull eyes, looking at him blankly.

Su Gao felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't like San Wu.

He now has some stress disorder due to the three non-attributes, and the lack of response in communication also makes him a little uncomfortable.

But he still endured the discomfort and asked: "Do you have any relatives or friends? How about I send you to their place?"

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Saintess Wushen's eyes were empty and dull, without any words or movements.

"Can you hear me? If possible, give me a reaction?"

Still no response.

The feeling of discomfort became worse and worse, and I was already very uncomfortable.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up her hand and shook it gently: "How about I take you back to find your relatives and friends? If you are willing to go with me, just move a little bit."

The saint heard it. She could understand the words of the man in front of her, but she didn't feel it. She didn't even think about it.There is nothing you want and nothing you don't want. Death doesn't matter if you don't understand it.

Heartless, speechless, and expressionless.

The saint didn't respond.

Su Gao put her back into the pit, turned around and left.

He didn't want to worry about it, the three attributes really made him feel uncomfortable.

Maybe there will be a gentle person who can heal her, take her on a journey of rescue without complaint, and use perseverance to touch this girl who cannot understand or express her feelings.

But Su Gao is not this kind of person. He is now more willing to follow his own heart. If it feels uncomfortable, then don't do it. If it feels pleasant, then do it.

There are not many shackles left on him, and he can do whatever he wants and do as he pleases.

Now he chooses: let go of his desire to help others and respect her fate.

After leaving the place of descent, Su Gao opened the panel and checked his personal attributes while walking.

Name: Su Gao

Age: 25

Occupation: Brave

Level: Lv3

Luck: 25 (fluctuating attribute)

Talent ①: Cultivation qualifications - unprecedented majority (clones, cannot be completely reproduced)

Talent ②: Combat talents - unprecedented majority (clone, cannot be completely reproduced)

Talent ③: Special talent-strong luck*most (constant luck value +15)

Talent ④: Physique-Unnamed*most (strong physical adaptability, no upper limit for physical growth has been found)