The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

The banshee raised her nose and sniffed at her.

"You have the breath of Moon Campbell on your body, but you don't smell blood. With your strength and your relationship with him, haven't you been able to take the opportunity to kill him?"

"He escaped."

Anna said,

"After all, he is the son of the duke, how can he be so easy to kill."

"Yes, it's a pity."

The banshee nodded, a trace of hatred and regret flashed in her eyes, no doubt about him.

At this moment, Anna has obviously been completely eroded by the snake disease, and has become the most devout believer in the moon.

If she misses, it just means bad luck, or Moon Campbell's identity is too tricky.

If he can pull a magic cannon in the city, who knows what else he can pull out.

"Well, it doesn't hurt too much. Anyway, after tonight, everything will come to an end, and Moon Campbell...is no exception."

The banshee raised her hand and shouted excitedly.

"The moon lives forever!"

There was also a look of fanaticism on Anna's face, and she responded softly: "The moon—eternal life."

"It's beautiful."

The banshee tilted her head and looked at the purple dress on Anna's body. The well-fitting dress fit her body curve perfectly, and it was so beautiful as it swayed.

"Is it because of this great moment that you dress up so well?"

"..."

Anna paused, "Naturally."

"Okay, go, the great moon... is waiting for you."

The banshee pointed her hand, and the surface of the pool of blood froze immediately, as calm as a red carpet.

Anna stepped on the red carpet, step by step towards the altar.

The believers stopped singing hymns, and prostrated themselves on the ground facing Anna, with respectful and fanatical expressions, wishing to kiss her toes, and fearing that they would blaspheme the noble heir.

Anna stood in the center of the altar, raised her head, and stared at the blue moon above the sky, as if she was deeply intoxicated by the enchanting moonlight.

"Then, let's begin." The Banshee ordered.

The filthy and frenzied hymn, like a demon, was played again.

The believers joined hands and sang wildly and desperately. Their already skinny bodies became thinner and thinner, but the light in their eyes became brighter.

The blood pool was turbulent, and the purest blood gradually floated up into the air, and was drawn into the deep space, where it was devoured by the invisible existence, feasting on it.

The moonlight became more and more clear.

Like the supreme Holy Spirit, shed light of benevolence towards the world.

The banshee watched this scene, as if countless strings were being plucked in her heart, she couldn't help but feel agitated.

at last.

at last.

at last.

The moment is coming, the great moon, will--

Click.

Then, amidst the frantic chant, the banshee heard a murmur.

So insignificant, yet so...clear.

Her fanatical expression suddenly froze.

Moving his gaze down, he found that the girl who had been staring at the blue moon just now lowered her head at some point, her face was no longer fanaticism and intoxication, but sorrow...and disgust.

She has always loathed the moon, never changed.

And with her bare hands flicking, crystal clear bottles and jars fell from her sleeves and smashed to pieces on the altar.

The noise comes from this.

The bottles and jars burst, and colorful smoke rose up, quickly diffused, and penetrated into the bodies of the believers who sang hymns.

Psalm, stop abruptly.

It turned into a scream of pain.

The believers who inhaled the smoke suddenly convulsed crazily, foul-smelling blood sprayed out from their mouths and noses continuously, and the highly toxic smoke corroded everything inside them in a short time.

Anna waved her hand again, and the long whip swept across, drawing those believers one by one into the pool of blood that devoured everything.

"Anna Capelin!"

The banshee's eyes were shattered, and she rushed towards Anna recklessly, swinging the full moon scimitar in her hand, no longer caring about her "noble status", and suddenly cut it off.

"Why? Why can you still maintain your own consciousness!"

The long whip turned around, resisting the scimitar.

But the pressure was so strong that Anna couldn't help but feel a little turbulent.

And the whispers and icy will that had been suppressed for a long time by the gem of tears of true love suddenly rolled back again, constantly hitting her spiritual defense.

Anna's face was slightly pale, she took a deep breath, and said softly:

"The witch always tries to curse this fate, doesn't she?"

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"The witch always tries to curse this fate, doesn't she?"

After the words fell, Anna's eyes shimmered.

Even the chanting was omitted this time, and a strong magical atmosphere gathered.

The scorching light condensed on her fingertips, and the extremely compressed explosion magic instantly ignited the smoke mixed with flammable debris.

The flames rose, and then there was a gust of wind howling in this semi-enclosed space, wrapped in fierce flames, and built a wall of flames that could burn all flesh and blood into ashes.

The few believers who did not fall into the blood pool were instantly swallowed by the flames, and burned into coke amidst miserable wailing, and the stench of burning flesh and blood was tangy.

"Damn!"

The banshee was temporarily forced back by the flames, and her face suddenly became ferocious.

She still has a lot of methods that she hasn't used, and she can clearly see Anna's state at a glance, and understands that as long as she puts a little more external pressure on her, her mental defense will collapse in an instant.

However, due to Anna's long-planned mental calculations and unintentional calculations, no matter how many methods she has, she can't use them. She can only let herself be pushed away by the flame waves, and then watch Anna flip her palm, and her magic power surges, and she slaps her palm to the ground.

She was going to destroy this altar!

"stop!"

The banshee roared, and the full moon scimitar in her hand cut out a icy cold light.

But it is already late.

Anna didn't care about the banshee's threatening attack at all, and let the blade light brush past her cheek.

Leaning down, press your palms to the altar.

There was no time to use any magic, no time to use any martial arts, no time to even use any props, only the magic power of the whole body gathered in the palm of the hand, gushing out in an instant.

But that's enough.

The ground shook violently.

A series of cracks, like a spider web, spread rapidly, and accompanied by the gushing of fighting energy, the altar, which was made of unknown stone, suddenly collapsed.

The smoke and dust filled the air. Anna stood among a pile of rubble and slowly got up.

The mysterious patterns engraved around the altar have all dimmed, and the blood that soared into the sky seemed to have lost the support of strength, and flowed back into the blood pool, and then the waves turned and returned to calm.

The goal was achieved, but Anna didn't show any joy on her face, she just lowered her eyes and sighed softly.

"ended."

The altar was destroyed, and the sacrificial ceremony of summoning the evil god could not proceed.

Although they don't know their purpose, but if such an important link is interrupted, the follow-up plan must also be broken accordingly.

Even if the scorpion disease can't be cured, I will eventually go to a dead end, but at least... I won't let anyone die because of me, will I?

That way, that's enough.

Anna raised her head, thinking that the banshee's angry attack should have arrived, and she killed herself just like that... It seems not bad.

I'm just a little sorry, junior, for saying that to you...

"It's over? What are you kidding?"

Anna's pupils shrank suddenly, and her heartbeat couldn't help but stagnate.

Because the banshee not only didn't attack, but just stood there like this, the anger and ferocity on her face had dissipated, and it turned into a banter like she just appreciated the futile struggle of ants.

"Don't you think that this can stop us and the plan of the great moon? Anna Capelin, you still underestimate yourself."

"Underestimate... myself?"

Anna frowned suspiciously, a little confused about the meaning of the banshee's words.

But at this moment, the banshee suddenly knelt down towards her respectfully.

"Great moon, the noble heir has been sent, please come down."

Heir?

What god heir?

And Advent?

The altar for summoning the evil god was destroyed by himself, how did he come?

Numerous questions flooded into Anna's mind, together with those lingering cold whispers, which made her head ache.

Only this beautiful moonlight can calm her turbulent heart, as if she can just... sleep forever.

and many more.

moonlight?

Obviously the ceremony has ended, where is the moonlight coming from?

Anna woke up suddenly, her beautiful eyes widened, and she suddenly raised her head.

For a moment, the body was cold.

As if all the blood had been pumped out, her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

Because above her head, a huge blue moon seemed to be inserted directly into this semi-enclosed space, almost occupying her entire field of vision.

The moon has actually come down.

And it's not the kind of weak power that relies on the summoning of sacrifices.

At this moment, what appeared in Anna's eyes was at least a complete projection!

"is that so?"

Countless thoughts emerged, and when Anna saw this blue moon, all the lines connected perfectly.

What is a god heir.

What is coming.

And what is the meaning of the phrase "you are the most important part of this plan" when the banshee forced herself to drink the evolution potion at the beginning.

pool of blood.

altar.