Villain from the Sect of Deadly Sins

“who?!”
The man who had just torn off the girl’s coat was startled and suddenly raised his head and looked back.
The girl with only her underwear left on her upper body grabbed the glass of the milk bottle next to her, took the opportunity to stab into the man’s stomach and pulled violently, directly disembowelling the man.
Amidst the man’s wailing, blood and intestines spilled directly from his belly, and sprinkled the girl on the ground all over her face, making the thin girl with chilblains on her face uncontrollably show a dazed expression for the warmth.
Luo Mo, who kicked in the door, was startled by the girl whose face was covered in blood, and the man who had his stomach ripped open.
But he still walked forward quickly, squatting in front of the girl who subconsciously looked over, still holding glass shards in her hand.
After a moment of hesitation, he took off his heavy coat and put it on the girl with only her underwear left:
“…Anyway, put on your clothes first, or you’ll be frozen.”
“Oh…you were…the little hooligan at that time?”
The girl who was still in a daze looked at him blankly, and recognized him as the person who wanted to tease her a few days ago, she immediately showed a bewildered expression, and subconsciously clenched the glass in her hand.
“Don’t get excited, don’t get excited, I’m not a bad person, it’s just… I don’t know what to say, but can you get rid of this dangerous thing first?”
“….What do you want to do?”
The girl’s face was full of obvious vigilance.
“Don’t do anything, I should be trying to help you now? Well… Anyway, it’s better for us to leave here first.”
For the girl whose nose was blue, face was swollen and the corners of her mouth were cracked, Luo Mo casually snatched away the piece of glass she was clenched tightly, and then leaned on the strong body of the ghost clan and directly hugged her up.
I don’t know if it should be considered an accident, but the girl’s lightness was beyond his imagination, and she was obviously in a state of severe malnutrition.
But just after finishing his beautiful words, the biting cold wind made him shiver again when he walked out of the shop door. The girl who was staring blankly at him seemed to say something, but he couldn’t hear clearly because he lost his coat and was too cold.
The cult base was too dangerous to take others with him, so he went to the hotel and opened a room to accommodate the girl. After hesitating for a while, he dropped his wallet and left the hotel. ..Front.
Just seeing the girl snuggling up against his coat, that intoxicated look made him unable to bear to go back, which made him almost freeze into a popsicle on the way back.
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Half a year passed in the blink of an eye during the difficult days at the Witch Cult.
Luo Mo left early from the Northern Holy Kingdom and was dispatched everywhere as if traveling around the world.
At the age of ten…about a year after coming to the Witch Cult, because she did not grow up to Pandora’s expectations, she was sent directly to the Holy Phrakian Empire in the south of the Qinlong Kingdom.
And this country has only recently allowed the priest of lust to break through the city of Gekula, the fortress city, and killed the imperial hero eight-armed Kurgan. The anti-witch’s strength is unprecedented.
But Luo Mo, who has just arrived and has no one to communicate with, doesn’t know this. In order to collect negative energy, he actively participates in the activities of the Witch Cult, and brings his younger brother to play the role of boss as usual to sow hatred.
Of course, he is actually just bullying men and women, because he doesn’t have any big goals. He just wants to eat and wait for death to become stronger in stability. However…his lazy thoughts and peaceful daily life, but one night was completely shattered.
Chapter Seventeen Prayer Does Not Call Miracles
“–kill!!”
“—Destroy the Witch Cult!!”
“—Kill them all!!”
………
It happened without warning.
Before the sky in the east even turned white, the superimposed shouts of killing from all directions woke Luo Mo up from his dream.
But before he could get up in the future, the wall where he lived had already been smashed open, and he didn’t have time to become a ghost amidst the smoke and dust in the sky, and he lost consciousness the next moment.
When he woke up again, he found that he was tied to a cross with more than a dozen believers, and there was a group of cheering onlookers below.
Subconsciously, he tried to distance himself from the Witch Cult, but he found that his mouth was blocked.
The other party also seemed to know that he was a ghost, and cast a spell on him so that he could not transform into a ghost, and even his body became extremely weak.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t break free from the chains that bound his whole body. He could only watch helplessly as the executioner came forward, took a big iron nail and pointed the pointed end at his palm, and swung the hammer mercilessly. smashed down.
“—Whoa!?!”
The severe pain in the palm of his hand swept towards him, and the bright red liquid splashed in the air, but he could only let out a muffled moan.
The surrounding crowd couldn’t stop cheering loudly, which made the executioner excitedly continue to execute the evil bishop, and smashed down the second nail.
The unbearable pain almost made him pass out, but as the leader, he was different from others, and he was given magic that could not make him unconscious and doubled the pain.
A large stone was hung under his feet, causing the wound on his palm to be constantly pulled by the double weight of his body and the stone.
Because the wound on the palm is not enough to cause blood loss in a short timeHe died from too much, but the pain tortured him all the time, and even made him unable to breathe normally.
Every second was an experience that surpassed death, which made him almost go crazy when he was too conscious.
The remaining rationality made him unable to help fantasizing that under normal circumstances, there should be a reliable companion to save him from the fire and water.
But the next moment when this thought came to him, he couldn’t help but let out a dull and miserable smile.
Because he has been completely like a hooligan this year, even if Ramrem sees him, he will definitely treat him as if he doesn’t know each other. There is no such thing as a reliable companion.
All he has are enemies who hate him, enemies who are about to hate him, or people who take advantage of each other.
The system’s indifference also made him understand that he is really not an indispensable existence, but just an attempt by God. Of course it’s good to succeed, but it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t succeed.
In this pain that every second is enough to make people mad, and every second is far better than conventional death, he once prayed that someone would come to save him, but he gave up this innocence the next moment this fantasy appeared, and only hoped that he could save himself. Die a second earlier.
But… cheap impromptu prayers did not conjure miracles.
The moment he appeared in this world, he knew that he had to make a change, but he didn’t take real action for a long time. He just hoped for a stable transformation but didn’t realize that the transformation itself cannot be stable, and the real transformation cannot be without injury.
Fascinated by the ease in front of him, he forgot that without the protection of others, he would not be guarded by the rules if he didn’t follow the rules. In such a world, even living is a luxury.
Endless remorse filled his mind, and despair filled his heart. On the cross, he couldn’t help but feel sad for his laziness and stupidity, and just like this, he experienced regret through the difficult minutes and seconds.
The next day, the sky was already dark, and the cold rain fell drop by drop, splashing mercilessly on his face, but with his mouth still blocked, he couldn’t even drink a drop of water.
On the third day, the relentless scorching sun scorched his skin. Flies flew to his infected and festered wounds, seeming to be sucking blood and laying eggs on the wounds. His senses had been enhanced but he couldn’t pass out. He was in pain. Itchy and nauseous.
In the simple and cruel crucifixion, the stronger the endurance, the longer the torture time, and he who had been strengthened to some extent did not die until the fourth day.
The corpse was quickly piled up with firewood, ready to burn him into a charred corpse, but at this moment…the corpse disappeared.
“What about people?”
“The body is gone??”
“Obviously he should be dead!”
“Who stole the body…?”
People who came to admire the death of the villain looked around for the body that should have been completely dead but found nothing.
But suddenly…they found out in the crowd that the man in the black cassock appeared in the crowd, just like the one who was taken to the execution ground at the beginning.
“No, not dead?!”
“how is this possible!!”
“Why can I still stand! And the wound on my hand…?!”
“That’s just, you… read it wrong?”
As if coming from hell, a cold whisper with a strong smell of blood emerged from the crowd.
Luo Mo, who has lost the former spirit in the pupils of the cross, but has bright red magic horns on his forehead, under the eyes of people who are so shocked that they can’t be more shocked, his hands have built two cross swords from nothing to projecting materialization, stabbing straight into the bodies of the two people beside him.
“—Run, run away!”
“——Help…Help!!”
Shocked and even terrified by the resurgence of the dead, the panicked people even forgot to resist, and fled in all directions.
On the other hand, Luo Mo swung his double blades selflessly like crazy, slashing people around who had no fighting intentions at all, letting the hot blood soak his whole body, like a wild beast that lost its mind, or a demon returning from hell .
The tip of the blade had become blunt in the blood-stained slaughter, and he himself fell on top of the dead body he had killed as people fled in all directions.
The smell of blood ruthlessly filled this space, and the stench of internal organs irritated his nasal cavity, but he forgot all of this, and just stared blankly at his blood-stained hands.
In the past, he never imagined that he would have such a day, no matter whether he was executed on a cross or his hands were covered with blood.
Anger, remorse, sadness, hatred—all kinds of negative feelings toward himself and others all conspired to darken and cloud his eyes.
At this time, the people who had already fled in the distance turned back again, and brought a group of heavily armed guards with them.
“Come on, come on!”
“That guy is resurrected!”
“Turn him back…”
………
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
When the crowd regained their courage because of the appearance of the guards, they stopped and shouted that they wanted to see the guards destroy the demons…a voice with a strong sense of presence suddenly came from behind Luo Mo.
Chapter 18 Officially bestowing you with the position of ‘Fashion’
Luo Mo subconsciously looked at the position of the voice, and saw that Petichius had appeared behind him at some point, followed by a group of motionless black-robed believers.
Petichius also looked at him, twisted his lips and showed a signature sinister smile, and then countless invisible hands erupted.
“Gah!”
“Wow!”
The guards felt that something was wrong in the air, but they couldn’t figure out what it was, and they all died.It was caught by an invisible hand like an eagle catching a chick, lifted into the air, and displayed brutal strength.
The mournful cry before dying instantly resounded throughout the sky, the fragile human body was easily crushed, and hot blood was splashed on the ground.
“What, what happened?!”
“I don’t know…what the hell…”
The remaining people were bathed in the blood of their companions, and Liushenwuzhu, who had been hit by successive unimaginable situations, fled collectively again amidst the screams of fear.
But this time it was no longer Luo Mo who chased them, but the surging black shadow group, the demon palm spreading from behind Petichius, and the golden trident blooming from Luo Mo’s head halberd
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