Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

The person who claimed to be Lucas did not stay there for too long. He kept his hands spread out diagonally on both sides of his body and continued to slowly move forward until he reached the edge of the magic circle, where the "Princess" had stood before.

"Come on, kill me." He said again slowly and unquestionably, his tone more excited than the last time.

The diameter of the magic circle is about 6 meters. In other words, the distance between this "demon king" and Night Crow is only 3 meters at this time.

Quietly looking at this "demon king" who has gone crazy but not completely crazy, Night Crow sighed and said slowly: "I think, compared to life and death, we have a second way."

"The second way?" Lucas whispered to himself, his tone suddenly fierce, "Then let me kill you!"

The ominous black smoke around Lucas became thicker and thicker. They rolled violently and silently agitated, trying to break free from some invisible constraints.

——However, even at this point, Lucas still just stood there quietly and defenselessly, without making any practical moves.

"Either you kill me or I kill you, there is no third way." He reminded again indifferently.

"No, it exists." Night Crow answered firmly, and his confident expression gradually became fanatical, "Come, follow me to praise, the great and glorious truth!"

"..." At this moment, Lucas was a little hesitant.

"Don't be stunned! Do you still want to be liberated?!" Night Crow raised his voice a little, and his expression became more pious and fanatical, "Quick! Praise the great Lord with me! He will mercifully give you supreme glory and gospel!"

"Quick, recite with me! The great and glorious truth!" Night Crow urged.

"..." Lucas hesitated for a moment, and finally the desire for liberation overwhelmed everything.

——No matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?

Such a thought flashed through his confused mind.

So, Lucas really repeated Night Crow's "words of praise", his tone was blank and stiff:

"Great and glorious truth..."

"You are the order of the world!"

"You are the order of the world..."

"You are the everlasting light!"

"You are the everlasting light..."

"You are also the divine judgment!"

"You are also... woo!"

The ominous black smoke suddenly struggled violently, and Lucas bent down in pain, and his hands spread on both sides of his body subconsciously raised up, and his palms in tight black gloves tightly grasped the head hidden under the hood, and his ten fingers were so strong that they almost pierced into the skull.

Ignoring the hideous black smoke struggling to surge in front of him, Night Crow stared at Lucas, who was in increasing pain in the center of the smoke, and said loudly: "Keep going! You are only one short prayer away from complete liberation!"

"Woo... God... Holy... Gu Hu... Woo... The... Judgment... Woo... Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah——"

Accompanied by Lucas's shrill screams with repeated tones and sharp noises, the invisible black smoke condensed into substance, twisted into hideous and sharp irregular hard tentacles, fiercely stabbing at the Night Crow in the center of the magic circle.

The end of the hard tentacles was like a mutated slender mantis sickle, piercing the Night Crow in just an instant.

The hot golden-red blood sprayed and splashed on the dark and turbid tentacles, like cold water dripping into hot oil, like strong acid encountering strong alkali, the sacred and glorious power bloomed from the place where the two touched, exploding into small suns.

As a matter of course, all the tentacles that came into contact with the blood of the Night Crow shattered into pieces, and in the blink of an eye they were charred and vaporized in the scorching sun flames.

Lucas was still wailing in pain.

Unlike before, this time, there were many different voices howling along with him, one after another, like the most absurd and terrifying chorus of hell.

The shattered remains of the Day Angel fell from midair, hitting the ground covered with gorgeous tiles and painted with mysterious magic circles, making a loud and insignificant sound, which was so inconspicuous in the harsh background sound of the shrill howling.

At some point, Lucas's body was no longer in human form.

He fell to the ground, and his wide hood was about to fall off.

The "Princess" who was holding a giant staff tightly and holding up a translucent blue magic shield at some point saw this, her face changed, and she quickly reminded loudly, almost screaming: "Don't look--!"

However, her reminder was too late.

Previously, because the "Demon King" lost control, the "Monsters" fell into a madness that could not distinguish between friend and foe, and were killing each other meaninglessly.

——The princes and ministers were squatting on the ground, and the smart ones lay down on the ground. No monsters paid attention to them. As long as they were careful not to be stepped on, they became the safest place in the hall.

However, to ensure that he would not be stepped on by the monsters in the crazy melee, and to avoid being blocked by his colleagues who shared the same suffering, it was necessary to keep an eye on all directions and listen carefully.

The large black hood soon fell off as the "Demon King" struggled in pain.