Chapter 18 officially grants you the position of 'fake'

Luo Mo subconsciously looked at the position of the voice, only to see Petticius appearing behind him at some point, followed by a group of unmoving black-robed believers.

Pettitius also looked at him, twisting his lips into his signature sinister smile, and then countless invisible hands erupted.

"Gah!"

"Wow!"

The guards felt something wrong in the air, but they couldn't figure out what was going on. They were all caught by invisible hands like eagles catching chickens, lifted into the air, and showed cruelty. the power of.

The cry before dying instantly resounded through the entire sky, the fragile human body was easily crushed, and hot blood 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 was hit by the unimaginable situation one after another, fled again in a group with screams of fear.

But this time, it was no longer Luo Mo who was chasing them, but the surging black shadow group, as well as the claw spreading from behind Petitius, and the golden trident blooming from Luo Mo's head. halberd

The town not far away was instantly devastated, and the fleeing people were powerless to resist the raid of the Witch Sect headed by Petitius. The exploding trident was like a missile, blasting the building and the people into pieces.

"—Aah! Sloth!! Sloth, Sloth, Sloth!! You can't be lazy! In order to sincerely repay that love, you must be diligent!!!"

While driving the invisible hand to destroy the surrounding buildings, Petitius walked past him while biting his fingertips and uttering the wild words that Luo Mo was used to, as if to remind him not to be lazy, and there will be laziness. The consequences are the same now.

However, Luo Mo didn't look at him, just looked at the devastated towns around him.

Nothing in this quaint town can survive the indiscriminate bombardment of the invisible hand and the matrix of halberds, all destroyed by forces beyond common sense.

Whether it is buildings or people, they are all easily played with and torn to shreds like catkins in the wind.

.............

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The battle situation was completely one-sided, and the Witch Cult dominated the battle situation in one breath. Within ten minutes of the holy sun, the only remaining rebels and the entire town were reduced to ruins.

What was displayed in front of Luo Mo was a cruel scene beyond what ordinary people could endure—the corpses piled up in mountains and the blood flowing into the river.

Walking in the ruins full of corpses, the burned corpse mountain mixed the smell of scorched flesh in the air. fishy smell.

The sunset in the west, the flames everywhere, and the blood under your feet, come together to make the world a shocking crimson color.

In Luo Mo's view, all this seems to be a mockery of him, whether it is his thoughts, dreams, actions, or his poor ability and childish thinking.

I understand that I have joined the Witch Sect and become a sin bishop. From my standpoint, I am already a bastard. Even if I am not the main criminal, I am an accomplice. How ridiculous.

Saying that he had no other way, he turned a blind eye to all tragedies, and was content with the position of not saving people but not killing people. He felt that saving two children was his limit, but his essence was not even hypocrisy, he was just a bitch. The son wants to set up the archway again.

I realized how hopeless I really was, and I even thought about dying. …

His power only needs to recognize his own death, then he will really die.

If he didn't want to experience that kind of pain again, he felt that it might be a kind of happiness to die and forget those pains, but he.... was not reconciled.

It doesn't matter if he dies with a knife, but now, no matter what reasons and difficulties the other party has, he will never forgive those who tortured and killed him.

This was the reason why he insisted on being resurrected again even though he understood that his weak self might be nailed to the cross again.

"Not bad, really good~ It's wonderful~ You finally have the eyes and consciousness that you should have as a sin bishop."

Applause came from the ears, accompanied by the excited voice of the girl, and the voice that seemed to be full of magic power was so sweet that it almost reached the lethal dose.

Pandora walked towards him while applauding, her tender but surprisingly beautiful face, and a blush that represented joy, excitement, or moving.

Even her breathing seemed to become cheerful, and the girl who was excited by the scene in front of her looked at him with a dazed look, and said with deep emotion: "I finally realized what it feels like to be a mother, you child, sure enough It can still be done."

"madman....."

"Ara? You look more like a lunatic than me?"

Seeing his blood-covered appearance, the girl who wasn't angry at all made a leisurely comment.

"...You're actually already here."

"Are you blaming me for not saving you?"

"No....I don't have that qualification."

"Well~ not bad, you are very good now~"

Pandora, who looked aloof everywhere, stretched out his hands to touch his face, with a charming smile:

"In view of your gratifying growth and awareness, and your will to persevere until the end without agreeing to death, I officially grant you the position of 'fake' in the name of a false witch... From now on, you will follow me and let me Let me take a good look at your future."

There was no refutation or agreement. He, who had no choice at all, just silently accepted the arrangement.

Then he followed Pandora for several years, from a child to a teenager.

And for him, this period of time was longer than the sum total of his life in the past.

In this turbulent world, as the biggest source of turmoil itself, Luo Mo, the cadre in it, has experienced countless murders and killings.

Especially in the first two years, he completely forgot who he was, and it was not until the fifth year that he finally returned to his normal state, and he recovered from the killing and being killed.

"...Will everyone become the person they hated the most?"

Sitting next to the corpse of the mercenary who came to seek revenge, Luo Mo said to himself, looking at the sunset that seemed like a ghost village. He was looking up to the sunset when he was young, but he could no longer recall the original self, what kind of mood was he looking forward to at this moment? The future that has already arrived.

The silver-haired girl, with an unchanging smile, hugged him tenderly from behind to look at him, and gently opened her cherry lips beside his ear:

"Although it goes against the original intention, it meets the needs of reality. Although the forms are different, this is just a kind of growth, and you have only really grown up."

"....I hate you."

"Ara? What a coincidence, I like you very much~"

Pandora smiled and narrowed her eyes and put her face on his face, but he could no longer feel any warmth from the girl's body and these words.