Chapter 290 Christian's Trial (1)

In an instant, Apu's expression became as gloomy as iron.

His body couldn't even control the shiver that broke out. Ron, that damn bastard, went to look for his wife right away when he entered the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn for the first time on the second day after entering Adams.

I know that there is an affair between you two dogs, but are you really so impatient that you can't even bear such a short time? You have Princess Agnes by your side, isn't that enough?

Even want to break into the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn to hang out?

This damn bastard, is he really that interested in other people's wives? Because of Virgil's words, Apu felt that his head was full of green. He was originally laughing at Holt, the unlucky guy, but now he suddenly found that he was not much better than Holt.

In a split second, the rage in his chest made Apu want to rush over, expose the true identities of this couple in public, and then crush Ron's bastard head with one hand.

But soon, Apu had to force himself to suppress this impulse, because he knew that going forward would simply be courting humiliation.

He couldn't beat Christian, what else could he do? By then, in order to protect his lover, he might end up getting his head crushed.

Moreover, the fact that he was cuckolded would probably be known to all the clergy in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and that would be a real loss of face.

During this short period of time, countless thoughts emerged in Apu's mind, which eventually turned into a long breath. The next second, Apu took a step and walked towards the residence of the Great Saint outside the Pope's Palace.

Even though he was not his opponent, he had to let Ron and Christian know his attitude.

He wanted to see what kind of shameless things this pair of dogs could do in the headquarters of the holy Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

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On the other side, just outside the cabin, Ron was still waiting quietly.

He is not in a hurry.

In fact, although he felt that it was unlikely to completely break free from the shackles, Ron was also very curious. He wondered how far Christian and Arianna could go in breaking free from the chains with their strength.

However, as he waited, Ron's brows began to frown.

The magical fluctuations emanating from the hut became more and more chaotic.

The fluctuations of magic power directly reflect Christian’s current mental state, which means that Christian’s consciousness is now in extreme disorder. This is not a good sign in any way.

However, barging in rashly might cause unpredictable consequences. Under such special circumstances, Ron did not dare to act rashly.

Inside the cabin, Christian's condition was obviously very bad. She sat cross-legged on the ground, her long golden hair flying behind her like tassels. Dark brown mist surrounded Christian's body, constantly wriggling.

A weird and evil smell of decay was slowly spreading, with Christian's location as the center. A large area around his body and the wooden floor were covered with signs of decay.

Her body seemed to be under some strong stimulation. It was moving, twitching, and shaking involuntarily. Her head was slightly raised, and there was a strange mark of strangulation on her slender, white neck, although there was nothing else on it.

The marks from the strangulation seemed to have completely cut off Christian's ability to breathe and caused his heart rate to drop to almost the lowest point. That was not all. There were also deep marks from the strangulation on Christian's chest, arms, and thighs.

The marks from the strangulations were still wriggling slowly, as if ferocious poisonous snakes were crawling all over Christian's body.

Huh… Huh…

Suddenly, a strange sound came from Christian's throat. The sound did not sound like that made by a normal human being. It was more like that made by some terrifying beast.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

The originally golden eyeballs had turned scarlet at some point, and two bright red blood beads rolled down the corners of Christian's eyes.

Deep in those eyes, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The murderous intent was stronger than ever before, and it seemed to turn everything around Christian into a scarlet color.

In Christian's spiritual space, her consciousness seemed to be in some kind of terrible battlefield. Figures swarmed everywhere from all directions. They were twisting their limbs in strange ways, or waving sharp knives in their hands. They were like countless wild beasts, constantly launching wave after wave of attacks on Christian.

Christian stood on a mountain made of countless corpses and bones, raising the magic wand in his hand and casting powerful magic freely in front of him.

Every time a spell appears, it will immediately create countless corpses on the ground.

The blood gathered together and turned into an endless ocean.

The broken limbs floated on the sea, and the twisted soul squirmed its body at will, making sharp and painful screams.

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It was a scene as horrifying as hell. Christian didn't know how long he had been killing. It was as if he had turned into a machine that would never get tired. There was magic power in her body that could never be exhausted no matter how she squandered it. She cast forbidden spells again and again, and cast them to her heart's content.

The endless killing brought an inexplicable pleasure, which mixed with the blood mist floating in the air, constantly stimulated Christian's consciousness and soul, making this great saint become more and more crazy.

She seemed to be completely immersed in this blood and unable to extricate herself.

This is a trial that belongs only to Christian.

The moment Christiane tried to break free of something that was restraining her, her consciousness was already drawn into this chaos.

At the beginning, Christian even tried to break free from this illusion-like scene, but she didn't know when Christian had forgotten her original purpose. The pleasure of wanton killing overwhelmed everything, and the blood was about to turn her into a brutal executioner.

Christian has even forgotten what is real and what is an illusion.

Right behind Christian, a whirlpool appeared silently, and a large amount of blood mist floating in the air, as if stimulated by something, swarmed into the whirlpool.

Even the twisted souls floating on the surface of the sea of ​​blood let out sharp screams and rushed towards the whirlpool. After swallowing a large amount of blood and souls, the whirlpool quickly began to expand, becoming bigger and bigger, like an upright emblem, standing behind Christian.

The next moment, twisted, gray-black shadows suddenly stretched out from the vortex.

These strange things, like tentacles covered with mucus or translucent twisted palms, extended silently from behind and wrapped around Christian's body. The Great Saint, who had already been immersed in the massacre, was completely unaware of the movement behind her.

The strange tentacles and twisted claws dragged Christian's consciousness, trying to drag Christian's soul completely into the abyss from which he would never wake up.

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