Chapter 84 Let’s go and kill people! (25,000)

Seeing Cecilia's appearance, Ron had a headache. He had already taken precautions in advance, trying not to let Cecilia bear all the stimulation at once, but the speed at which Cecilia turned dark still shocked Ron.

In the game, after learning the truth, Cecilia suffered a mental breakdown and was corrupted by the evil god.

In the real world, even Ron was affected. Crazy and incomprehensible mutterings and roars began to echo in his ears. The strange voices had extremely exaggerated penetrating power. Even though Ron had blocked his hearing at the first moment, the sounds still continued to echo in Ron's mind.

Resisting the impact of the mumbling, he looked at Cecilia beside him.

Her pretty face had been distorted to the extreme, beads of sweat were oozing from her forehead, and blood vessels were bulging.

Her body was sometimes tense, sometimes twitching, and the expression on her face was sometimes angry, sometimes sad, and sometimes a scornful smile.

Only his right arm, tightly gripping the bloody knife, remained unusually calm and motionless from beginning to end.

Deep in her pupils, there seemed to be countless lights and shadows overlapping, weaving into a strange pattern in the hazy light, like a scarlet X, like some strange emblem! Her body was also faintly shrouded in a layer of scarlet light.

The plot in the game is playing out in front of Ron.

Although they also heard some mysterious sounds, Cecilia was obviously more seriously contaminated than Ron, and a scarlet sheen was spreading on her originally black long hair.

With her slender and sexy body, she staggered forward step by step, with a strange smile on her face. She gently opened her bright red lips and sang a beautiful nursery rhyme.

But that crisp voice, coupled with Cecilia's current appearance, only made Ron feel creepy.

Taking a deep breath, Ron regained his composure. He took a step forward and grabbed Cecilia's shoulder with his right hand.

He made no attempt to awaken Cecilia with words.

He knew very well that any language would be pale and powerless when polluted and eroded.

There is only one way to save Cecilia, the Soul Ferry... Although there are still many secrets on the Soul Ferry, there is no doubt that it is Ron's territory.

The Soul Ferry has a mysterious power that even gods cannot easily set foot in. Once you enter the Soul Ferry, you can isolate Cecilia from the evil god's invasion.

But just when Ron's right hand landed on Cecilia's shoulder, a strange scene happened. The scarlet light that had almost enveloped Cecilia's entire body receded like a tide, as if it had sensed something.

Even the whispers in my ears disappeared.

This abnormality made Ron slightly stunned. That was the pollution of the evil god.

When did the evil god become so easy to talk to? Subconsciously, Ron raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a huge bronze throne stained with scarlet blood.

This strange feeling only lasted for a brief moment, perhaps not even a second, and Ron's consciousness had returned to normal.

It seemed as if the evil god that was polluting Cecilia gave him face and retreated on his own initiative.

But, he is just Ron, an ancient text scholar, a half-baked pastor, and a false prophet. Does he have such a big face?

Ron scratched his hair, confused.

However, Cecilia beside her shivered violently after the evil god's invasion subsided, and her pretty face turned pale in an instant.

She didn't know what had just happened. She seemed to have entered a very strange state. An indescribable sound echoed in her ears. Driven by this sound, her heart was filled with only a darkness and gloom as thick as blood plasma.

She just wanted to hear the sound of blood gushing and bones breaking, as if it was the most beautiful music in the world.

But now, the strange feeling faded, leaving only the fear that made her body cold.

With eyes wide open, Cecilia looked up at Ron with an expression that looked like she was about to cry: "Sir, I..."

Ron exhaled slowly, discarding the messy thoughts that had just arisen in his mind. He smiled at Cecilia and patted her head gently:

"I am responsible for everything."

The same voice, Cecilia couldn't bear it anymore, the betrayal of her boyfriend, the shattered expectations and hopes for many years, the fear of losing control in the blood, everything, all burst out at this moment, her thin shoulders kept shaking, she burst into tears like a little girl.

Ron smiled and gently stroked Cecilia's soft long hair, trying to bring some comfort to Cecilia: "It's okay, it's okay."

He wasn't very good at comforting people.

I always felt that he was not comforting a girl, but comforting an abandoned kitten.

Speaking of which... you can cry, but can you please stop shaking your hands? From the corner of Ron's eyes, he could even see the scarlet blood knife that Cecilia was holding tightly in her palm.

By the way, didn’t the evil god give him a favor and disappear on his own initiative? Why is this blood knife still there?

Could it be that Cecilia now has the same power as in the game, but not as crazy as in the game? Hey, don't move around, seriously, someone will die if you are not careful.

Ron's gaze slowly moved away from the girl in his arms and fell on Malte opposite. The man did not hear the noise at the corner of the street, or perhaps even if he heard it, he did not care much.

He just happily hugged his engaged fiancée, told her how perfect his new house was, and promised her that he would have a grand wedding in a few days.

Ron's eyes were somewhat cold.

He is worthy of being ranked 17th on the list of NPCs that players most want to kill in the game.

It's disgusting just standing there.

Malte and Ava have already entered the house, and the man wants to take his fiancée to see the interior decoration.

Cecilia in his arms seemed to have vented a lot of the emotions that had been accumulated in her chest. Although her shoulders were still shaking and her nose could be heard sniffling from time to time, at least she was no longer crying like a little girl.

She took a deep breath and left Ron's arms reluctantly. Ron was very gentle, but this gentleness was not an excuse for her to act recklessly.

Seeing the wet part of the priest's robe, Cecilia blushed: "I'm sorry, sir, your clothes..."

"Well..." Cecilia was interrupted by Ron before she could finish her words: "If Malte died in front of you now, would you still be sad?"

Cecilia was slightly stunned, then shook her head:

"I'm not so lowly as to be sad for someone who has been squeezing money from me and cheating on my feelings."

How strong the love was in the past, how deep the hatred is now!

This answer was clear and concise, worthy of the Bloody Nun.

As expected, it is an existence that can be watched by the evil god.

"So now, do you still want to kill him with your own hands?" Ron raised his eyebrows and asked again.

Cecilia's breathing stagnated slightly, and a hint of hesitation finally appeared on her face.

Before she was awakened by Ron, she seemed to be immersed in scarlet blood plasma, with only one thought left in her chest, that is... kill!

Kill all those who stand in your way, all the hateful things, leaving no one alive.

Even after being awakened by her husband, she still hated that man, and that would never change.

Ten years of deception.

Ten years of false happiness.

Ten years of expectations dashed.

A young girl was betrayed by the purest love of ten years.

Those who have not experienced it cannot possibly understand the torment Cecilia is going through. But Cecilia is slightly resistant to killing Marte.

Perhaps it was the influence of the church over the past ten years, or perhaps it was simply because she didn't want to dirty her hands. Most importantly, Cecilia knew very well that she was just a serving nun. She didn't have a high status or strong power. If she really killed Malte, would it cause trouble for the gentleman? Seeing Cecilia's complicated expression, Ron understood what she was thinking.

However, the resentment that is pent up in your heart must always be vented.

There's no reason for Cecilia to be the only girl to bear this suffering!

Ron stretched his arms and said, "Let's go."

"What are you going to do?"

"kill!"

Ron's tone was light.

It was as if this was not a problem at all, as casual as going out for a meal.

Ron took out the ironwood staff while thinking about all sorts of random things in his mind.

Ron likes this weapon more and more, but it's a pity that it is only in purple version. If it could be a golden legendary, Ron could probably use it for the rest of his life.

The staff weighing more than 80 kilograms turned lightly twice in Ron's palm, and then Ron threw it casually, and the ironwood staff flew towards the new house in front.

Boom! The iron and wood staff weighed more than 80 kilograms, plus Ron's strength, even if he didn't use all his strength, the impact was definitely not something that an ordinary brick wall could withstand.

The wall collapsed instantly and smoke and dust rose up.

Ron also took a step forward and headed forward.

Watching the gentleman's actions, Cecilia stood there in a daze, her eyes moist, she knew what the gentleman was going to do.

The husband is standing up for her and backing her up.

She is just a lowly serving nun...

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The status of serving nuns in the church is extremely low. Although they are nominally clergy, in the eyes of other nuns and priests, the existence of serving nuns is like a ball of filth that taints the purity of the church.

Insults behind the back, open exclusion, and even bullying are common.

Who would care about the feelings of a serving nun?

Who will do justice for the serving sisters? No one, never.

Gerald was a good man, but as an archbishop, he had too many things to deal with and it was impossible for him to focus on serving the nuns.

In the past ten years in the Church of the Dawn Goddess, Cecilia has become accustomed to being bullied and to accepting everything...

With blurry eyes, Cecilia bit her lips hard as she looked at her husband's back... For the first time in ten years, she felt the warmth of being cared for. She felt valued. It turned out that someone really cared about her.

She wanted to call her husband, as she didn't want him to get into unnecessary trouble because of her.

But Cecilia finally held back, she remembered what her husband said: I'll take care of everything.

Placing her little hand on her chest, Cecilia felt the throbbing in her chest and followed her husband silently.

From a distance, Ron could hear the chaos in the room.

"Oh God, what is going on?"

"Damn it, the house I just built..."

Following the hole made by the iron and wood staff, Ron entered Malte's new house. The flying dust had slowly settled down. Looking around, Ron had to admit that Malte was a man who knew how to enjoy life.

This brick house is decorated very luxuriously inside... at least, for this world.

The surrounding walls are painted snow-white.

The ground beneath your feet is even paved with stone slabs.

There is a soft sofa in the living room.

On the marble coffee table, there is a set of silver cups and tableware.

There is even a magic chandelier hanging on the ceiling that emits soft white light for a long time... That's right, it's not a kerosene lamp, but a magic lamp.

These are definitely not things that ordinary people are willing to enjoy. Their lives are truly luxurious.

His eyes scanned the room.

There were four people, and the petite girl named Ava subconsciously hid in the corner out of fear.

Two elderly people, probably Malte's parents, looked at the wall that was smashed through and the marble coffee table that was smashed into pieces by a black stick, with distressed faces.

As for Malte, he was furious in the middle of the hall, jumping up and down like a monkey.

At this moment, Malte finally noticed Ron's existence. The anger of the new house being destroyed made Malte almost completely lose his mind. He rushed towards Ron like a madman.

He didn't even notice the clergy robes on Ron.

The dirty claws went straight to Ron's neck: "Damn bastard, you destroyed my house..."

But Ron was faster and he grabbed one of Malte's fingers.

Break it gently.

Crunch.

Malte’s index finger was placed directly on the back of his hand.

Ahhhhhhhhh…

Ten fingers are connected to the heart!

It hurts…it hurts.

Malte desperately held his right hand in his arms, his body like a pathetic worm, falling to the ground, wriggling, twitching, and rolling.

The screams were more intense than ever before. The unbearable pain made Malte's face covered with beads of sweat. The sharp and hoarse voice almost blew the roof off.

Seeing Malte's fingers pressed against the back of his hand, the remaining three people in the room were also horrified. It was obviously Malte who was unlucky, but they seemed to have the illusion that their own fingers were also emitting waves of dull pain.

After a few brief seconds, Malte's parents finally reacted.

The middle-aged woman pounced on her son on the ground like crazy. Seeing Cecilia coming out from behind Ron, the woman seemed to understand something. She screamed like crazy: "Cecilia, it turns out to be you, a bitch. I knew that my son would be in trouble if he had anything to do with you."

Cecilia bit her lip. Although she had expected this, Malte's mother was completely different from before. She did not have the gentle and enthusiastic attitude she had before, which still made Cecilia feel strange.

Ron rubbed his forehead helplessly and looked at the woman on the ground: "Your son has deceived Cecilia for ten years..."

"How much money have you defrauded from Cecilia in the past ten years?"

The middle-aged woman's neck stiffened: "So what? This woman is stupid. It's just a little money. I cheated her for ten years, but you broke my son's fingers."

"He's just a child!"

Hiss! Ron gasped and leaned back subconsciously.

Looking at the middle-aged woman in front of him, he felt awe.

Whether it is on Earth or in this world, there are such people everywhere.

What a pity, this is not Earth!

The middle-aged man pointed at Ron with a trembling finger, his lips trembling: "You...you...you, who are you? You hurt my son for no reason. I'm going to report to the police. I'm going to sue you..."

Ron couldn't help laughing: "City Lord's Mansion, Seraphina is my woman."

"The Church of the Dawn Goddess, Bishop Virgil is my brother!"

"Sue me? Go ahead."

What is bullying? This is bullying.

The original Ron also hated this kind of behavior. After all, Malte and his parents were just ordinary people.

But now, seeing the dazed expressions on Malte's parents' faces, Ron felt a sense of relief.

This family made Ron feel more disgusted than Herman and Snow Philip.

Four thousand five hundred is sent here, and today's update is twenty-five thousand, which is good enough, right? That's all for today, and the extra chapters for the reward will start tomorrow. I'm going to have a meal first, sort out the extra chapters, and post them in the group at night.

Many thanks to the book friend 20201025174602424 for the reward of 1500 coins, many thanks to Xueyue Guhan and Jiulixian for the reward, many thanks for your support 　　 　 (end of this chapter)