【The effect of the Blade of the Ruined King is that the healthier and stronger the target is, the greater the lethality of this sword.

Wayne threw it with all his strength, and the Blade of the Ruined King pierced into the priest’s mouth like an arrow.

The priest was now unharmed and in the healthiest and strongest state.

Similarly, the damage of the Blade of the Ruined King was also the maximum, full!

The dark green Blade of the Ruined King pierced into the black and soft upper jaw of the priest, and in an instant, the priest’s whole head jumped happily on his neck.

The trachea flew out immediately, like a flying mist snake.

The huge impact force instantly made the priest’s head explode like a watermelon.

Bang!

With a crisp explosion, a bloody rain fell on the entire choir choir.

The hot and large raindrops splashed all over the body of the plump nun with a mole on the wing of her nose.

Wayne closed his open palm, and the Blade of the Ruined King also had the consciousness of looking for its master and flew back automatically.

Moreover, the priest’s dirty blood was not stained at all.

The whole sword was still flowing with dark green light and dilapidated black air.

【The prompt sound of”Turning Corpses into Gold” spread beautifully in Wayne’s mind.

【You killed the vampire servant, the bat monster, the priest, and it has been converted into 100 silver coins! 】

100 silver coins will be directly credited to your account.

Wayne smiled indifferently. He could perform [Chaos Summoning] again. I wonder what he can draw this time.

He stood between the broken windows on the first floor of the church, feeling the crazy night wind whistling in.

The strong wind lifted the back of Wayne’s long black leather windbreaker.

It seemed to add a domineering temperament.

It seemed that Wayne was the real king of the night.

The rustling sound was very slight.

But Wayne caught it keenly in his ears, and he turned around suddenly.

He found that the empty space behind him, the warning table, and even the wooden spiral staircase were all full of hot nuns.

Among these beautiful nun faces with high noses, deep eye sockets, and flaming lips, there was also a face that was half pure and tender, half coquettish and star-like, hidden under the red hood.

It was Little Red Riding Hood.

They were all attracted by the priest’s sonic screams, and came downstairs, witnessing Wayne killing the priest who had mutated into a monster with one sword.

Seeing the nuns, even Little Red Riding Hood was witnessing him killing the priest.

Wayne smiled indifferently, but his voice was cold and emotionless:”I have no way to redeem him, I can only kill him and let him be free.”

The nuns, even Mona, did not speak.

They all grew up with the priest since they were young. The nun with a mole on the wing of her nose who was bitten to death by the priest was also a figure like the head nun in this church. She was their big sister.

Now the priest has turned into a monster and bit the big sister, the head nun, to death.

It was a heavy blow to these nuns.

There was only silence on the field.

Silent silence…

“You did the right thing!”

A voice came from the back of the crowd, seven parts queenly and three parts sweet loli.

The person who spoke was Little Red Riding Hood, her eyes were sharp, and she gave Wayne a supportive look.

Mona also spoke, her voice trembling a little, but the trembling voice soon became firm and firm:

“There’s nothing wrong with this! We should have considered whether the priest had been transformed by the vampires. After all, sisters disappear from the church every now and then, and we can’t blame it all on the werewolves who transform on full moon nights!”

“Yes, the priest has sucked dry countless sisters. Today, this hero has saved us again!”

“Not only did he kill the werewolf threat outside the church, but now he’s taken care of the monster priest inside us too!”

“Hero, a true hero!”………………………

Wayne listened to the charming voices of dozens of nuns, his expression unchanged.

He glanced at Mona, then at Little Red Riding Hood.

He suddenly felt an emotion he had never felt before. His killing was recognized by others, and his existence became more and more like the embodiment of justice…………………………….

Outside the church.

This ancient and evil forest seemed endless.

In the northernmost part of the forest, where even crows dared not approach, vampire bats hung upside down on the branches and slept.

This was the end of the forest, where a wide river was flowing endlessly.

However, this was a bloody river, poured with the blood of various creatures, forming a closed loop around a castle.

This closed bloody river surrounded an island.

The island was barren, and the corpses exposed on the surface had merged with the sand and rock layers in the weathering erosion.

Just like Quasimodo and Esmeralda, who had merged into one on the Eagle Mountain,”the oldest and most spectacular gallows in the kingdom” in Paris.

In the middle of the island was a Gothic castle, with an extremely strange and gloomy architectural style.

The pointed towers were like broken ribs, crowded together, piercing the sky at the top of the castle.

The entire castle was a mixture of rust and blood. Anyway, it was all dark red, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or iron.

Castle.

Basement.

A coffin inlaid with gold and silver, the lid of black walnut slowly opened, and a slightly angry voice floated out from inside.

It was a cold male voice:”Who killed my blood slave in the church?!”


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