League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"It's already noon and you haven't come out yet?"

"Dong dong dong... dong dong dong... Kane? Kane, please open the door?"

"Why no response?"

"Kane? Are you okay? No, something must have happened to Kane. Uncle Fern, just knock on the door!"

"Kelly, this door..."

"Brother Kane told me that he wanted to drink milk this morning... Could it be that he died again?"

"Pah! What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you like your father? Get downstairs! I'll deal with you later!"

"Uh wow wow..."

"Uncle Fern, you're so strong, I'm sure this won't be a problem for you."

"Okay, then I'll be hit..."

"Bang! Bang! This door is so hard."

"Use all your energy tonight! If I can't drive you away, don't get into my bed!"

"Ahhhhh!! Bang!"

"So much blood!"

"Kane! Kane! Why are you crying? Wuwu..."

The dark world ushered in a sad rain, and a ray of dawn broke through the silent night.

"I can't die..."

Opening his eyes in confusion, Kane's blurred vision gradually became clearer.

In front of him was a pretty, crying face. Kane subconsciously caressed it gently, just like comforting the crying girl in his arms in his previous life.

"Sister Kelly, I'm fine, don't cry like a kitten...Aunt Jessica, Uncle Fern..."

Kelly smiled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, holding the comforting right hand with both hands, feeling a little reassured.

The handsome middle-aged man with curly brown hair, wearing a peaked cap, frowned worriedly.

"Kane, are you sick again?"

Before Kane could respond to Fern, Jessica who was standing aside slapped Fern on his peaked cap. The plump body under the thin lavender skirt trembled, making Kane feel a little shaken. faint.

"Can you speak? Stand aside!"

Seeing Uncle Fern standing at attention against the wall with a grimace on his face like a primary school boy, Kane finally understood why his brother Fries liked to stand against the wall every time after being beaten.

It belongs to the same line.

After getting rid of her husband, Jessica's fierce face instantly softened. It was obvious that twenty years ago she was also a beautiful woman who was so enchanting that she wouldn't pay for her life. She just didn't know what Aunt Jessica was interested in besides that face. Uncle Fern.

"Kane, just wake up. Tell Auntie what you want to eat and Auntie will cook it for you."

For the moment, he couldn't remember what 'Kane' liked to eat, so Kane could only tentatively speak.

"Just do what you are best at, Auntie."

"Good boy! You have more courage than me!"

Vern, who was standing against the wall, gave Kane a thumbs up, which made Kane a little confused.

"Okay! Just stop saying a few words... Then Kane, you can have a good rest, and Kelly, you can take care of your brother here."

"Okay Aunt Jessica."

Pulling Fern out of the room furiously, Jessica took the car keys and left the church, deciding to go to the seafood market to prepare the ingredients herself.

Fern and Sero placed the body in the basement.

Kane and Kelly were the only ones left in the room. Looking at the dried blood on the corner of Kane's mouth, Kelly smiled with difficulty, stood up and walked out.

"I'm going to prepare a hot towel. Kane, you have to lie down and wait for me to come back. Do you understand?"

Looking at the church's unique brown wooden cross-patterned ceiling, Kane smiled to himself and slowly closed his eyes.

"Compared to this, a house is nothing..."

…

In the dark and cramped basement, the head of a ferocious ghoul rolled aside, and streams of green corrosive poisonous gas emitted from the headless corpse.

The human's severed arm was still gurgling with blood, but bright red blood flowers bloomed on the expensive murals of the Church of Order, rendering a romantic blood color to the white and holy sky in the murals.

The cold light like the silver moon flashed, and the double-edged cross-slotted rapier popped out of the silver cane was like an elf flying under the moon, taking away a puff of fishy green and highly corrosive blood.

The moment he drove the ghoul away, Herage's cold and strong expression did not change at all, but his left hand pointed at the short bald man with a frightened face with an afterimage.

"Heretical trial, accusation, curse to kill others, verdict, execution on the spot."

"Bypass me! Please, Lord Inquisitor! Bypass me! That old fellow Herrit coerced me! He ran away! I can help you find him!"

"Demon-breaking protection, penetration."

"I know where he is hiding! I kowtow to you! I'm still a virgin!"

Ignoring the bald cursed warlock who begged for mercy, Herage, wearing a black priest robe, was like a piece of eternal ice.

The grilled blue revolver [Azure Snow Frost] engraved with exquisite snowflake gun patterns on his right hand emits a dazzling white light. When the trigger is pulled, the bright silver magic-breaking bullet explodes the head of the ghoul blocking the gun line, and then penetrates the head of the ghoul located in the gun line. After the ghoul, Nantes chest with a look of fear on his face.

The ghoul hit by the demon-breaking bullet began to spontaneously combust in frost-blue flames, also igniting the entire basement.

Picking up the enchanted bag from Nante's waist, Herage, who was in the flames, once again raised the enchanted revolver in front of Nante's fearful face.

"Bang!"

The head exploded, staining the old man's priest's robe.

"Let you bully my grandson..."

…

A taxi pulled up at the Lister Street townhouse complex in the city of Celephis as a fire broke out in a single-family house in the suburb.

A beautiful blonde woman helped an old man in a luxurious suit to slowly get out of the taxi. The trembling old man took out his wallet and paid 60 soles. The driver reluctantly took a last look at the blonde beauty, then stepped on the accelerator and the taxi left quickly.

The two soon arrived at No. 141 List, opened the iron gate of the outer courtyard with the key, and the old and the young walked into the villa under the gossiping eyes of the crowd.

The hostess of the adjacent No. 140 villa looked at her strange neighbor in confusion and closed the curtains of the bedroom.

As soon as the door of the villa was closed, the blonde beauty who was standing and walking before instantly fell to the ground and supported her body with her limbs to carry the old man.

Putting all his weight on the woman, the old man spoke weakly.

"Shirley, take me to the blood pool."

The woman carried the old man to the basement without saying a word. After the old man got off her body and walked into the circular bath, the woman stood up and walked to the side room of the basement.

Pushing open the door, a foul smell of excrement hit her face.

The lights were turned on, the chains clattered, and the side room that looked like a livestock pen suddenly emitted a series of humming sounds.

The beautiful woman's mouth curled up into a touching smile.

More than a dozen people whose hands and feet were locked by iron chains in the small compartments and whose mouths were stuffed with straw-like gags whimpered in despair and fear, just like livestock waiting for the butcher's knife in the livestock pen.

The half-meter-high liquid food bucket was already empty. Disgusting dead flies were stuck everywhere in the open liquid food bucket, and live flies comfortably laid eggs on the rotten sores of living people, causing large holes in the skin where white bones could be seen.

The white maggots squirmed around, gnawing on the minced meat and absorbing the nutrients for their growth.

Even though the liquid food bucket was so disgusting, the rice porridge that was enough to ensure that more than a dozen people would not starve to death for two days had already been drunk up by the straw.

The nausea of ​​swallowing a live fly with vibrating wings still echoed in his mind. His lips, dry and peeling, trembled twice. The weak Picor opened his eyes, but saw the culprit who imprisoned him.

His tears had dried up, and he could do nothing but despair.

He thought he would die in this dark place, but he didn't expect to see him alive again.

He saw this green-skinned monster in the skin of a beautiful woman, and saw an out-and-out demon.

Then, the smiling demon untied the wall lock that bound him, pulled the iron chain and led him out of the corral, like a gentle shepherd.

‘Is it finally time to be free? ’

Looking at the kind old man sitting naked in the empty swimming pool, Picor smiled and saw the end of his life.

The sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh and blood rang out, and the cheerful sound of water splashed in his ears, and Picor's dull eyes were relieved a little more.

Under Kelly's tough service, the blood-stained sheets had been changed, and Kelly took Kane's dirty body into the bathroom and wiped it halfway. The reason why it was said halfway was that when she wiped a certain place, the pure girl in the nun's robe ran out of the bathroom with a red face, and the whole person seemed to be a cooked red shrimp.

"My heart beats too fast, it doesn't seem like she is just shy... It seems that Sister Kelly's thoughts about me are not simple."

I don't know if it was affected by the remaining original consciousness, but Kane, who came to this conclusion, felt much better.

After wiping it casually, Kane walked out of the bathroom and changed into a set of priest clothes neatly.

"Thump, thump..."

Kelly, who had just made up her mind and ran away like a deer, ran back to the third floor again, but found that Kane had even put on his clothes, so she had to force herself to forget the decision she had just made.

"Kane...Aunt Jessica has prepared the meal. Do you want me to serve it to you?"

"No, I'll go downstairs to eat, Sister Kelly."

Shaking his head with a smile, Kane flexed his non-existent biceps in Kelly's somewhat worried eyes, and made a relaxed pose of being healthy.

"Pfft...Kane, where do you have muscles? You can only grow muscles if you eat more."

Seeing Kelly's expression of unable to hold back laughter, Kane also laughed.

The two went directly to the first floor. Jessica took off her apron in front of her, holding the unopened canned food box, and greeted the two people who came downstairs to take a seat in the helpless (gloating) eyes of Fern and Freese.

"Sardines, tuna, sand eel, dogfish, cod, herring... I have been looking for herring for a long time, but they are all sold out in the seafood market. In the end, I couldn't find any, so I had to use canned herring as a substitute.

Sit down, Kane. I'll wait for you to take a seat. Stargazing pie is my specialty. It cost a lot this time. You are weak, so you should eat more."

"Stargazing pie?"

The smile gradually stiffened. Kane turned his neck in a hollow manner, looking at the five fish heads with bare faces facing the sky and eyes wide open. His heartbeat gradually calmed down.

He seemed to see his future.

Then,

Jessica pried open the can of herring and picked out a relatively 'complete' herring head with a fork in the strong stench like a stinky ditch.

The empty dead fish eyes were placed by Jessica on the soft audience seats as the sixth enthusiastic audience member looking up at the stars, which had a festive meaning of white flowers blooming and hundreds of schools competing for the dead.

In a trance, Kane saw a surge of resentment coming towards him, and the slightly opened fish mouth kept opening and closing to curse himself, and the six pairs of dead fish eyes turned into a life-seeking shadow, constantly attacking his soul.

"Aunt Jessica... I... I feel a little..."

Another wave of malice towards life came to his nose. Facing the impact that was enough to wash away his soul, Kane's vision went dark and he fell directly into Kelly's arms next to him.

"Kane!!!"

Jessica was stunned and sighed helplessly.

"Kelly, please send Kane back to the room first. He is too weak now and probably doesn't have a good appetite. I will make some soup for him in the evening to recuperate him."

After sending Kane and Kelly away, Jessica looked at the two father and son who had stood up and were about to slip away. The father and son froze.

"Jessica, I...I have a stomachache and I need to go to the toilet."

"Mom, I still haven't memorized passages from the Holy Book. I have to memorize them quickly."

Ignoring the pleading looks of her husband and son, Jessica half lowered her head and smiled kindly.

"My husband, my good son, I don't think you will waste precious food like this, right? This is what I am lucky enough to do..."

Fern and Fries looked at each other in despair, nodded with tears in their eyes, and picked up the knife and fork resignedly...

"yue!"

"Ugh!"

"yueee!!"

"Ugh!!"

"yueeee!!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Listening to the unexaggerated sound of eating coming from downstairs,

Kelly, who covered Kane with the quilt, hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth and decided to go down. However, before she could stand up from the bed, the unconscious Kane gently held her hand.

"Kane?"

Kane, who was unconscious, naturally had no response. Kelly sighed and lowered her eyes slightly.

Fingertips passed by, and the wooden door that had lost its bolts turned and turned, leaning gently on the scarred door frame, enjoying a moment of tranquility...

…

North District of Celephes City, at the gate of the Church of Order branch.

The church guard with a serious expression and equipped with a gun and sword glanced coldly at the old man in dirty black robes who came towards him. However, his expression changed the moment he recognized the old man's identity. He stood at attention in reverence, his right hand clenched into a fist. chest.

"Lord Judge Herrag!"

"Um."

Nodding in response to the two young men at the door, Herage, holding a short silver staff, strode into the Church of Order's church.

As a first-level inquisitor recognized by France, Herage has the right to independently travel to any non-forbidden areas of the three major churches. The municipal heresy trial located in the branch of the Church of Order is naturally not included in the list of forbidden areas.

The old man quickly passed through the many guards and arrived at a relatively remote room on the third floor of the church.

Opening the door, Herage dropped the enchantment bag on Nanmu's desk.

The old Mediterranean man sitting on the boss's chair put down the pen in his hand and looked at the somewhat embarrassed Herage with a smile.