The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 102 No.30 Act Seven. Confessions

When Elandel woke up, she found herself in boundless darkness.

She tried to move her hands and feet, but she was tightly bound by steel chains and could not move. There seemed to be something weird in this area. Ellander couldn't drive her own power. Now she is like a woman who has lost her source. The puppet of the thread cannot move.

Suddenly, she thought of what she had just seen.

The former companion turned into an indescribable monster, and the young man he had always admired was the culprit. Ellander felt dizzy, and various complicated emotions came to his heart, and he couldn't help but let out a soft cry of pain.

"Are you awake?"

A familiar voice came, which used to be the voice that Ellander yearned for, but now, it was a voice that he hated to the bone.

"Pachel Bell. You are not Pachel Bell!!?"

Elander couldn't perceive the existence of others, she was like a helpless little girl at this time, she could only rely on words to give herself courage.

"No, no, I'm Pachelbel Odysseus, the man you are familiar with, Irandall."

As he spoke, the other party snapped his fingers.

For a moment, Eilandel felt a strong light pouring into her eyes. Her nose began to smell a pungent smell, and her vision returned to normal. Only all her power was left, which was still sealed and unable to be used.

Some kind of sensory occlusion, she thought to herself.

At this time, Ellander realized that he was tightly tied to a cross. The surrounding scene seemed to be a hall, and the light of the bloody moon shone down, making the whole environment glow with a strange light.

If she guessed correctly, this place should be the tallest tower of the Byron Weiss Cathedral. During the year, only when the new year is approaching, the bishop will come here to pray and pray to the goddess for a whole year. Safety.

"There is still some time, and it seems too wasteful to just wait."

Pachelbel was sitting on the bench opposite Ellander, resting his chin on one hand, his originally elegant face showed a bit of evil under the moonlight at this time, a smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, and he continued.

"If this were in the legendary stories we read in the past, now would be the time for the so-called 'Villain's Confessions.'"

He joked, but Erandall's expression didn't change at all.

"What did you do to Pachelbel?"

She questioned, the young man in front of her was obviously far from what she knew, and she suspected that it was a cultist pretending to disturb people's hearts.

"I'm Pachelbel, poor Irandall, do you want me to repeat all the vows I made in the past before confirming it?"

Pachelbel spread his hands helplessly, he was still wearing the priest's robe, but he showed a feeling of horror in another sense.

"you"

Ellander was at a loss for words for a moment, the vows she made with Pachelbel should only be known to the two of them, but in her heart, she held a trace of luck.

"But having said that, what about the Pachelbel you are familiar with?"

Pachelbel stood up, approached Erandall step by step, and gently lifted her chin.

"Mature? Steady? Gentle? Byron Weiss, a once-in-a-century gifted pastor?"

"Pooh!"

Erandall spat, but stopped less than an inch away from Pachelbel's face.

"Magic Barrier, Bronze Step. When are you?"

This is exactly the embodiment of the magic barrier, and Erlander was a little surprised. Originally, Pachelbel showed only the strength of the upper reaches of the black iron. Could it be that he has been hiding his strength?

"Let's talk about Pachelbel, my love Randall."

He smiled slightly, and then, Ellender felt a headache, and a hazy scene appeared in her mind.

It was a well-dressed nobleman who lingered among the flowers and willows and made an oath to the goddess, but when the other party came to him with a big belly, he looked indifferent and kicked the woman out of the house.

"This is my parents, a very common combination of an aristocrat and a woman."

Pachelbel's voice came from nowhere, it was extremely flat, as if he was talking about the dishes for dinner.

"My mother died of dystocia when giving birth to me. For a woman, giving birth is too stupid."

Erandall saw a thin boy being bullied and beaten by a group of children, but he could only hug his head and cry.

"When I was five years old, I was kicked out by the snobbish bustard. I wandered for a few months before entering the orphanage. At that time, I really thought I had been saved."

The scene in front of Elander's eyes turned into a picture of the little boy entering the orphanage and meeting other people including herself. It was so warm and sweet that it made her nose sore.

"But it turns out the world is far less malicious than that."

Once the painting style changed, the original pink picture immediately became gloomy and cold.

The rich businessman who opened the orphanage came here, and after scanning around the orphans, he asked the director to take Pachelbel, who was only ten years old, away. He thought he was a young man who had received an award, but he was brought to the bed of the rich businessman.

An ugly and dirty scene appeared in front of my eyes, the rich businessman's wretched smile, the dean waiting indifferently outside the door, and the teenager begging for mercy and crying.

Erandall tried to close her eyes, but the picture that directly appeared in her mind could not allow her to refuse.

"Those five years were more terrifying than nightmares. Almost every month, I would be treated like this. I thought about resisting, but it would only result in beatings with invisible wounds. They would even take other people's lives. Threats, I can only endure in silence."

For the first time, there were emotional fluctuations in Pachelbel's voice. It was the pent-up anger, the hatred that was about to explode, and the extremely suppressed pain.

"But everything turned around when I was 13 years old."

Pachelbel hid an experience, but directly jumped to a scene that shocked Erandel.

It was a rich businessman whose lower body was bloody and bloody, and he fell to the ground in horror and died. It was the panic-stricken dean kneeling on the ground clutching his blood gushing throat. It was the scene of a flame gradually igniting and engulfing the entire orphanage.

"I killed those two despicable guys and burned down the entire orphanage in order not to arouse the suspicion of others. Although I sacrificed in this process, I protected the rest of the people from suffering the same thing again. treatment."

Ellander was dumbfounded. The guy she had always hated turned out to be the person she had always loved deeply. This huge shock made her unbearable. The belief and revenge that had supported her for a long time collapsed at this moment.

Ellander seemed to hear the sound of something fragile in her heart shattering. She was like a machine missing an important gear and stopped working for a while.

"...Huh? It seems that some restless guy broke in and was able to defeat Solal. I'm afraid there should be only a handful of them in Byron Wesley."

Caressing the cheeks of Ellander whose eyes had lost all focus, Pachelbel sensed that an uninvited visitor had entered the hall of the Byron Weiss Cathedral. Several figures flashed in his mind, but then he shook his head again.

"It doesn't matter, Joseph has long been waiting in the hall. Although he has been at odds with Solar all year round, he is one of my highest masterpieces, and he must be able to make contributions to the coming of the true god."

　This chapter is the rudder master plus changes. Xiaomu is not Xiaomu and is also a great god that the author Ji met in the game area. The new work League of Legends Zhengsheng is also being serialized. Readers who are interested in League of Legends e-sports articles can read it

　　
　
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