fallen devil

Chapter 278 No.20 Eight Acts of Plague III
Soon, the Sentinels saw the power beyond ordinary people.

The visitor approached the corpse monster at an extremely fast speed, and a light red light jumped on the short dagger. As the blade swung faster, the red light became brighter and brighter, like a flame.

Puff puff puff puff puff puff.

The slashing tore flesh and blood, splashing out light green liquid, the monster roared wildly and waved its arms, but there was no way to touch the figure.

"No discomfort at all."

The red lips under the long brown hair moved slightly, and the bright brown and black eyes reflected the ugly face of the monster. The monster was close at hand, and her delicate face remained unmoved.

Perhaps because she had suffered too much evil before, she couldn't help recalling the short days when she was imprisoned in the Black Wasteland Manor.

Dark, unknown, repulsive.

Fleeing all the way, avoiding the shadows, getting lost several times in the process of crossing the Taymo Mountains, but finally found this place.

"I didn't expect there to be monsters so far away."

Perhaps the Sunken Lord spread the shadow here. She suppressed the feeling of vomiting due to the power of the green figure.

"Naniya is no longer Naniya."

She said so silently in her heart, it was precisely because she was aware of the unknown danger that she decided not to return to Rogue's camp.

"Miss Amber..."

Some professionals are not worthy of trust. The former Luosuo Church is a lesson for the past. Her current goal is to find a way to connect with Westmarch's companions and find out what happened to her.

It's not too late to go to Amber again, she doesn't want to be a trouble herself.

Before that, it was not difficult for these ordinary people to solve the disaster in front of them. A large group of green mist and three mutated corpse monsters were not difficult for Naniya, whose strength was comparable to that of a super professional.

Yanquan, reciting the mantra silently, the red light around her hand began to converge, accompanied by a faint black breath.

The evil aura did not transform her into a fallen person, but it still had an impact on her body. These effects were reflected in the improvement of her abilities and physical fitness, as well as the changes in her skills.

Although it is a low-level skill [Flame Fist], only Lv3, it is enough to deal with these mutated monsters.

boom! !

The two daggers intertwined, and the expanding red light burst into flames, instantly submerging the body of the monster. The rolled up sparks burned its flesh and blood, and the left shoulder was partially reduced to scattered ashes.

At the same time that this monster was severely injured, the other two monsters rushed forward roaring, carrying two gusts of terror.

At the same time, Nania whispered impatiently, but it seemed to be the language of demons, so she ignored it.

Dragon tooth, strong elemental power surrounds her feet, this is a powerful assassin skill with instant destructive power, it is perfect to use at this moment.

The leg shadows were like lightning, and directly hit the faces and chins of the two corpse monsters, and the surging elemental power exploded the flesh and blood.

Obviously, the body of a monster that has not been refined by the breath of evil is insufficient in defense, and its head was easily smashed to pieces.

With two dull sounds, the monster's limp and swollen body fell down, emitting a foul stench.

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Even though the three mutated monsters were killed, the green mist did not dissipate. On the contrary, due to their death, more and more green liquid gushed out and turned into a dense and deadly mist.

Naniya even noticed that the professional clothes on her body, including the soil under her feet, began to melt.

Although she could breathe miraculously freely, others could not hold on. The thick mist swallowed up the surrounding flames and was about to threaten the lives of the sentries not far away.

Time is tight.

"There is no way to stop the fog from spreading, I have to get them out."

Naniya frowned. To the nearby towns, she was a mysterious and untrustworthy outsider. If those sentries could be saved by her, they might be exchanged for talking chips and certificates of good citizenship. s things.

If not, don't mind your own business.

Of course, it would be even better if the mist could be stopped, and she would be the hero saving the village and the town, just like before.

On the other side, the vision of the sentinels has been covered by rich green, and their bodies are sore as if they were bitten by ants, and their fear is ready to emerge.

At the same time, what puzzled them was that some past memories of hating someone and hating themselves became hallucinations around them, tormenting them almost insane.

The strong wind blew in, and the green in sight quickly faded, and the sentries were quickly thrown out, rolling on the gentle slope, panting with difficulty.

Several of them have lost consciousness, and only one can barely speak.

Even if the range of the mist was pulled out, the mist inhaled into the lungs was still eroding the inside of the body, and the ulceration of the exposed skin never stopped.

Naniya was not good at healing, so she turned her eyes away from the forest and swept heavily over the sentinels on the ground.

There is no cure, and the only one left is just dying.

"My God. Survive"

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and soon his pupils shrank.

"Cough cough, vomit vomit."

As the turbid yellow dirt was spit out, his pale complexion became strangely flushed, and his eyes brightened a lot.

There was a pair of women's boots in his blurry vision. He raised his head, but could not see the other person's face clearly.

Only the slightly husky but pleasant voice was clear, speaking in Canduran.

"You're dying."

Naniya spoke concisely, with a very calm expression.

She has seen this kind of thing too much, and, after experiencing the changes in the black wasteland, her emotions have become more restrained.

"I know, I know, can you tell me what it is?"

Lowering his head very sadly, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the vague companions around him, and tears flowed down naturally.

Perhaps it was sadness, but more because he was afraid of his own mutation.

"A plague."

Naniya's eyes flickered, and she said softly, "Maybe it was made by a demon. Not only you, but also the nearby towns and villages will suffer."

"Why are you okay? Are you a wizard, a mage, a holy official?"

Facing this question, Naniya pondered for a while, then replied: "I am a professional."

Tell a lie that doesn't count as a lie.

Being a professional is not the reason why she is immune to the green mist, but it is understandable that she is indeed a professional.

"Oh paper... oh thank you."

The broken internal organs were mixed with blood clots, and he vomited out all at once, panting with difficulty, like a drowning person, "We will all become monsters before that"

it goes without saying.

The atmosphere fell into a subtle silence, and the struggle and groaning of the sentry at the feet became weaker and weaker.

Naniya narrowed her eyes and squeezed the dagger tightly in her hand.

Just beheading their heads won't stop these sentinels from turning into monsters, only smashing their bodies will do.

Or wait until they swell into monsters before delivering the fatal blow.

Every option is against her spirit.
She didn't know if she should heed the sentry's pleas, even though she had to kill him, either before or after turning into a monster.

No matter which angle you look at this matter from.
What an abominable fate!

It seemed to be mocking the chivalry she had always served, which made her extremely humiliated, angry, and disgusted.

"The Lord of Perdition"

She bit her silver teeth slightly and muttered a certain name, but the movements in her hands did not stop. Red light surrounded her, and the temperature around her slowly increased.

(End of this chapter)