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Chapter 466 The Flame of Vengeance
"How do you prove that you are the real mastermind behind the scenes?"

Father Merlin's disappointment didn't shake Spike's expression, he just stared at him with slightly drooping blue eyes, and questioned him word by word.

"You haven't given up yet."

Shaking his head, he felt a little helpless at Spike's obsession.

The old priest looked at him, and said slowly: "Your wife had just taken a bath, and her body smelled of charcoal soap and lavender. Your daughter also just took a bath, and she smelled of strawberry cream. She was some kind of child. The scent of shampoo, after these scents become spirits, they become even more fresh in my memory."

"Your wife is very strong and has been protecting her daughter from the beginning to the end. I had to spend some energy on this, but you should be thankful that the whole process did not cause them too much pain..."

Following Father Merlin's description, Spike's originally calm expression began to change.

His breathing gradually became faster, and the fingers that touched the ring became more frequent.

Detective Zhou behind him could clearly feel the trembling of his shoulders.

Obviously, for Spike.

It is undoubtedly a huge torture to learn from the murderer what his wife and daughter looked like before they died.

"Okay, stop talking!"

Looking at Spike, whose mood gradually became unstable, Amanda quickly opened her mouth, pointed the gun at Father Merlin, and said sharply.

Frowning and stopping his description, the old priest looked at Spike.

"Now, do you still want to continue to confirm, Spike, about your daughter crying and crying before she died?"

These few words of Mo Lin undoubtedly stimulated Spike's already agitated emotions even more.

He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his emotions.

He reached out and pushed Agent Zhou's arm away from his shoulder, and walked towards the old priest's position step by step amidst the voices of Amanda and others.

"Whoo~"

He kept taking deep breaths, staring at the old face in front of him with slightly red eyes.

This existence that he trusted the most, now became the object of his hatred the most.

"Now, I'm right in front of you, Spike."

"Where is your revenge?"

Staring at the psychic with cloudy eyes, Father Merlin asked in an old and hoarse voice.

Facing the old priest's questioning, Spike watched him quietly, then reached out and took off the ring on his finger.

"This is my revenge."

As the ring on his hand was taken off, a fiery flame burst out from Spike's hand and quickly spread to his body, wrapped in the flames, Spike gave a silent answer, and the next moment the raging fire The raging fire rushed towards Father Mo Lin who was facing him as if he had life.

And instantly cover it.

"No, what is this..."

Wrapped in flames, the old priest let out a shrill scream.

As a spirit, he shouldn't be hurt so easily, but the flames released by Spike seem to have terrible power, no matter how the old priest struggles, these flames are always with him.

Soon under the raging fire, Father Merlin's appearance became scorched black. He staggered and walked towards Perlevit behind him surrounded by flames, and stretched out his charred arms, calling for help.

"Help me, President..."

Hearing the old priest's shout, Perlevit stretched out his dead wood-like arm and landed on him. At the same time, a large number of vines instantly wrapped around Father Merlin's body.

As the vines entangled, the flames wrapped around the old priest seemed to be suppressed.

boom--

However, in the next second, these suppressed flames seemed to make a huge roar, breaking through the vines wrapped around him again, and burning in a more violent way.

Even, these flames not only wrapped around Father Merlin's body, but also appeared on Perlevit's arm along these vines.

The arm like dead wood, like the best fuel, instantly formed a raging flame.At the same time, a smell of burning wood also appeared on the floor.Seeing the flames on his arm, Perlevit turned into a goat with a distorted expression on his demon face, stretched out his other arm and tore off the arm wrapped in flames without hesitation.

boom!
However, Perlevit's move not only failed to extinguish the flame, but made it a little more intense.Soon, the severed arm burned to most of his body.

As Perlevit was affected by the flames, the moss on the ground seemed to be affected, and it began to turn yellow and die quickly as if it had lost nutrients.

"what!"

Shrouded in flames, the old priest could no longer maintain his powerful posture. He struggled to run in front of Spike, knelt down on the ground with a staggering step, and asked with his mouth open and closed under his scorched face.

"What exactly is this flame? Why can't even the power of the demon god destroy it..."

Also wrapped in raging fire, the expression on Spike's face in the flames was extremely calm.

"The Ring of the Nibelung."

Looking down at the silver ring in his hand, Spike answered in an unusually calm tone.

"At the cost of burning life, form a blazing flame of revenge to kill the target, once the ring is taken off, it will die."

"You're crazy."

In the raging fire, the spirit of the old priest had been burnt by the flames of vengeance, leaving only a small part of his body. He twisted his neck with difficulty, and under his face that had been completely charred, there were two dark eye sockets where the eyes were originally. 'Look' to Spike in front of him, roaring in an extremely hoarse voice.

"...What good is this for you...even if you kill me...you will also die..."

"For me, revenge is the only motivation to live."

Looking at the miserable old priest in front of him, Spike's calm expression in the flames changed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face when he twitched the corners of his mouth.

"As long as I can complete revenge, even if it means sacrificing my life, I will not hesitate."

Under the raging fire, Father Molin obviously couldn't hold on for too long.

"I didn't expect that in the end I would die with such absurd revenge..."

When the flames of vengeance burned his neck, and his head hit the ground like a coke, the old priest opened and closed his mouth, his tone full of unwillingness.

"Almost, almost, I could see it."

"Darkness rises, what kind of world will that be, I really want to witness the arrival of all this with my own eyes."

(End of this chapter)