This villain's style is crooked

As if he didn't hear what Lu Cha said, César bent down and stretched out his other hand:

"Miss An, be careful where you step."

Lucha didn't tease César any more, and took his arm without much interest.

It was almost enough to break the little villain's leg.

When César pushed open the door, Lucha saw a large expanse of striking white in the yard.

Each magician wears a white robe and a golden token representing the temple around his waist.

The crowd is headed by the God of Light.

The pope stood with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, behind the God of Light.

Wisps of golden light floated in the sky, criss-crossing and forming a net-like enchantment.

This is the magic circle laid down by the God of Light.

It can prevent Lucha and Cizer from escaping, and it can also protect the buildings of the temple from being destroyed by magic.

The God of Light looked at César mercifully:

"I have always believed that one day you will wake up and turn to the light."

"But I didn't expect that you became more and more depraved, and even hid your identity and entered the temple, brutally killing my followers."

"I can no longer forgive your crime."

Speaking of this, resentment flashed in the eyes of the God of Light.

The magicians were all present the night before.

But César stayed in the palace without any movement, and he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to reveal the identity of the other party.Gale novel

As a last resort, he killed his followers and planted them on César.

Although his strength had only recovered half, but with so many powerful light magicians around, it was enough to kill Cizer and An Lucha.

In order to maintain the image of kindness and tolerance, the God of Light still pretended to say:

"If you kneel down and repent now, and are willing to be sealed in the forest of death by me forever, I can forgive all your mistakes."

César just looked at Lucha.

The girl looked indifferent, showing no surprise.

As he thought, Miss An already knew his identity.

César's breathing became slightly short, and he fell into a strange excitement.

Miss An, what would you choose?

He smiled lowly, his dark blue pupils instantly turned into a rich black color.

Just as César's fingertips condensed a thin black mist, his collar suddenly tightened.

The moment he bent down, Lucha stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

The cold killing intent in César's eyes was instantly replaced by gentleness.

"Miss An, please wait a moment, I will solve them soon..."

The man's pleasant voice stopped suddenly.

The long sword gathered by the bright elements pierced through his chest fiercely.

And the hilt of the sword, which shone with soft golden light, was held in Lu Cha's hand.

César's head moved unconsciously, as if he didn't realize what happened.

Until Lu Cha raised his hand and drew out his long sword.

Blood sprayed in the air.

He fell limply to his knees.

The golden light remaining in the wound burned his flesh ragingly.

Obviously, Miss An's magic won't hurt him.

César raised his head in bewilderment.

The girl's lips became bright red because of being stained with a drop of his blood.

In the almond eyes like autumn water, there is the evil that he is most familiar with.

"Do you still believe in me as a god now?"

César's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Slowly using the hem of his clothes to wipe off the blood that dripped on his hands, and then hooked Lu Cha's fingers tremblingly.

He swallowed the blood gushing from his throat, carefully kissed the back of Lu Cha's hand, madness welled up in his eyes.

The affection that is no longer concealed, and the subtle resentment are intertwined, like huge waves, as if they want to smash the beautiful figure in front of them, and completely integrate with their own flesh and blood.

But César even took a sip of deer tea in revenge, afraid that she would hurt.

Completely, reluctant to kill her.

César rubbed his cheek against Lucha's fingertips obsessively, like a lost big dog, begging for his master's touch.

"I will always be your believer..."

"Whatever you want...I will give it to you..."

Last word.

César took Lucha's bright wrist holding the sword and pierced it into his chest again.

But his gaze was fixed on the girl with burning heat.

Miss An, you gave up on him.

next second.

César was knocked away by the golden light condensed in Lucha's palm, and fell like a broken butterfly in the most desolate corner of the yard.

The God of Light subconsciously wanted to check to see if César was dead, but was suddenly blocked by an invisible barrier.

At the same time, the drifting black mist turned into ropes, binding all the magicians behind him.

The Pope and the others seemed to be under control, standing in place with their heads bowed sluggishly.

The God of Light looked at Lucha in shock, surrounded by black mist and golden light:

"Are you not only a light mage, but also a dark mage?!"

Lu Cha lightly licked away the blood on her lips, and smiled openly: "Didn't you say that you want to forgive my sins?"

She hasn't killed a god yet!

Before the God of Light understood what Lu Cha meant, he saw an extremely thick golden beam of light descending from the sky, intending to destroy him in one fell swoop.

"Unbelievable!"

The God of Light quickly waved the staff in his hand, the staff, to disperse the golden light from the sky.

But at this moment, Lu Cha charged forward with a sword in hand.

The bright light that bloomed on his body was like the rising sun, mixed with a touch of red.

The God of Light shrank his pupils, and flew into the air to meet Lu Cha.

Two majestic and terrifying golden lights collided, causing the void to begin to distort.

Down below, the pope retreated secretly to a safe place, his palms covered with sweat.

According to what the saint said, he hid special magic props in the golden token and distributed them to each magician.

Once they encounter dark elements, they will automatically trigger the props, making them fall into a dream, creating the illusion that they are controlled by the saint, just to confuse the God of Light.

The Pope turned his head and looked into the distance.

After confirming that César had disappeared, he looked into the sky again.

The figures of the girl and the God of Light have been submerged by the light, and only the leaked berserk elements prove how fierce the fighting inside is.

The pope clasped his hands silently in prayer.

The saint must win!

Otherwise, the God of Light will definitely kill him, a traitor!

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The sun goes down.

But the temple was as bright as day.

The pope and other magicians had already been stunned and fell to the ground.

And the yard was in a mess, with dense golden light floating in it.

In the center of the courtyard, a deep pit appeared.

inside the pit.

Lu Cha was panting slightly, the right half of his face was bloody and bloody, his eyeball was shattered and he couldn't open it anymore.

A few strands of hair were scattered, stuck in the turned flesh, like hideous dead branches, clinging to her cheeks.

And the delicate and perfect left face was coated with a hazy and beautiful halo by the golden light.

Half dark, half light.

Lucha reluctantly stood up.

The wounds on her body were of different sizes, because of her movements, a stream of blood gushed out.

She scanned the surroundings quietly, looking for the trace of the God of Light.

The magic circle has not been broken, and the God of Light is still here.

Where did the dog hide?

Suddenly, chains glowing with golden light struck Lucha from all directions.

At the same time, the God of Light quietly appeared behind Lu Cha.

His injuries were more serious than Lu Cha's, half of his chest was gone, exposing the horrific white bones.

Looming, a beating fiery red heart.

The calf was also severed, and several thin shreds of meat were hanging from the wound.

Taking advantage of the chain to distract Lu Cha's attention, the God of Light seized the opportunity and grabbed her neck tightly from behind.

"go to hell!"

He has never been so embarrassed as today!

It's all because of An Lucha who doesn't know what to do!

Why take refuge in the damned darkness? !

The God of Light roared and condensed the flames of light, trying to burn the black-haired girl to death.

The cold dagger sank completely into the neck of the God of Light.