Chapter 880: Devil (Part 2)

? "Holy, Paladin?"
Baron Sinatra stared blankly at the paladin who suddenly appeared in front of him. His fat body shivered and reacted violently.
"Come here! Protect me!!!"
The baron made a pig-like scream, and just seeing a paladin appeared in front of his own eyes, he was already afraid of this look...
It seems that he understands exactly what he has done and what the consequences will be!
"Baron Sinatra?"
Looking at the fat pig-like bald man in front of him, and looking at the room full of erosion, a touch of disgust flashed in Glush's eyes, gripping the sword in his hand.
The water drops dripped along the blade of the sword, along the hairline, along the edge of the armor, and there was no trace of blood on his body.
The maid lying on the bed tightened the quilt, full of fear, but Grush did not look at her half.
The paladin's gaze converged on the fat man, his face also covered with panic, sweating continuously on his body, shrinking in the corner of the big bed, the atmosphere did not dare to catch a breath.
Baron Sinatra's thick lips couldn't help but tremble. Hearing the paladin's soft call, he shook his head hurriedly, "No, no, not me, not me..."
Not even daring to admit his identity, after seeing the paladin, he shrunk into a ball. Such a guy, even a noble?
He knew that this world was rotten already, but after coming to this ancient kingdom, he refreshed his three views again and again. There is such a person. No wonder this country will decay and return.
"You seem to be Baron Sinatra..." Grush sighed and filled his melancholy.
He failed to bring any'justice' to the world. Since he embarked on what he thought was the'way of justice', he was accompanied by successive killings, because he could not bring justice and justice, so he gave this world, Only killing is given to people!
Combating violence with violence is not a good way, because it does not cure the symptoms, but unfortunately, he will only do so.
After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Glush opened his eyes, and his eyes were rekindled, and asked the fat pig-like noble: "Are you ready to die?"
……dead?
Suddenly he heard the word, and Baron Sinatra was stunned. In his concept, the meaning of the word represented was far away from him.
Because he is rich, because he is a noble, so he cannot die, he cannot die so quickly.
No, he won't die...and he doesn't want to die!
"Do not……"
Baron Sinatra shook his head blankly, but Grush was not asking questions, but declaring the outcome of the trial.
I saw that the paladin raised his left hand and pointed at himself. Baron Sinatra suddenly widened his eyes, subconsciously raised his hand to protect his face, and shouted miserably: "Ah!!!"
But nothing happened. When the belated servants arrived, the paladin stood outside the door of the room, and the maid constricted at the corner of the bed stared at his master.
In the eyes of everyone, Baron Sinatra had a crimson glow like blood, which is the sign of ‘evil’!
The legendary paladin said nothing, silently raised his long sword, and only the ugly noble was left in his eyes.
The servants stood stiffly and did not dare to move, fearing that they would die under the sword of this paladin like their masters-even if their masters are not yet dead!
"Ugh……"
They seemed to hear a sigh, and then a flower in front of them, the figure of the paladin disappeared in front of them.
"Come, slightly..."
Barely aware of the movement, Baron Sinatra just wanted to put his hands down to look at the situation, but suddenly, the paladin appeared in front of him, and then his chest hurt suddenly, and he rounded his eyes incredulously. .
The sword cut the baron's trachea, and blood poured into it, recoiling upward in the baron's subconscious breath, and pouring out of his throat.
Tasting the strong smell in his mouth, Baron Sinatra slowly lowered his head, and saw a long, gleaming sword in front of his chest—Grosh was not even willing to attach the Holy Light to the sword. The holy light kills this guy, it is insulting the holy light!
After seeing the blade, Baron Sinatra raised his head hard again, and his helpless falling hands supported the sword, as if to imprint this person who killed himself in his own soul.
"Come, slightly..."
The blood was flowing from the throat like a spring, and the vicious eyes were condensed on Grush's face, even if Baron Sinatra couldn't say a word, but he still wanted to say it!
--Curse you!
Grush silently pulled out the long sword [Chi Yang] inserted in this fat body, waved it out of thin air, throwing the blood entangled on the blade of the sword, and put it into the sheath.
Turning around, he jumped off this soft bed and looked around the room. In Glush's eyes, all the valuables here were bought with the blood and tears of countless people.
[Good and evil detection] may not be correct, but on the baron, he felt a very evil breath, the smell that was even more bad than the dung has been diffused in the air, lingering in front of his nose.
He doesn't like this country!
The paladin lowered his eyelids, sighed slightly, and raised his steps to leave the room.
The servants standing in the hallway outside the room saw the paladin even approaching their side, and immediately dispersed, lest a sword should be cut off.
The moment Grush stepped out the door, "Curse... Curse... You..."
He was stunned, and the desperate servants made trembling screams, and there was a voice mixed in these screams, coming from behind him.
Grouch Horan looked back, but saw another Baron Sinatra crawling out of the corpse. The chest was also bloody, and blood was pouring from the chest and throat.
"Curse you……"
The Baron Sinatra stared at him with a faint voice.
The next moment, this noble soul like a ghost began to deform!
"what!!!!!"
The screaming pierced through Grouch’s eardrums, and his eyes reflected the image of Baron Sinatra—the soul suddenly developed two long horns, and blood spewed from the suddenly bursting forehead. It disappeared in mid-air, and the skin quickly turned into a disgusting purple-black color, and strange and terrible lines grew from the chest wound and instantly spread all over the upper body.
Similar to the double horns, a thick tail grew out of the tail vertebrae, and his arms were covered with scale armor.
"What is... what?" Grush looked at the scene in shock.
None of the knowledge in his mind can tell him exactly what this scene represents.
He could detect the resentment and anger of this guy, and he looked like a demon, but wasn't the demon born only after his soul fell into the bottomless abyss?
Baron Sinatra’s mouth was drooling, mixed with blood, and his eyes were bleeding, and he looked terrible~EbookFREE.me~No matter what it is, this thing is evil!
"food……"
At this time, Glush heard the guy say the second sentence again.
He turned to look at the naked maid beside him, revealing endless longing in his eyes.
His attention had shifted away from Grush, looking at the maid, a hungry glory erupted in his eyes, "Food!"
"what!!!"
Seeing the monster reach out, the maid held her head tightly and screamed.
Grush cut before the sword-
Fall out!
Suddenly he turned his head to look, and saw that a giant red hand passing through the space held the monster's body and took it away from the main material plane.