Chapter 322: Crazy Elise

As Kieran's magic circle shined more and more, the detached time power contained in it began to warp Elise's time.
Her body was gradually depleted, towards the end of dryness. However, she was still immersed in what Kieran said just now, without the slightest will to resist.
Thoughts fluttered, Elise thought of many past events before she died.
Once, she was also a human being. At that time, she was not called Elise, she had a name that represented hope and beauty. It's just that from when, her body appeared strange, and the huge spider ghost made her in fear and panic for a while.
The villagers in the village where she once lived thought she was a monster and kept chasing her. Although she tried her best to explain to them, they were forced to commit suicide.
When she woke up again, she came to a gloomy island shrouded in shadows all year round. The island is full of demons and undead, as well as all kinds of strange creatures.
One of the demons named Thresh bewitched her, saying that she was a demon just like them, and that her name was Elise. At the time, she was only sixteen years old and fled the island in horror, and sailed into the sea in a flat boat.
She wanted to return to the village she loved, but she came to Noxus by accident. She was always depressed under the fear of spider phantoms, and coupled with the loneliness of living in a foreign country, she was no longer as cheerful as before.
Walking alone on an unfamiliar ground without anyone caring. Penniless and homeless, she huddled up on dirty street corners when she was sleepy. When she was hungry, she went to the hotel to beg for food or searched for leftovers in the garbage dump.
In Noxus, she saw many dark sides of human beings different from her hometown. There were frequent bloodsheds between people because of a trivial benefit, and her heart, which was always shrouded in spider phantoms, became more restless.
"monster……"
"Is she a monster?"
"Monster!"
"Mom, that person is terrible!"
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Everyone who has seen her is saying that she is a monster, but she always comforts herself that she is not.
The days of wandering were very hard, and her dresses were already in tatters. The words of those monsters lingered in her heart like a curse, shaking her faith.
Sometimes she just wants someone to say that she is not a monster. How good would it be? She is obviously still a person, why do some people always say that she is a monster?
Maybe God pityed her. In a rainy weather, an elderly pastor took in her hungry and cold.
The old priest placed her in his church, taught her some weird dogmas, and always warned her not to do bad things, but to be good.
At first, she wondered why the old priest taught her this way, but then she realized that he also regarded her as a demon, so she took her in and let her do less evil.
She hadn't done evil in the first place, but she had to listen to the teachings of the old pastor every day, and her mood was worse than when she was wandering.
Over time, she grew tired of the old priest's nagging. She began to stuff herself in the room and didn't want to go out.
The kind-hearted old pastor just put the prepared meals at her door every day, and did not force her to continue listening to his prayers.
It wasn't until one day that she in the room didn't wait for the old priest's meal, and she walked out of the room that hadn't been out for a long time.
As soon as she left the room and walked into the church from the backyard of the church, she saw a group of Noxian poor praying for the old priest.
It turned out that the old pastor passed away last night because of his old age and infirmity. She felt a little guilty in her heart. After all, the old pastor had saved her benefactor, but she had done nothing for him and was tired of his teaching.
To her surprise, the old pastor left a suicide note, saying that if he died of old age, she would let her inherit his church and help the poor in his place.
Full of gratitude to the old pastor, she readily accepted and replaced the old pastor as the pastor here, praying for those who encounter difficulties in life and comforting the poor.
But she endures the fear brought by the spider ghost every day, who can comfort her? And every time she goes out, someone will always look at her with strange eyes, saying that she is a monster.
The nightmare of the spider phantom became more and more frequent, and her spirit was on the verge of collapse, but she still had to smile every day to welcome those who came to seek comfort.
Feelings of resentment began to grow, and her body and mind gradually twisted. Even she was often awakened from dreams by the appearance of herself becoming a devil, and she was relieved until she confirmed in the mirror that she had not changed.
Over time, her body and mind became more and more exhausted, and her will to resist the spider phantom also became weaker.
Until that day came, those people's words completely crushed her who was on the verge of collapse.
"It's all you who killed my son!"
A poor young woman in her thirties took out a rotten egg from the vegetable basket, and lost her face to her. Then people on this street threw all kinds of rotten fruits and vegetables at her.
"It must be her!"
"Yes, since she appeared, our street has been infected with the plague one after another!"
"She must have killed the old priest a few years ago!"
"I heard that children can see dirty things that adults can't see. Our children often say that she is a spider turned demon!"
"Yeah, our child cried as soon as she saw her!"
"monster!"
"monster!"
"monster!"
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She was so smashed that her body was covered with a stench, and she was aggrieved, sobbing: "I am not a monster, the old priest was not killed by me, nor did you plague!"
It's okay if she doesn't speak, the poor people make more trouble when she speaks. I saw an extreme male poor man threw a metal object at her, smashed her forehead into a gap, swollen around, and blood flowing.
Her eyes were so pale with pain that there was endless fear in her eyes. She did not expect that they would treat her like this. She would receive these poor people who were oppressed by the Noxian nobles in the church every day, pray for them, comfort them, and even provide them with food assistance. Why do they still treat her this way? Just because they were afraid that she was really a demon?
Does she really make them feel so scared?
"Hiss..." The pain of various debris hitting her body and the verbal insults of the poor made her tremble, and a cold feeling swept across her body.
"enough!"
The resentment that had been suppressed for several years finally broke out. She took a deep breath, her heart dripping with blood.
Obviously she tried so hard to blend in here, but they still treated her that way. With a chill in her heart, she coldly glanced at the poor who had accepted her favor.
At this moment, they looked like insatiable livestock and wild animals in her eyes, and their ugly faces disgusted her.
Pushing these people abruptly, she quickly ran back towards her church. Back at the church, she fell on her bed, unable to hold it any longer, weeping.
Maybe it was too tired, she fell asleep crying and crying. In the dream, she dreamed that her beautiful face was gradually distorted into an evil demon face.
Suddenly awakened from his dream, the shadows of the dancing trees outside the window were very strange in the dark night.
The forehead is oily, all sweat. She squinted and looked around and found that she was on the bed.
Following a series of uneasy speculations, her pupils suddenly shrank slightly, and she sat up abruptly, rubbing her hands randomly on the bed. When she touched a small round jar, she hurriedly held it in her hand, and then climbed out of the bed with a flustered face.
Being too flustered, Elise slipped and fell under the bed while getting out of bed. But she didn't cry out with tenderness like a normal girl, panting heavily, her face full of fear, crawling staggeringly on the ground, dragging her delicate body towards the big mirror inside the house.
Elise finally came to the mirror, she looked in the mirror. In the mirror, her hair is messy and fluffy, her face is pale, her forehead has cold sweat with oily crystals, and she is bloodless.
Opening the jar tremblingly, she dabbed the red lipstick with her finger and pressed it on her thin, chapped and pale lips.
Dressed up for herself seriously, until she saw herself ruddy in the mirror again, she was relieved.
But thinking of everyone's denial of her in the past few years, coupled with the torture of the spider phantom, her mind began to twist.
With the distortion of her mind, her dark eyes began to be stained with a trace of scarlet blood, which was extremely demon.
He picked up the paper towel on the side to wipe off the lipstick, and looked at himself in the mirror excitedly. She stroked her cheeks with her hands, smiled madly, and her completely transformed blood-colored pupils narrowed slightly.
Her teeth bit her lips, and the blood stained her chapped lips. Her ten finger nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and then pulled to the chin, the crimson blood mark was shocking. Even with the pain, she laughed wildly, and only the tightly narrowed pupils could see the pain this behavior gave her.
In the mirror, she went crazy with her, and laughed seductively, the laughter was so strange in this quiet night.
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Slowly recovering from the memory, Elise's eyes ignited the flames of revenge. She glanced bitterly at everyone present, including Ye Feng, and she wanted to drag them all into purgatory!
The aura on her body rose sharply, reaching the extreme, several times stronger than before. Elise stared at Kieran coldly, and said: "Smelly old man, did you just say that as long as time continues to pass, I will never kill you?"
Kieran's face sank and said, "Yes, I advise you not to make unnecessary struggles!"
"Coco...cocococo......"
Elise suddenly laughed madly, and the magic sound containing infinite seductive magic shook all the people below the demigod fainted.
Halfway through the smile, Elise's face was instantly hideous, and Rao Kieran and Soraka were shocked by her sudden transformation.
"Then I will go from the past to the future... I will kill you all!"
With the scream of bitterness, Kieran's magic circle was instantly disintegrated by Elise, and the blood blade in her hand pierced his heart again, took it out, and swallowed it into his abdomen.
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