MTL - Welcome to the Nightmare Game-Chapter 132 The dream of the Holy Mother (22)

Survival or destruction?

This is simply a simple choice.

But at a certain moment, this choice is extremely difficult.

Qi Le people slowly closed his eyes, he could not reveal his emotions, this moment his heartbeat was so scary, a kind of emotion that can be called ecstasy surging in his heart.

He has a wonderful opportunity.

He probably didn't even have one in ten thousand, but now he has it.

He needs acting, two hundred percent of acting, just as he played the red.

Qi Le people took a deep breath and took a deep breath and slowly opened their eyes.

The brown eyes showed the struggle of humanity. He moved his lips and seemed to want to ask Su and why he did it. But the last painful accusation turned into the shake in his eyes. His eyes, his expression, his slightly trembling fingertips were filled with the desire to live.

For a moment Suhe almost thought he was going to give in, but he trembled abruptly, took a step back and looked at the stone gate that had been closed. He seemed to be ashamed of his weak will, so he had to look at it. Road, want to escape, want to ask for help, but he also knows that he can not escape the fate, and finally turned only desperately, shyly, helplessly, once again to see Su and.

They stared at each other for a long time. The scarlet eyes of the devil only observed the interest of human beings, but the human beings observed had too many emotions, from resisting to struggling, from hesitation to compromise, and finally to deep despair and pleading. .

The good-looking brown eyes closed again, and when they opened again, there was only a hollow desire to live - to live.

The devil showed his smile in the victory and looked at him with encouragement, but he stopped looking at the devil. He was still suffering for his weakness, so he did not dare to look at him.

He trembled and took the first step and embarked on the first step.

Falling is starting from this small step.

After this step, it is numbness, that is, compromise, that is, yield.

He had already come to the demon king and quietly watched the goblet filled with the blood of the devil in his hand. As long as he drank the blood of this demon king, he could gain powerful power, but at the same time he fell into a demon.

The human being lured by the demon king took the goblet with both hands. The blood in the cup was like wine. He stared at the red liquid and rolled his throat.

The devil smiled.

The goblet is tilted, the glass is pressed against the lips, and the bright red liquid is about to get on his lips, but another transparent liquid rolls off the eyelids earlier. The humble little man stared at the devil with his brown eyes, silently shed tears, silently swallowing the temptation from hell.

The moment the blood flowed through the mouth, the alienation began, his brown eyes became a scarlet, and the demon's totem climbed over his cheek from the earlobe, leaving a trace of thorns, black wings sprouting from his back. Piercing the clothes, it is the beautiful wings of the black swan, like an angel falling from the heavens.

The new demon hand held the empty goblet, and the red lips were slightly opened, watching his master.

"You look at the innocent love, beautiful, but I just like to see it destroyed." The demon king bowed, and the reward of the reward fell on the forehead of his beloved demon, whispered softly, " From today on, your name is 'fallen'."

The blood of the demon slid down from the new "fallen" lips, and the scarlet viscous liquid flowed over the chin and fell to the ground.

The moment the blood landed, the violent explosion engulfed the two opposing people, and the smoke was extinguished in an instant.

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In the scenes of real and illusory interweaving, countless illusions pass by the two men who are engaged, the demon crawling in the lava of **** growls, the blazing angels who descend in the paradise of heaven pray, the power of the light and the devil are intertwined in Together, the large pieces of trees were turned over and even the space was distorted, so that the two people in the battle seemed to be in another space.

The land under the feet of the sorcerer has been turned into a burning hell. Countless demons hatch from sin, and the blazing angels are smashed out. The red eyes of the witch hiding behind the black gauze hat look at Ning Zhou, and the corners of their mouths hang like There is no smile: "Are you worried? Are you worried? Is it for Qi Le people? I remember him. In the underground palace, he gave me my sister's things. It is a kind good person, I am I should thank him..."

"He has a pair of eyes that look good, brown, but my master thinks that red eyes are more suitable for him." The scary eyes of the witches flashed, and the malicious eyes poured out from her bright red lips. "Just drink." The blood given by the devil, the ordinary human beings can easily become a demon, and you can gain the power that was unimaginable in the past like me. You see, you have been practicing for many years in the Holy See, but it is just me and tied. The temptation of no one can refuse, no one."

"He will betray you, poor knight, he will betray you!" The witch laughed wildly, and the piercing laughter hysterically.

Ning Zhou, who was struggling in the devil, threw a giant rock demon and landed lightly on a reef in the lava of hell. He chilled at the witch: "You are jealous."

The witch's laughter came to an abrupt end, and the smile of the zombie in her mouth slowly turned into anger: "What do you know?"

At this moment, the sly witch perfectly interprets the look of sly. She stepped forward on the lava of **** and said sharply with a twisted voice: "You don't know anything! I am so careful, so careful, every step Walking on the edge of the cliff, crawling out of **** a little bit, just to be able to see him again, I tried my best to make today's me, but it was just that someone was so lucky, and it was easy to step into the sky. He favored him. Praise him, seduce him... Why, why is the owner so fond of him?!"

The anger of the witch ignited the phantom of Hell, and the lava turned into a fire tongue and shot at Ning Zhou. The two short knives in the hands of Ning Zhou crossed together and stopped in front of them. They rushed past regardless of the glory—the magma was separated by the holy aura. His arrows crossed the raging lava and appeared in front of Isabel.

The witch who was burning in anger smiled and raised his sword to stab him.

The angels and demons in the virtual image collide and evoke a grand disillusionment.

Suddenly, the boiling magma subsided, the turbulent earth subsided, and even the surging night wind subsided.

Among the forests where the Holy See is located, there is only the sacred music that comes from under the stars and is mournful and holy.

The blood flowed down the tip of the sword of the sword, and it dripped into the fertile soil, and the two people who had almost no distance were motionless and then separated.

The stiletto pierced the belly of Ning Zhou, but the short knife runs through the chest of the witch.

More, more blood has flowed down.

Isabel's black gauze hat has fallen to the ground, revealing her scarlet and bleak eyes. She is holding her chest, and the blood is accompanied by a heartbeat, flowing down from her fingertips.

She seemed to be shocked, but this surprise gradually turned into self-deprecating and desolate. A gust of wind blew, she slowly fell, her eyes looked at the night sky without a god.

"It’s too late..." The sly witch muttered. "Even if you go there, it’s too late. He doesn't belong to you... you have lost him..."

Ning Zhou stepped forward in front of her, and the blood continued to flow from the wound in the abdomen, but he did not feel it.

Isabel’s mouth was bleeding, and she was in his eyes. The nightmare asked: “Do you know... the taste of 嫉妒?”

The **** short knife hung over her head and the blood fell on her forehead along the blade.

The witch looked at his eyes and revealed a smile that was insightful: "Ah... oh... taste."

The short knife fell, piercing the head of the witch, and the devil crystallized in the light.

The demon of the rock condensed disintegrated, and the phantom of the dying demon screamed silently and dissipated in the night sky. The space under the control of the witch is gradually regaining its connection with reality. The shadow of the sacred angel is in the void. Stayed for a while, bowed to the broken temple on the top of the mountain, and then disappeared into the moonlight night.

Ning Zhou coughed up softly, but the movement in the lungs involved the wound in the abdomen, making the blood flow faster. He barely leaned on the side of a half-folded tree, took a deep breath and gave himself a blank expression. Bandaging.

Only the simplest wound treatment was done, and even when it was too late to clean up the demon power that invaded the body with the wound, Ning Zhou hurriedly put on his clothes and ran towards the temple on the top of the mountain.

The white gauze quickly became red, and the training and injured Ning Zhou numbly adapted to this level of pain. He must hurry up, then hurry up...

The earth-shattering loud noise, the temple that was originally broken on the top of the mountain is even more crumbling.

Ning Zhou’s footsteps stopped, and the heartbeat seemed to stop in the explosion.

As soon as the chest was stagnation, blood gas rolled up from the depths of the throat. Ning Zhou spit out a bruise. The pain that had long been accustomed to was so heartbreaking at this moment. He rubbed the blood on his lips, and the blood stained the silver cross on the glove.

God, if I am guilty, let all the harsh punishments come upon me, even if I want to pay for it in hell.

Please bless him, safe and sound.