Chapter 114 The Son of the Fallen Evil God

Although most of the nobles did not care, this did not prevent the legend of the vengeful angel from spreading rapidly in the capital.

Children sang songs, collected feathers dropped by crows, made simple bows and arrows with bamboo strips, and played role-playing games with their friends in the streets and alleys. Although he was quickly stopped by the adults in the family, as the bard spread the song out of the capital, more and more people under the high-pressure rule of the church began to believe in the existence of this "Angel of Vengeance".

Legend has it that he was an envoy sent by the God of Light, holding the bow of judgment and looking at him wherever he went;

Legend has it that he has an unparalleled handsome face, not only has a pair of eyes as bright as stars, but even his hair is as flawless as frost and snow.

According to legend, he is three meters tall, can shoot/pierce boulders with one arrow, and possesses the divine power that overwhelms mountains and seas;

legend......

"Stop it, stop it," Lin Xiaodong reluctantly looked at Ike, who was enthusiastically reporting the situation of the public opinion to him, and sighed, "Why is it getting more and more outrageous? Although I ask you to win the support of the commoners, But I didn't let you make up stories."

"Legends have to be exaggerated before people believe them," Ike, who grew up among the commoners, accepted it well, and he even thought it could be more exaggerated, "but I heard that some nobles living near Xicheng District We have also strengthened the alert in the manor, Your Highness, please be careful when you move."

Lin Xiaodong nodded: "I know."

He stopped wiping his hands, adjusted his bow/crossbow aiming at the sun in the sky, and the corners of his lips widened slightly: "Before, it was all petty troubles, while those nobles haven't treated us like us. One thing, I'll act tonight."

In the middle of the night, everything is quiet.

After taking a bath, Count Philip put on a dark red bathrobe and yawned back to the bedroom.

The servant wiped his hair respectfully, and another was cutting the freshly grilled steak into pieces, feeding it into the man's mouth with a fork, and even after eating, there was a special person serving him. Handkerchief wiped the sauce from the corners of his mouth.

From start to finish, he just had to move his mouth.

And after enjoying the supper, Count Philip's bed already had a little boy who was sent with his hands and feet bound. He struggled desperately, glaring at the undressed man beside the bed with his big black-haired eyes. The young man made the other party laugh excitedly: "Not bad! This time the goods are good!"

He likes this kind of temperamental little boy, so it's fun to play!

Count Philip ordered all the servants to leave, and also extinguished the candles in the bedroom, and the room suddenly became dark.

But the moonlight was very bright tonight. Count Philip picked a whip, threw it loudly into the air twice as the boy's eyes changed from anger to panic, and walked towards the big bed with satisfaction.

Outside, the servant who heard the movement sighed.

It seems that the earl is in good spirits tonight, and I don't know if the child can survive until tomorrow.

But on the big bed in the house, the little boy who was screaming "woowoowoo" suddenly stopped struggling.

Count Philip was a little dissatisfied, and just wanted to whip a few whips to make the kid move, when he suddenly felt a cold night wind whistling behind him, as if the window had been blown open by the wind. He turned his head subconsciously, but saw long white hair fluttering in the wind under the moonlight, and those pitch-black eyes that were as bright as stars.

The white-haired young man stood on the windowsill, looking down at him, his black wings spread wildly, and the falling feathers were rolled up by the wind and landed on the bedside of the little boy's pillow.

The earl's voice that was about to shout was caught in his throat.

"You, you're the one...Fu, Angel of Vengeance?" He asked with wide eyes and a hoarse voice.

"Angel" didn't answer his question, just raised the crossbow/arrow in his hand expressionlessly and aimed it at his heart.

"Philip Urex, who participated in the slave trade, killed more than twenty slaves and seven civilians, including fourteen children," he announced coldly, "After trial, you are guilty."

"Wait a minute! Listen to my explanation first!" Count Philip exclaimed, "I have difficulties, I, I..."

Seeing that he was racking his brains for a long time and couldn't even come up with a sophistry excuse, the white-haired young man taunted the corner of his lips and pulled the trigger in his hand.

With a muffled sound, Count Philip fell to the side of the bed, naked and naked, holding his favorite "baby whip" in his hand.

Lin Xiaodong jumped off the window sill lightly, stepped over Count Felix's body as if ignoring the garbage, walked to the little boy with a frightened expression, and pulled the silk cloth that was stuck in his mouth.

"Do you have any family?" he asked.

The boy gasped sharply, looked at him cautiously, and shook his head.

"Then come with me." Lin Xiaodong loosened his bindings, let him hold his neck tightly, and fluttered from the wide windowsill to the night sky again.

"Are you a devil?" the boy whispered, hugging him.

The white-haired young man glanced down at him, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"For some wicked people, I do," he replied.

The next day, the maid, who had come to wake the count and clean the bedroom, let out a scream that resounded through the mansion.

The church that hurried to found only a black feather beside the earl's pillow, and when they tentatively tried to touch it, the feather suddenly turned into a faint blue flame and instantly ignited, igniting the present. Everyone was terrified.

"I follow the will of the gods...the end-of-the-century judgment..."

Hearing this deep echo that seemed to come from the bottom of the abyss, the bishop of the church in the Beicheng District was sweating all over, and almost collapsed on the ground.

Ruined!

The Northern City of the Royal Capital, the Viscount Mansion.

Viscount Smit held a "banquet" at his home and invited several nearby nobles to attend. Because of a lot of accidents recently, many nobles have temporarily stopped holding banquets in order to avoid the limelight. Finally, one of the courageous people naturally attracted a group of friends to come to support.

"If you want me to say, they are cowards," Viscount Smit shook the red wine in the glass, and said contemptuously to a baron beside him, "Prince and duke, every year, just by collecting rent, they can lay down their income. It's ridiculous to have millions of dollars to end up frightened like this because of a murder."

"That's right," the baron agreed, "who knows what they think? If I were them, I'd save so much money, I'd definitely spend it how I want. Go to the auction and buy a dozen slaves to enjoy! "

As they were speaking, accompanied by a burst of crying and screaming, several young girls who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old were dragged and dragged into cages on the stage by several strong servants. They were all yellow-faced and skinny, with no clothes, and looked as thin and frail as chickens.

But the audience remembered the repeated exclamations, and the baron looked at Viscount Smit with admiration: "You are really generous!"

"Where, this can only be regarded as a fun." Viscount Smit drank the red wine in the glass, and although his mouth was modest, he still showed a smug look, "Come on, let us 'little pet' !"

A wild dog that had been hungry for almost three days was tied with chains and brought before the crowd.

In order to make the game more "watchable", the servant also whipped the wild dog a few times. Hunger and anger made it grow deep in his throat, and he leaned down anxiously, revealing a mouth full of saliva. canine teeth.

The girls screamed, hugged and shivered; the nobles in the audience cheered with excitement, and some couldn't wait to ask the servants to buy some minced meat to throw on the girls: "Tear me Break them! Hurry up!"

Of course, there are also those who are more sympathetic and cherishing jade. They have asked for shields and daggers from their servants. I hope the girls can hold on longer. But no matter which side it was, it was Viscount Smit who benefited in the end. Seeing that these nobles were completely attracted by the "game" they had set up, and gave generously without hesitation, he laughed so hard that his mouth could hardly meet. close up.

This is also the reason why "cockfighting" competitions are so popular in aristocratic circles.

Even people who are not interested in such bloody scenes will participate in similar activities in order to join in the fun or cling to the powerful; and if they can hold a game at home, it will make a lot of money, even more than being a robber!

Under the desperate eyes of the girls, the wild dog was forcibly dragged into the cage by two adult servants with an iron chain the size of a thumb. Amid the cheers of the surrounding crowd, it threw its head maniacally, desperately trying to break free and tearing everyone in front of it to shreds.

"Sister, I'm afraid..." The youngest among them was only ten years old, and was held in her arms by the sisters, crying out of breath. Under her influence, a low sobbing sound quickly rang out.

"Don't cry, what are you crying for!"

At this moment, a freckled girl dressed only in dirty and tattered sackcloth stood up bravely. She stared at the wild dog, her face was equally pale, but she held the shield tightly in her hand, and leaned down to make a no-nonsense gesture. Too standard defensive posture, the other hand slowly picked up the dagger thrown by the noble into the iron cage, and clenched it in his own hand.

"Stand up like a warrior!" she shouted hoarsely. "Kill it!"

At her call, the girls gradually stopped crying and began to protect themselves with various tools on the ground. But before they could react, the servant had already loosened the chains in his hands!

The unbridled wild dog burst out with trembling power in an instant, like a black lightning bolt rushing out, knocking down the freckled girl at the head. It barked wildly and opened its foul-smelling teeth to bite her neck, but the freckled girl quickly stuck the dagger into its teeth and successfully smashed one of the back molars of the wild dog, causing it to emit A shrill bark.

Viscount Smit immediately introduced to the other nobles: "I bought this from a certain tribe at a high price. It has a little magic and has been raised for almost two years."

The rain-like attack fell on the wild dog, but the rabid dog that was stimulated to be fierce was not so easy to deal with. Someone was injured soon, and the bloody smell made the hungry wild dog look green.

For a time, there were cries in the iron cage.

The freckled girl who was torn apart by the wild dog was also unable to hold on due to excessive blood loss and long-term malnutrition. She shook her body and half-kneeled in the iron cage. She had to use a shield to barely maintain her balance. .

"Maria..."

In a trance, she heard the sound of her parents calling for her to go back to dinner. The girl bit her lower lip and pressed the shield against her bleeding wound. The pain made her face a little immature for an instant. Twisted, but it also stimulated the sleepy nerves - Maria roared, stood up abruptly, and took advantage of the chance that the wild dog had its back turned to him, and stabbed a dagger into the back of its head .

ended......

Seeing that the wild dog fell down with his eyes closed, she also knelt to the ground with a thud, showing an expression of the rest of her life.

"Wait a minute," in the stands, an unfinished nobleman raised his hand again, "I'll pay another fifty gold, plus a dog!"

Maria turned her head abruptly, unable to even raise the strength of hatred, just numbly watching this transaction involving their lives completed under her nose. Seeing another hungry wild dog being brought into the cage, she wanted to get up to fight, but she didn't even have the strength to pick up the shield.

"God of Light, please beg us!"

A girl's desperate prayer came from behind, and Maria thought indifferently, where is there a god in this world?

If there really are gods, why did they fall to where they are now? And the real wicked get no punishment?

Seeing the wild dog rushing towards her, Maria closed her eyes weakly.

Goodbye, Dad, Mom...

But what she was waiting for was not the sharp pain of the sharp teeth penetrating into the flesh, but a gentle embrace.

"You are brave, dear." The white-haired young man spread his wings, gave a faint smile to the girl in his arms who looked at him in disbelief, and reached out his hand to gently wipe the blood on her face.

"Good girl," he praised.

Maria held her breath and looked at the dark wings behind him that covered the sky and the beautiful eyes that were as deep as the night. She only felt that she had never seen such a beautiful person in her life.

"Are you... a god?" she asked cautiously.

"No," the white-haired youth replied softly, "I am the most loyal believer of the gods. You can call me... an angel of vengeance."

He raised the crossbow/arrow in his hand, aimed it at Viscount Smit, who was panicking to get up and fled, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

An arrow pierced his knee, Viscount Smit screamed and fell to the ground on the spot.

Seeing this, the nobles present suddenly turned into a pot of porridge. They screamed and wanted to escape the "monster" in mid-air, just like the girls who were locked in the iron cage just now. .

In this world, the system cannot accompany him all the time, but this also means that Lin Xiaodong can no longer be concerned about the requirements of the headquarters.

Go to hell with those who convince people with virtue and repay their grievances with virtue. He just wants to fight a tooth for a tooth, so that these beasts can also experience the taste of Feng Shui turning again!

The white-haired young man slowly landed on the ground with Maria in his arms, waved his hand, and a blue fire of the abyss rose to block the nobles in this "banquet" venue with nowhere to escape.

He handed the crossbow/arrow in his hand to Maria, smiled and said, "Do what you want, child."

Maria looked at him blankly.

Even if she is not yet an adult, Maria also knows that the angel in front of her is definitely not an angel who belongs to the light camp. Whether it was the rich dark aura that lingered around him, or his style and way of doing things, everything showed that the youth was a demon from the abyss.

But... what if it's a demon?

She clenched the crossbow/arrow in her hand, and took one step at a time, dragging her unbearably painful legs to Viscount Smit, who was wriggling and struggling like maggots on the ground, raised her arm, and aimed at his sight. chest.

Lin Xiaodong stood there silently, looking at her thin and thin back.

Even if she saw that the girl was unsteady halfway and almost fell, she didn't have any intention of going up to help. He just stared at the long bloodstain on the ground that the girl walked out one step at a time, and turned around to drive away all the nobles who came to watch this "cockfighting" match with flames.

Before picking up people according to the list, let them run for a few kilometers.

What, you said you can't run?

I'm sorry, burn your butt and vomit blood, choose the same.

"no, do not want!"

On the other side, Viscount Smit looked at Maria who was walking towards him, trembling with fear, and crying bitterly to her, a humble slave knelt down and begged for mercy: "Please, I'll give you half of my property. All right? It's okay to give it all to you! As long as you let me go, I-"

His begging for mercy stopped abruptly.

Maria shot/through his chest with an arrow.

Viscount Smit looked down at the big hole in his chest in disbelief, raised his head and glared at her, and with two loud voices in his throat, he tilted his head and fell to the ground, no longer alive.

After confirming that he was dead, Maria collapsed on the floor instantly, gasping for breath.

She turned around and saw that there were only a few girls who could still stand in the iron cage. They were almost scarred. They were being carried away by a few armored knights for treatment. of.

But seeing those respectable nobles who used to show off their might and might now be chased around by a hellhound made of blue flames, she burst into laughter in an instant, covering her mouth and laughing so much that her whole body trembled, and for a moment she forgot about the location of the wound. Pain comes.

"Come with me." Lin Xiaodong reached out to her.

He blamed himself a little bit, he was a step late tonight and didn't save more people. But among these survivors, this freckled girl really impressed him very much-she was a real warrior, a hundred times braver than many adult men Lin Xiaodong had ever met.

Maria looked at the hands that the white-haired young man stretched out in front of her. There wasn't much gold and silver jewelry on his wrists, but it made Maria feel a little ashamed. She lowered her head, wiped her sweat and blood-soaked hands on the dirty clothes, and carefully held Lin Xiaodong's hand.

She raised her head and looked at the profile of the white-haired youth, her eyes full of reverence, enthusiasm and emotion.

"As per your order... my lord."

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The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Fu Jian;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 13 bottles of imprint; 10 bottles of HERO; 9 bottles of Fuli; 5 bottles of Cha Xiwen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!