Shameless!
How shameless!
You are a majestic dark god, how could you do such a shameless thing?
Amelia hugged the cold little boy on her lap who was forcibly squeezed up, her expression gradually becoming demented.
This... what to do
Do you still fight
Amelia was a little hesitant.
Her expression was struggling, her eyes were empty, and she was struggling with how to treat the shameless and cute god, and her fingers unconsciously felt a sticky liquid.
Sniffing, there is also a familiar sweet smell in the air.
"You are hurt?"
Amelia came back to her senses, with a serious face, pressed the elf that was not struggling, and took a look at its shirt. There was a huge wound across the abdomen that was oozing blood. Flesh and bones turned out, and blood froth flew everywhere.
"Who did it?" She frowned. The God of Light had already fallen, and even if the rest of them worked together, it would be difficult to hurt a single hair of Him. Who could hurt the God so badly
Alfonso looked quite at ease, as if it wasn't the one who was almost cut open, he looked down at the saint, touched her frowning eyebrows with cold fingers, and said, "Don't worry, he won't Appeared again."
Amelia was speechless: "Who asked you if what appeared or not? I am asking who is this person? Where is he from? What does he look like?"
— so as to determine who to beat.
Amelia is now so inflated that she is about to fly into the sky, no one dares to beat her up.
Alfonso smiled, and the immature boy's face looked a bit nasty. Ever since it took off its godhead, the sense of being tall and fearless seemed to have faded from it.
It smiled and said, "I won't tell you."
Amelia: "..." Love to talk or not! !
Amelia rolled her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to it. One hand was attached to the boy's soft abdomen, and the gentle light radiated out, healing the terrible wound.
While waiting for the wound to heal, Amelia kept her hands motionless and looked at the elf's thick ink-like eyelashes at close range, inevitably thinking wildly.
Speaking of which, this scene really resembles when they first met.
In the corner of that deserted alley, she saw the wounded elf, with scars all over his bony body, like a little black cat after being bullied. She didn't hold back, and took it home in a moment of kindness, protected it properly, took good care of it, and then...
Then the gates of hell were opened.
Thinking about it carefully, being frightened, being hunted down, beaten, bullied, covered in blood from head to toe... seems to have something to do with this guy.
Her originally smooth and happy life suddenly turned into a history of unlucky blood and tears.
Amelia's face darkened, she withdrew her hand, and snorted.
The deep bone wound has been healed to the point where there is only a little oily skin remaining, and the blood has not been wiped off, making it look a bit messy.
Alfonso:"?"
The little elf who was obediently pulling her shirt to reveal her belly was a little confused, not understanding why she was angry again.
Is that not enough
Alfonso bowed his head and continued to meditate for a moment.
If it gets smaller... Is it a cub
It was born in an adult form, and has never experienced the growth process from childhood to adulthood, nor has it paid attention to what human cubs look like, but logically speaking, it should be similar to other animal cubs.
Alfonso sketched it in his mind. First of all, he must be fatter and smaller. It seems that he also needs a tail. What kind of tail is it? It also remembered the comic book that the saint once secretly read, in which a character had a pointed demon tail.
Since she likes it, then this is it. The elf made the decision so easily, recalling in his mind what he looked like.
At this moment, the saint suddenly spoke.
"Listen, you can stay, but the rules must be set. Don't touch me without my permission. You should use honorific titles when calling me. Don't disobey my orders..."
Amelia applied all the unhappiness in her heart to it before, and the refreshing feeling of turning over to be the master made her browbeaten, and her eyes that had been cold for several days were revived again.
Alfonso:"… "
Its expression is indescribable.
… That's it
Alfonso originally thought that it would take the initiative to bow its head. After surrendering control, it ushered in even more tragic criminal laws, such as rape, rape, and rape. It is mentally prepared and accepted.
It had made Amelia suffer, and now Amelia deserved her revenge.
It's just that Alfonso never expected this kind of punishment.
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well. It sighed secretly, such a soft character, it doesn't know how much bullying it will suffer outside.
Forget it, let's teach it.
Some bloody pictures that should be coded came to mind in the elf's mind.
At this moment, the two of them suddenly stopped at the same time, and turned their heads to look in a certain direction outside the window.
"Who!" Amelia yelled.
She sharpened her eyes, walked through the empty space, through layers of barriers, followed the magic link, and found the rude person who dared to peep at her.
In the dim room, on a high stool carved with patterns and inlaid with jade, sat a somewhat familiar man, with his eyes closed and his hands folded, manipulating the magic circle in front of him, which was connected to a mirror. It was her face that clearly appeared in the mirror.
Is an ordinary human being.
Although I want to be a little stronger than other humans and have a higher social status, in the eyes of the gods, bugs no matter how big are bugs.
Insects should live well in the soil, and should not try to spy on the world in the sky.
Amelia hooked her fingers slightly, and those well-shaped eyes of unknown color burst open.
With a puff, sticky blood splashed everywhere.
The magic circle in the man's hand dissipated, he covered his eyes and wailed in pain, and a rapid and dazzling halo kept lighting up in his hand, trying to heal his injury. But the pair of empty eye sockets were still bloody and bloody, and nothing grew out, but the pain became more severe.
Amelia took his eyes not physically, but from his soul.
Even if his body dies and his soul is reincarnated, the vacancy of the soul will make him forever blind.
But that's not enough.
Amelia took a deep breath, her eyes were scarlet with the feeling of tyranny from the bottom of her heart, her fingertips trembled with excitement, she flipped her palm, and an invisible sharp golden line was drawn towards the knight commander's neck .
That's right, Knight Commander.
When the man raised his head and screamed, she recognized the familiar-looking man.
The Knight Commander, whom she hadn't seen since the conclusion of the slave market massacre case, was taciturn, reliable, and incapable of magic in her impression, which was quite different from her mysterious and unpredictable appearance now.
Amelia did not have the mind to explore the secrets, her eyes were full of tyranny and killing, and only blood and death could relieve the burning thirst that burned her whole body.
The golden thread went away with soaring murderous aura, and the objects that obstructed it along the way were easily cut apart. There was no sound from the goblet, candlestick, or a corner of the cabinet.
Between lightning and flint, even those things that were divided into two halves did not have time to fall.
The knight commander covered his eyes, feeling dizzy from the pain. All his attention was focused on the painful eye sockets, and he didn't notice the murderous intent coming towards him.
"what happened?"
The door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and thin figure walked in.
The knight commander clenched his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Go! We were... discovered."
Hearing the words, the visitor paused, grabbed the knight commander's arm, and half dragged him out.
There was a "crunch".
The door was slammed shut.
The room was silent for less than half a second, and suddenly there was another sound of crackling and falling, and the tabletop near the high chair was in a mess, like a knife that fell from a certain height, cutting everything to pieces, but It stopped abruptly less than a finger's length away from the seat.
"Huh...huh..." Amelia panted, her hands trembling.
Fortunately, she reacted in time and stopped quickly, otherwise the knight commander's upper body would have fallen to the ground by now.
It's not just landing, but more accurately, it should be divided into many pieces before landing.
"I, why...?" Amelia's body was stiff and her mind was blank.
Since when has it been so easy for her to kill someone
Why would she...
Amelia bluntly shifted her gaze to her palm, and tried to hold it, as if she could still feel the touch of the water-filled sphere exploding in her palm.
Disgusting. But it cannot be ignored that the satisfaction of running up at the same time is stronger than the feeling of vomiting.
— "You finally feel it."
Amelia turned her head following the voice, and the elf was looking at her with an expression of 'this little trash is really hopeless'.
"You devoured two pieces of divine power and two pieces of faith, and you've been affected so much that you only discovered it now."
Alfonso's tone was helpless and subtly pampering. He looked at her like a good student looking at the bottom one in the class, which was a bit incredible.
"Believers will convey to the gods not only positive emotions such as reverence, hope, and love, but also negative emotions, such as jealousy, hatred, anger, greed, pain..."
"And when these emotions are superimposed, they will have an impact on the character of the god, making him gradually violent and bloodthirsty. That dog and I are born gods, and we have been used to it for a long time. You are the first god to be transformed from the day after tomorrow. The impact will indeed be greater.”
"Everything in the world has two sides. Since you have enjoyed the respect and power of the gods, you also have to endure the oppression and pain it brings."
The little elf raised her head, her blood-red eyes reflected her blurred face, it seemed to be smiling, and raised her hand to pat the back of her trembling hand: "It's okay, just do what you want."
"You can do whatever you want, because you are the only god left in this world."
"No one can exceed your will, including me."
The elf raised the back of her hand, and dropped a kiss like a dragonfly on the white and thin joints.
It was light and cold, but it made Amelia shiver.