He is obviously such a good brother.

He is not too mature yet.

And she can lead her brother to maturity and make him truly an adult.

My brother doesn't look at people very well.

Even those boring defective products can stay by her side...how is this possible!

My original self, Kailin, silently looked at the pink-eyed Kailin in front of me.

She said softly: "Then let's start balancing."

balanced.

Pink-eyed Kailin blinked and said hurriedly: "Wait, you can lock me up or seal me..."

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

The pink light in his eyes became a little dimmer.

Kailin stayed where she was.

Only one-seventh of the original surging emotions remained.

Other people's emotions also poured into Kailin's body.

Kailin's pupils looked into the void, she waved her hand gently, and the scene on the stage that day appeared before her eyes again.

…

Eden's cane was knocked away.

A purple eye pierced the void and looked at him coldly.

"Don't do unnecessary things."

A mature female voice sounded, and then...the eyes disappeared.

Eden shook his hand vigorously, and he looked up helplessly into the void.

There are no traces of anything around.

But Eden knew that the guy was watching him.

Just like she had been staring at the goblin.

Eden shook his head and said helplessly:

"Tsk, tsk, I won't really kill her."

His emotions just now... were a bit intense, and he almost took action, but he believed he would stop.

For yourself, you should not hinder more important things for the sake of hatred and anger.

He touched his face.

Only old wrinkles remained on his face.

This body will also die of old age.

Eden's eyes became solemn. For him, this ceremony can only succeed and must not fail!

…

Steam riot.

Just like Ken once experienced.

All steam items have undergone mutations. The power of these items is growing, their size is constantly growing, their appearance is constantly changing, and their number is even increasing.

They have no mercy for the living.

It exists to destroy any living thing.

Therefore, within a short period of time, there were no longer any living creatures in this reform city.

On the roof of an obvious building.

A figure wearing a maid uniform stands here.

"Kaka."

The sound of chains sounded.

Julia was still wearing the same maid outfit with a chain around her neck, just like a slave maid.

Her eyes looked high into the sky.

"uh-huh……"

To others there is nothing there.

But she could see the figure.

her creator.

The figure who has used her for more than three hundred years and forgotten her.

"No wonder I haven't seen you for a long time." Julia said softly: "It turns out that you have fallen."

In her eyes.

That bloated, ugly, terrifying figure appeared.

The figure loomed in the air, seeming to exist and yet seeming not to exist.

Julia spoke softly:

"The Holy Lady is in such a miserable state now, so pitiful."

She said to herself that from her own angle, she seemed to be unable to see anything.

But if someone can get close to her, they can see that there is also a turbid color in her purple pupils.

She saw the tragedy of Amy Knox.

The Holy Lady led her here, which was a very attractive feeling.

She was also curious about what kind of existence would attract her, so she broke through the film and came to this side of the world.

"So it's not Mr. Ken?" Julia's eyes showed a hint of displeasure.

She thought it was Lord Ken calling her.

You must know that if the saint's tablet summoned her, she would not come so early.

Julia slowly raised her head and whispered:

"We have just reached the most important step with Mr. Ken. Obviously, as long as you give me two more days, I can take him down completely."

It completely made Lord Ken lower his guard.

I then tried to gain his vague consent and went to the bathroom to give him a bath.

Then have ten children, get married, and have another hundred children...

Such a good plan had to be suspended or even terminated because of this.

"Really, obviously no one gave me orders..." Julia shook her head.

The guidance and attraction conveyed by Amy are all directionless.

Because the real owner of this power is, it cannot form real information.

You know, Julia's previous jobs all had clear goals and messages.

Now, she has no real guidance.

Because of this, Julia has no interest in helping Amy.

However, if this continues like this.

Lord Ken will also be here.

Julia raised her head and looked at the huge ugly figure high in the sky.

That figure will not let Mr. Ken do anything wrong.

"What should we do?" Julia murmured.

…

One after another, the holy light appeared in the corner of the city without any cover.

Paladins and other clerics.

These rough guys have no idea what being low-key means.

For them, there is absolutely no need to keep a low profile.

"The goal is to destroy the steam station." Old Addison said, holding a big sword. At this time, his muscles swelled, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus holding a sword.

Their appearance did not frighten the rampaging machines, but they were attracted to them like fireflies in the dark.

a large amount.

Too many to cover the sky

Moreover, there is a smell of blasphemy mixed in, and the lackeys of the evil god are also hanging around, intending to deal a fatal blow to them at any time.

Old Addison raised his head and said:

"Five hundred people should be enough."

This is the number of people coming in.

Before they came in, they didn't even think about getting out alive.

Old Addison believed that they could rush into the station before the number was reduced by half.

This is the responsibility that a clergy member should fulfill.

"Then let's start..." Old Addison was about to charge away, but his movements suddenly stopped.

A few small figures stood timidly in front of the door.

It's a child.

Some timid children.

Old Addison's golden eyes saw the true appearance of those people.

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It's a sacrifice.

After sleeping on the main plane, many people were divided into two parts.

A part of the body that had slept forever remained in the world they came from.

The other part is the soul.

But this soul and memory are not simply [souls] at this time.

They have been reconstructed.

In other words, they have been sacrificed, become part of this world, become the touch of the evil god, and are the part that was originally sacrificed to the evil god.

Therefore, in the form of a physical body, this side of the body was reconstructed again.

Old Addison stopped.

Charles Addison looked at Old Addison suspiciously.

Charles has also entered this world, and he is already well-known as a powerful fighter.

He preferred to charge directly.

His spiritual sense is extremely powerful, so he has seen many tragedies that other priests cannot see with their own eyes.

Whether it's this world or that world.

The anger in his heart is even greater than that of everyone around him!

No matter how pitiful these children look, they are all part of the evil god. In his opinion, they should be purified directly!

They don't know their own evil, but that doesn't mean they aren't evil!

But old Addison stopped.

The old priest knelt down, half-kneeling in front of these children.

The eyes of these children are still pure.

They don't know what happened.

In their memory, in their last memory, they just slept.

They should take responsibility for their current situation.

The old priest said with a solemn expression.

"Feel sorry……"

The little fat man at the head didn't know what was going to happen. He opened his eyes wide and said:

"The big brother holding the umbrella asked us to come here. He said this is where the temple is and that the Mother Goddess will protect us."

He looked at the priests in front of him with a longing expression.

Old Addison paused for a moment.

Charles revealed himself from behind him. He wore a full-face armor on his head. He looked much better than his original appearance, so that he would not scare all the children to tears when he showed up. Charles looked at these children and asked: "It's very

A handsome man with an umbrella?”

"Yes, that handsome big brother with the umbrella." The little fat man gestured with his hands and said, "He picked up the umbrella, waved it lightly, and locked up the little bad guys with many chains, and then those little bad guys were defeated.

.”

Charles' eyes lit up.

Sure enough, it's that guy Ken Servais.

Sure enough, he came here too!

"Where is he now?" Charles asked.

The wisdom and courage of the warlock are worthy of recognition, but Addison knew that he could not cope with such a large-scale and ubiquitous attack. After all, the body of the warlock was stronger than that of ordinary people, but compared to machines and warriors.

, Cultist, but the difference is too far.

If Charles is with Warlock, both can be at their strongest.

The warlock is like a mourning crow, always hitting the center of the disaster. Together, they can end the disaster faster.

The little fat man shook his head: "Big brother didn't say where he went."

Old Addison interrupted Charles who wanted to continue speaking. They had no time to waste.

He heard the sound of gathering machinery in the distance, and he asked in a deep voice:

"What's the little bad guy?"

"She is a small, bad girl with long hair... wearing white clothes..." The little fat man was describing when he saw the priests in front of him suddenly raising their weapons.

Old Addison held the sword and looked solemnly at the little fat man's back.

It was a little girl with long black hair covering most of her face, wearing tattered clothes and carrying a sickle.

"Sorry, I will bear your responsibility."

Old Addison no longer hesitated, and as he opened his mouth, a ray of holy light enveloped several small men.

The holy light that always warmed people's hearts and healed wounds enveloped them. Not only did they not feel comfortable, but they also discovered to their horror that their bodies were beginning to disintegrate.

Charles didn't pay attention to the heretics, raised his sword, and looked at the familiar short figure.

This figure was not the guy who had fucked him several times before.

This guy is weaker than that guy.

"Clone of the evil god, prepare to meet the enemy." Charles shouted, and then rushed out without hesitation.

…

A small figure slowly fell to the ground, and the nameless hellfire ignited on her body, destroying her completely.

Ken walked on the top of the house and slowly squatted down.

The second wave has not started yet.

Those steam machines haven't gathered in all directions yet, so at least for now, there aren't many blasphemous machines on the roof.

Another thing is more

A girl who looks exactly like little Emilia.

These evil god clones have different strengths.

Some levels are only Bronze level.

Some already have epic levels of strength.

They have no human emotions and are like wild beasts that only know how to hunt.

When he rescued a few little boys just now, five evil god clones were hunting at the same time.

But Ken killed them easily.

Because in this half of the world, Ken is at home.

This half of the world is dominated by dreams.

For Ken, who has the ability to control dreams, this is his own world!

If he hadn't been afraid of being discovered by the mastermind in advance if he mobilized a large amount of power, he would have already set foot on the steam station.

"Ka, ka..."

The sound of a scythe dragging the ground sounded behind Ken.

These girls seem to like to keep dragging the sickle, putting huge psychological pressure on people, and then directly cut it in half under the horrified eyes of people.

Ken gently raised his hand, and several seals were automatically generated in the void, piercing behind him fiercely.

"Okay... then what's next." Ken confidently did not look back and looked down at the ground.

There are already signs of the second wave.

Some steam machines swelled and strange limbs sprouted.

The streets are littered with corpses and blood stains.

Sure enough, just like that dream, the aborigines from the Steam Riot period were also copied.

Without a lot of use of powers, it would be difficult for him to continue to get past these guys.

After all, most of the magic machines are clustered around the heart of the steam station, and their expansion to the outside has not yet begun.

But if you use power...

The evil priest will realize that a false priest of his own has suddenly appeared in his territory.

It's even different from my own purpose.

And Ken is not sure whether he can compete with the evil priest.

The power level of the evil priest is stronger than his own... So when Ken fights him, he cannot use his power without his knowledge, and he will stop Ken in advance.

"Click, click."

The sound of the scythe dragging the ground sounded again behind Ken.

"Really..." Ken raised his hand helplessly, and several seals appeared out of thin air.

"bass!"

The seal has not released the spell yet.

It was cut off instantly.

Ken suddenly became excited, raised his umbrella and turned around sharply.

Finally, a clone of the evil god above the epic level is targeting him?

What was behind him was not the evil god's clone as expected.

It was a petite girl wearing a blue and white sailor suit.

She wore a small semi-circular black hat with a feather on her head, and her long, soft black hair hung down on her shoulders.

Two slender and thin calves were exposed under the black skirt, and black cloth boots were worn on the feet wrapped in white socks.

Behind this girl was dragging a scythe as long as a person, with wet blood flowing on the blade.

A girl whose painting style is completely different from this cruel world.
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