Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Frey's Great Wisdom

The bleak autumn wind is filled with chills, the colors of the sunset are gradually swallowed up by the dim clouds, and dark gray and black begin to dye the world.

The dense forest is filled with a strange dim atmosphere, and the thin light is increasingly unable to dispel the increasing shadows around it.

The Saint of Destruction's breathing was rapid and low, and she staggered through a forest.

 Now she has waited until the cooldown of [Forced Dispel] ends and removes all the status from herself.

 The throat finally no longer hurts like a knife, and the various abnormal conditions such as reduced treatment and blood loss have also been lifted.

Her steps kept stepping on the soft soil, which was slippery and cold.

Just avoid it a little further until it is dark and restore her condition slightly. At that time, the blood owner wakes up, and she will have the capital to borrow the blood of blood to kill back again.

　　At least two people will be slaughtered tonight... their stomachs will be cut open, and they will be hung in the church and let them bleed out their blood intestines and die in agony!

It would be best... to catch the half-demon princess who has been accompanying Lan Qi, scrape off her skin and flesh, and spread her flesh on the banquet table in the church, so that Lan Qi who comes to the church tomorrow morning can see it for herself. Witnessing the most tragic and ugly death of the princess.

 Can he still maintain his indifferent appearance?

Just thinking about Lan Qi's appearance when she saw that scene, the Saint of Destruction couldn't help but tremble at the corner of her mouth.

Even if she still can't kill Lan Qi tonight, when Lan Qi's minions are pulled out and he becomes a polished commander, Lan Qi will no longer be able to threaten her no matter how many epic cards he has!

As for the detective who only had muscles in his brain, he probably discovered the prompt information about the shadow world as soon as he arrived in the town, and then returned halfway in disgrace.

 He was probably very happy, thinking that his teammates had solved all the problems in advance.

However, he would not have thought that the moment he climbed up the cliff again, it would also be the day of his death——

The Saint of Destruction would stand guard at the edge of the cliff, watching the detective climb up bit by bit with great difficulty, and cut off his hands with the flaming magic sword, causing him to fall 800 meters down the cliff into a ball of flesh in shock and despair. !

"You are wrong because you should not have provoked the Resurrection Church...and met me..."

The Saint of Destruction's voice was cold and cruel, mixed with vicious determination.

 However, at the moment when she was thinking this way, the Saint of Destruction did not notice that there seemed to be something wrong under her feet.

Her feet suddenly became empty, and a feeling of weightlessness enveloped her whole body in an instant.

 The next moment, it was like falling from the physical world into nothingness.

 The deep, dark hole, as if the throat of a monster in the night swallowed her up instantly!

 “Boom!!”

With a loud bang that shook her eardrums and brain, she fell heavily into a pit several meters deep.

 She fell into the pit, her body shaking with pain.

 “Ahhh—!!”

 The sharp stings from the pit suddenly penetrated her skin, her muscles, and reached her bone marrow.

 The Saint of Destruction's face was distorted, her pupils shrank violently, and her eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.

This is a third-level earth magic that can instantly create holes in the mud.

But this hole is not the most deadly. The scary thing is that the hole is also full of poisonous thorns and animal traps.

 Then came the pain, the sharp pain like thousands of needles piercing her flesh, and her screams echoed in the jungle with endless pain.

At this moment, her trembling eyes saw the ever-lengthening shadow above the pit.

With ghostly steps, every step sounds like the whisper of death.

A tall figure slowly appeared. He stood there quietly, like a statue carved in the darkness, motionless, his long clothes rustling in the wind, looking down at the Saint of Destruction in the cave.

 When the Saint of Destruction saw the man's face clearly, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped.

 That was a face she was familiar with.

Standing on the edge of the pit, holding a heavy hand crossbow in his hand, his face was looming in the shadows. Only the purple pupils on the half-worn sunglasses were like the cold night sky, always arrogant.

Frey looked at the Saint of Destruction as if he were looking at a struggling elk. The Saint of Destruction's wide eyes were filled with disbelief, and her heart instantly sank into the icy lake.

 The world around him became silent again.

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, cruel and ruthless.

 “What are you doing for…”

Before the Saint of Destruction could finish her words, the next second her shoulder was pierced by a heavy arrow that shot through the air and was nailed to the wall of the cave, followed by another shrill scream.

Frey stood on the edge of the cave and gave her an arrow without saying a word.

Although the number of arrows is limited each time it is brought into the Shadow World unless it is repaired by a battlefield card maker, it is an armor-piercing heavy hand crossbow with a slow firing speed and extremely deadly every hit.

 “Why are you here?!”

 The Saint of Destruction panted heavily and roared at the top of her lungs.

“Are you stupid? According to the mechanism of the shadow world, you shouldn't climb mountains to solve crimes.”

Frey asked back as if he was doubting the intelligence of the Saint of Destruction.

 The Saint of Destruction heard Frey's tone of voice as a matter of course.

Feeling that my IQ has been severely pressed to the ground and rubbed.

She thought again of the way the detective had jumped off the cliff without hesitation this morning and deceived everyone.

I finally understood that this detective was just trying to change everyone's psychological pressure in the morning, and then handed everything over to Lan Qi in Gengjian Tomb. The detective turned into a hunter, squatting in the jungle to keep track of fish that slipped through the net, and has been squatting until now.

 “Give up resistance, my force is now absolutely superior to yours.”

Frey replaced the heavy hand crossbow with new arrows. The muzzle of the crossbow was pointed directly at the Saint of Destruction, and the cold arrow exuded a strong aura of death.

 “Haha...hahaha—!”

The Saint of Destruction fiercely pulled out the arrow on her shoulder, letting the blood and flesh fly, and laughed maniacally while holding the flaming demon sword.

 “Let's die together!!”

After realizing the fact that she was purely played by these two people today, the last string in the spirit of the Saint of Destruction seemed to be broken.

Whether it's Ranchi or Frey.

Such humiliation is too much for her to bear!

Even if she died, she would kill this detective who played her to the extreme!

In the hall of the church, everyone's hopes were like the afterglow of the setting sun, about to sink into the dark night.

In the corner under the rose window, another Resurrectionist, the Imperial Priestess, who was still guarded by Hyperion and the **** sister, finally slowly woke up from her coma.

 She saw the depressed expressions of the people in the church.

 Looking around again at the seriously injured and exhausted challengers, as well as the disappeared Saint of Destruction.

She then raised her head and laughed crazily, knowing that Adeles, the Saint of Destruction, had managed to leave after severely injuring them.

 Tonight is the time of blood sacrifice!

Thanks to the leader Mubai Jinyu! This chapter is an additional update and will continue to be updated normally at 9pm!

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