A brief wave of power.

Ten seconds later.

“Ah~”

"Is it fun to kill succubus? Is it fun?"

"I never dare to do it again! Ah~"

"I like to put my waist on my back. Do you think you are very awesome?"

"Stop fighting! Ah~"

"Today I have to slap you in the face, and I will take down all my wings! I will let you kill succubus, I will let you kill succubus..."

Just at this moment, a succubus passed by the alley.

The shrill screams from inside made her feel quite curious.

Just as I took two steps forward, a pair of scarlet eyes rose in the darkness, wanting to choose someone and devour.

She screamed immediately, scaring her and ran away.

The poor fallen Holy Spirit curled up in the corner of the wall, his originally frivolous and arrogant face was blue and purple, and a gap was cracked at the corner of his mouth, and blood was flowing.

Raise your head.

Against the background of the bloody sky, his eyes looked at the majestic black body standing in front of her in horror.

Bailan bent down and picked up a broken wing of the black fallen angel from the ground.

Scarlet smiled.

Watching the fallen Holy Spirit with malicious intentions.

"Little Angel, guess...what I'm going to do next?"

The fallen Holy Spirit hugged his body tightly, and in his pupils, the majestic reflections of dark and high are constantly approaching.

Helpless, struggling.

The flowers are fading.

Crazyly curled back, but when faced with the hard obsidian wall, where could she retreat?

Get closer, get closer.

Until the delicate skin on the cheeks collides with the hardness.

Her psychological defense collapsed completely at this time, and she screamed in fear!

"No! No there!"

"Haha, are you scared? If you are afraid, open your eyes and take a closer look!"

"No...no! Woo woo..."

"Hmph! Still want to hide? Eat it for me!"

"Woooooooooooooooo...no...no..."

Forgive me, Lord Apocalypse.

Your most loyal believer, Atrice... is not clean.

Tears of humiliation slid from the corners of their eyes, and the blood dripped from their cheeks.

Bai Lan stepped on the broken wings of the fallen angel, and picked up a large round feather and pulled it down hard!

Such a beautiful big feather, it would be a pity not to make a fan.

Every time I pull it, the fallen Holy Spirit who cries and crys, wails.

Karin stood beside him, holding the Prophecy of Doomsday in his hand, with a expression on his face and following the script, "The Kadar slavery contract is formulated to feed the slave part of the blood of the caster, and use the power of the demon to wrap this part of the blood to ensure that it can flow into the slave's heart.

Finally, use the slave's blood to write this ancient divine word inside the tongue or mouth, and the contract can be achieved."

Bailan took her fingers out of the mouth of the fallen Holy Spirit, and the cut wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No! You can't do this... Warlock! Even if you plant a contract, don't think so... Woo... Woo!"

He completely ignored her resistance and cut one of her fingers with a sickle, staining it with blood.

The demon energy wrapped around her left hand and pinched her mouth open with a arrogant look.

According to the ancient god's words recorded in the prophecy of the end of the world, she pulled out her tongue, let her kick and struggle, and wrote a slave mark on it.

He would not easily kill this fallen Holy Spirit.

It's too cheap for her to do that.

A four-winged winged depravity of the Holy Spirit, signed a contract of slavery, forced her to change her faith, and could make up for the losses she had just made up for.

If you offend the abbot, you still want to run away?

Even if she can't make up for it, she will be left to serve her around her. A black-sung lady who can be so attractive to the eyes at home every day. It is also excellent.

This demon will never lose money when doing things.

Humph.

No more.

Throw her into the material world and throw it to Alonso. As long as she has full support, what does a hundred faith value count?

Be cautious and careful and hard-working to accumulate this belief value. Is it easy for me?

Finish all this.

He stood up and looked at her condescendingly. Bai Lan said indifferently, "If you kill my believers, you will have to compensate the original price, a very fair transaction.

Now, tell me your name, servant."

At this time, the fallen Holy Spirit has no arrogance and disdain on his face.

Under the constraints of contractual power.

My clothes were messy, my face was covered with tears and wounds, and I stood up tremblingly and kept sobbing.

She never dreamed that a second-level demon warrior would be so powerful!

Even, just pure physical strength makes her, who is the four-winged fallen Holy Spirit, unable to compete with her!

He mentioned the believers just now.

Does a warlock have a believer?

Facing the dark future, he stared at Bailan in panic.

He bit his lips humiliatedly, clenched his fists, his voice trembling, soft and pleasant.

"Atrice..."

"Oh, it turns out that it's called Atrice?"

He hooked his fingers at her, and the body of the fallen Holy Spirit walked towards him without control.

Holding her chin with one hand.

Take a closer look.

Um...

The black eyes dodged uneasyly, and the slightly high cheekbones did not destroy the beauty at all. Instead, it made her look more unique and beautiful. Even though her face was scarred, she was still attractive.

It is not surprising to see the current belief value.

Not only did it completely make up for the losses, but it also added thirty points.

It's not in vain that he spent his time planting a contract of slavery for her.

Bringing the newly collected servants, the three of them walked towards Phelia's house.

...

On the other side.

Jiya leaned against the broken door frame, and her dark eyes looked into the bloody sky.

The fiery red hair is messy and flying in the wind.

Gently pull your hair.

Until now, she still couldn't believe that the Romeo Warlock was a holy spirit hidden in the city of desire.

She even lived with that guy for a month.

Why didn't he kill me?

Is it because of kindness?

Put the index finger of the left hand on his lips and pouted slightly.

What a strange guy. Will the Holy Spirit fall in love with a succubus? But... I am only interested in his body and do not love him.
To be continued...