I swallowed and killed gods in a strange world

Chapter 107
Inside the shrine, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

It was as if after experiencing a dull and boundless darkness, he couldn't adapt to the bright light in front of him.

The girl raised her hand to cover her eyes, and squinted her eyes slightly to inspect the surrounding environment.

"This is me." She looked at her immature palm dumbly.

"Is this my hand?" She sat up abruptly, looking at her white and smooth arm, which had no signs of labor.

Her gaze went up her arm, and a glaring black stitch appeared at the joint of her arm.

Seemingly thinking of something, the girl struggled to get off the wooden bed.

The severe pain from the joints in her body made her eyelids twitch involuntarily, and the thick smell of blood in the air also made her unconsciously cover her mouth and nose.

Staggering out of the hall, the sight that caught her eyes made her body twitch a few times.

Stained and bloody limbs and red and white things were scattered everywhere outside the house, and a foul-smelling wind filled the surroundings of the shrine.

The girl suppressed her nausea and stepped out of the shrine.

All the stumped corpses on the ground seemed to be torn apart in some cruel and indescribable way, and a few baby skins were hung on the poles outside the house that were originally used to dry clothes.

The torn bodies of women and children are unsightly, and the sex of the broken bodies can only be determined by virtue of the intact side organs.

The remains of corpses were piled up in the open space outside the shrine, and the girl held her knees and lowered her head, retching continuously.

She knew that in order to hold the sacrifice tonight, every household in the village would come to watch the ceremony, whether it was an adult or a child.

The tragic scene in front of her was constantly stimulating the girl's nerves.

"what happened?"

"Are they all dead?"

The girl kept repeating these two sentences in her heart.

Suddenly, the girl suddenly raised her head and looked at the sky above the shrine.

The young man in white was holding a dilapidated dark red ball in his hand, and it was slowly falling.

"What happened?" The girl looked at the young man, and there seemed to be a hint of fear in her voice.

"They're all dead." The young detective handed out the broken dark red ball in his hand: "This is your god."

"God?" The girl stared blankly at the dark red ball.

Black and filthy liquid continuously oozes out of the densely packed holes on the ball. These holes are all over the body of the ball, like wounds where some organ on the ball was torn off by someone.

"All the villagers are dead?"

"Yeah." The young man didn't deny it.

"Is God bad?" The girl's tone suddenly became low.

"Bad?" The young man couldn't help but feel a little funny, maybe because of what he had gained tonight, he unconsciously said more: "Maybe he was disturbed by you."

Interrupted?
The girl repeated it in a low voice, and suddenly a black mist lingered in her eyes, dyeing her eyes black, and the violence in her heart suddenly rose.

The young man just stared straight at the girl, not paying attention to the changes in her body at all.

As if after a fierce struggle, the black mist in the girl's eyes suddenly disappeared with her panting.

"Why?" The girl supported her knees and lowered her head: "Why didn't I die? What happened to me?"

"Because you are a witch." The young man said slowly, his gaze was directed at the girl's head: "The first witch to break free."

"Out of bondage?"

The girl braced her body, raised her head and looked at the young man: "Then what about you?"

"I'm not like you, I'm alone."

The young man looked at the girl, paused and said, "I am a god-killer."

His tone was casual as if he was talking about family matters, as if killing gods was something he could easily do.

"Different?" The girl chewed on the youth's words: "Am I not alone?"

"If you think you are human, then you are." The young man smiled and put the dark red ball in his hand into his cuff.

The girl nodded heavily upon hearing that.

"I'm very glad that you didn't feel guilty or distressed because of the death of the villagers." The young man reached out and touched the girl's head, then turned around and waved his hands to clean up the broken limbs outside the shrine.

"The more than ten years I have been with you is a relatively comfortable life for me, but your character is too weak."

"Don't think about other people's thoughts first, you have to take your own feelings into consideration before thinking about others"

When the young man said these words behind the girl's back, it seemed that all the promises accumulated for more than ten years were overthrown at this moment.

The girl stared at the young man's back with bewilderment.

She didn't ask the young man why he didn't save the villagers.

Because at the moment her head was beheaded, all the karma had been paid off.

She was thankful that she was able to wake up again.

But from the young man's words, she heard a strange smell.

"Are you leaving?" the girl Nuo Nuo asked.

"En." The young man replied, the ground outside the shrine seemed to have been turned over, and the bloody stump was buried deep in the ground.

"I still have work to do."

"Can you take me with you?" The girl's tone was pleading.

"No." The young man's tone was decisive, he turned to look at the terrified girl and said, "We will meet again in the future."

"Your body is not complete, I have to find something to bring back."

"Then I'll wait for you." The girl didn't ask when the youth would come back, nor did she ask why her body was incomplete.

Her tone was decisive, and the tears that kept welling up in her eyes were continuously evaporated by the black mist lingering around her eyes.

Seeing the stubbornness on the girl's face, the young man froze for a moment.

It has grown so big.

"Besides, who said you are ugly."

"Tell me, how do you use this thing?" Makino bent down and carefully checked the gray pillar in the center of the hall.

"This is indeed an anchor point." The Protoss Lord confirmed with a voice.

"It's just why there's no response?" Makino put his hand on the pillar with some doubts: "Is it because I wasn't the one who was guided here?"

He remembered Li Henshui's reaction when he touched the pillar in the forest.

On the top of the black peak, he also saw Li Henshui putting his hand on the pillar on the top of the mountain from a distance.

It was as if everything here was prepared for her.

"It doesn't matter if he leads or not, I'll locate the coordinates after a while." The Protoss Lord said in a deep voice.

Makino frowned and nodded.

"Is the story of the witch you told last time true or false?" Makino suddenly asked, "How do you know the story of the witch?"

"True or not?" The Protoss Lord was stunned suddenly, and Makino's left hand also fell on the pillar as if he had lost the strength to support him.

"Yes, how did I know the story of the witch?" The Protoss Lord suddenly discovered the singularity.

He seemed to have never seen a witch before, and Li Henshui was the first witch he saw.

(End of this chapter)