I, a Demon Slayer Girl, is Invincible!

His target, of course, was Cassel, who had been maimed, but at this moment.

A plant tentacle suddenly stretched out and hit the tip of the dagger, making a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Zheng!

In such a short period of time, Cassel has seized the opportunity to build a small body for himself, and is rapidly recovering his combat power.

"She's stalling for time!" Without the hermit saying more, the reincarnations present quickly realized this.

Just as Yang Yuan understands their thoughts, they also understand Yang Yuan's thoughts very well.

In the current situation here, Yang Yuan alone can never match all of them, so she will speak out to win over them.

But if Cassell can regain his strength, then...

The reincarnations present took Yang Yuan's place, and felt that he would definitely join hands with Cassell to kill them all without hesitation and take the reward alone.

"Kill! At least kill that priest, or we will all die!" The madman took the lead and charged up again, while the rest of the reincarnation followed.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Yang Yuan's face disappeared.

"Stubborn..."

In an instant, she started a fierce battle with these reincarnations who were teammates not long ago.

Chapter 315 looks beautiful, doesn't it?

The grievances and entanglements between the reincarnators will not be discussed for the time being.

It is enough to predict that after Yang Yuan, a reincarnator who knows them well, is thrown into the Demon Abyss, the situation of the remaining reincarnators will become more and more difficult.

It is not only Yang Yuan's strength and experience, but her appearance, which proves that \"defection\" is not only feasible, but also promising.

Reincarnation, in the final analysis, still only values ​​profit.

Even if the madman and others want to restrain, it is not so easy.

And at the same time.

In a civilian area of ​​Shelter No. 1, three tents, one large and two small, were erected, and there were long queues in front of the tents.

On the tent, a fixed loudspeaker is constantly making sounds.

"To celebrate the destruction of the Gate of Flesh by the Federal Army, today everyone can receive one unit of food and water with their ID card."

At this time, it was time for get off work, and there was a steady stream of elf workers who had just returned home from get off work. They heard the sound of the horn, and their tired faces showed joy.

After seeing that someone did get the food, they joined the long queue.

The federal staff, on the other hand, were distributing food with a smile in front of the tent. In their minds, this was the people-benefiting welfare they suddenly wanted to offer.

And these ordinary staff are also happy to work overtime for this, because they feel that they have done a good thing.

A young-looking staff member handed over a package of food.

A 1-unit serving is roughly made up of the following ingredients: plenty of rice, one or two random vegetables, and detoxified stalker meat.

Before the blood moon calendar, this kind of worm was not noticed by the elves because of its dry flesh and toxins, and because it lived underground and was not easy to catch.

However, after the elves lost most of their land and the surface was seriously polluted, they no longer had the energy to develop large-scale animal husbandry.

In order to meet the protein needs, they chose to breed and detoxify a certain extremely fast-growing subterranean worm.

But even so, the worm meat tasted terrible.

However, this is already one of the few channels for ordinary people to obtain protein.

"Thank you." A white-haired, squat elf thanked the staff gratefully.

"Well, old man, it's best to dip the stalker's meat in water to dissolve the trace toxins in it." The staff reminded him with a smile.

"Okay, okay." The old elf nodded cautiously, and as he spoke, he handed over a badge.

The young staff member printed it with the seal on his hand, leaving a red mark.

This kind of mark will dissipate within three days, so just to prevent people from repeating the food, let as many people as possible get food.

Suddenly, the staff member glanced at the information on the badge.

【Carter's Blood Moon Calendar 20th Year】

'Twenty years of the blood moon calendar... Isn't that... forty years old? ' The staff member was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old elf in front of him who said that everyone believed in at the age of 70, and his face suddenly appeared astonished.

Even after the blood moon calendar, the average lifespan of elves dropped from one hundred and fifty to less than one hundred years, but...

"I work in a heavy magic weapon factory..." The old elf smiled bitterly.

"Sorry..." The staff member apologized softly, and after thinking for a while, he handed over another piece of food.

"This..." The old elf looked at this and was slightly stunned.

"This is my share." The staff whispered.

After speaking, he paused, "Thank you for your dedication to the Federation."

"Thank... Thank you." After the old man thanked again, he picked up the food and walked back.

And the staff member continued his work.

It looks beautiful, doesn't it?

It's just that if Susanna is here, her eyes that have been purified by divine power can see the subtle magic power contained in the food.

The power of these demons comes from the flesh and blood of monsters, and has been weakened countless times. After eating them, they will not show abnormality for a certain period of time.

However, once this subtle power of the Demon Abyss is stimulated by the outside world, then...

Peng!

There is no doubt that these foods were manipulated by Winston and the followers of Moyuan.

Inside Sanctuary No. 1, Winston's subordinates and the church members are in action.

Due to the lack of a **** statue and the insufficient savings of the power of faith, their original plan was forced to change, and the predetermined output of the power of the magic abyss was not enough to convert the elves of the entire shelter No. 1 into monsters.

If the automatic doesn't work, the only way to do it is to use a manual.

In addition to the various lighting array nodes that are being fully renovated, they have also begun to distribute daily regulated foods such as food and drinking water to civilians.

And there are nearly 100 tents that distribute food like this in the entire shelter No. 1.

The industrious and hardworking staff are constantly distributing the seasoned food. Their act of kindness and sense of responsibility has produced a wine called despair.

This level of distribution had affected the shelter's food reserves, but Winston didn't care.

In a few days, the true God will come, and then everything will be shuffled.

Naturally, no one will be held accountable for what has been done now.

Winston's mentality at this time is like those of those who know that he is terminally ill and will die soon, and his mental state still holds amazing power.

As a result, the destructive power caused can be imagined.

If the real devil's entry into the world is successful this time, Winston should be the first class.

At this time, in the garden of the speaker's office building, the sun was shining, and Winston was carefully pushing a wheelchair into the garden.

On the wheelchair, sat an elf girl with delicate facial features but pale skin like paper. It was obvious at a glance that she hadn't been exposed to the sun's rays for a long time.

She was wearing a heavy long dress that completely covered her legs, not showing the slightest bit.

This elf girl is Winston's granddaughter, Jasmine.

It was precisely because she had been infected by the devil that Winston, who was in a hurry to seek medical treatment, gradually became mad, and finally fell to the side of the devil, hoping to gain the mercy of the real devil and let Jasmine live.

Winston looked at his granddaughter, who had closed his eyes because of the dazzling sunlight, and said softly.

"Jasmine, it won't be long before you can stand up..."

And Jasmine nodded obediently, "Well, I believe in Grandpa."

However, within her body, Jasmine's soul was wailing, "Save me! No, kill me!"

She watched in horror as her body got out of control and was manipulated by another consciousness to make a series of movements.

And she could only watch.

Chapter 316 Catastrophe Rehearsal

True Demons will never show mercy. If all things can obtain mercy from their hands, don't think too much, it must be an illusion.

And Winston, apparently, is one of those pathetic fellows immersed in delusions.

Above the garden, the light cast by the circle of illumination pours over the ground, causing the shadow of the flower to sway with itself.

‘Jasmine’ took a deep breath of the floral fragrance and smiled at Winston.

"Grandpa, it feels good to be healthy."

"Jasmine..." Winston smiled, feeling that the haze in his heart had dissipated a lot these days.

But, right now.

However, his eyes tightened, and with a look of embarrassment on his face, he hurriedly bent down, took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

The rapid coughing continued for a while, and then Winston relaxed. The dark red blood was clearly visible on the clean handkerchief.

"Grandpa..." 'Jasmine' showed a worried expression at the right time.

"Jasmine, don't worry, I can hold it..." Winston waved his hand, took out a small bottle from his waist, poured out four red pills, and poured another one back.

After taking the medicine, his expression improved a little, and his face was no longer so weak.

"Grandpa..." Jasmine's face was full of worry, she reached out and tugged at Winston's sleeve.

"Pray for the true God. With God's blessing, you don't have to worry about this..."

Hearing the words of 'Jasmine', Winston's eyes narrowed, and he thought about it in his heart.

"I…"

It seems that the blessing of the real devil seems to be not bad?

isn't it?

…

A day later, above the wilderness in the middle of the world.

The yellow sand filled the sky, the flying stones broke through the sky, and on the ground, the wreckage of what might have been a building lined the ground everywhere, just like the tombstones of the elf empire.

The desert has wiped out most green plants, and the few that can be seen are still weird purple-black and khaki.

And even the plants that are infested with the power of the Demon Abyss become less and less after the winter.

call.

The gust of wind came with small gravel, and with a bang, a boulder was moved to the mouth of the cave, blocking most of the gravel.

Swish.

The sound of the cloth unfolding came, and Felice took two stones at random, processed it with her hands, and pinned the whole cloth to the boulder at the entrance of the hole to achieve a shielding effect.

"Okay, let's take a rest here tonight." Felice looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, clapped her hands, and turned to look at Eve who was taking care of Yuna.

"You also have a good rest. Using divine power for a long time will not only cause fatigue, but also make us more easily assimilated by divine power." Felice sat next to Eve and touched her head.

"Well..." The silver-haired girl looked a little out of spirit. She was no better than Felice, she was accustomed to the use of divine power, and now Eve was far inferior to her mother.

Eve wiped the sweat of Yuna, who was still sleeping, and looked at Felice.

"Tomorrow afternoon at the latest, we will be able to arrive at Shelter No. 1... Mom, you say, what happened to Shelter No. 1?"

"Will it be..."

collapse.

Felice suddenly approached, raised her head and gave Eve a head-scratcher.

"What are you worried about, I have everything." Felice stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully.

"Um...mom..."