Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End

The blood in the forest gradually dissipated, and the bloody storm turned into steaming smoke. The students who ran out near the third dormitory looked at the direction of the forest in a daze, and even suspected that they were in a dream.

The terrifying flesh-and-blood giant vanished into ashes in the light, and the gigantic skeleton that smashed it was no longer there. Under the dark night, the little bits of magic remnants scattered with the wind and dotted the forest like a dream. The students have not yet woken up, I am afraid everyone will think that the previous situation is an illusion.

In the confused crowd, only the black-haired girl behind the broken window and the members of the consultation department who came to know the details. The excited and congratulatory voices of the teenagers echoed in their ears. Melty looked at the place where the huge skeleton disappeared, tears of joy. Couldn't help but burst out.

Although the process was arduous, justice finally defeated evil, and the radiant punch of Gulandar was like hope, which released the members of the consulting department and Melty who had been dull for a long time.

In the forest, Roja slowly approached Matthews who fell to the ground. At this time, the middle-aged man was bloody, the staff's robes turned into rags, and the exposed organs in the open chest were still struggling. Beating, blood occasionally spewed from the ends of the broken blood vessels.

Roja frowned at this wicked villain. Although Matthews was not dead, his vitality was consumed by more than half of the sacrifice. Maybe he could not survive tonight, and when he saw Roja coming, his face was covered with skin. There was also a faint cry for help from the cultists who were gone.

"Save me, save me..."

Matthews struggled hard, and his eyes were full of fear of death, but Roja was unmoved by this, and his face did not even change.

Healing the cultists is purely a brain show, and probably Shia's stupidest thing. After all, once the cultists catch their breath, they will sacrifice again or use secret techniques in minutes. kill.

"Do you think I'm one of those nice guys?"

"I, I have information! I will tell you the information!"

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"intelligence?"

Roja, who heard Matthews' words, raised his eyebrows and seemed to be moved. The middle-aged man struggled for a while and hurriedly said:

"Do you think killing me will end it? Our blood sacrifice sect is just a small organization, and it is nothing in the eyes of the real big guys. They are planning big things! Just like 400 years ago That kind of... uh!"

"Huh? Go on, hello! Matthews?"

The sudden interruption of the words of the fallen middle-aged man made Roja's eyes narrow, but before he could look closer, Matthews' body suddenly began to expand like a balloon, and the next moment a black flame suddenly burst from the depths of his body. It exploded, wrapping the whole person in a short moment.

"what--!"

"Matthews!"

Roja stepped forward abruptly, but it was too late, Matthews screamed in front of him, twitched a little and then died completely, the already dying body quickly turned into a body in a few seconds. A pile of dead bones.

died.

Matthews just died.

Roja looked at the pile of smoking black bones in front of him, his eyes widened unacceptably.

As a sinful cultist, Matthews should not die a pity, but his death should be a clear canon punishment after being judged, or give up information about other hidden cults, not the current situation.

"damn it!"

Matthews, who was about to turn the taint as a witness, died, making the black-haired boy full of anger. Obviously, he was silenced, and he didn't even know he was being manipulated.

It should be Matthews' words to trigger this spell, but can't you say hurry up? At least finish that sentence.

Four hundred years ago, just a point in time, what can I know? Even if I say one more word...

Roja was annoyed with his cane, but there was nothing he could do. He stared gloomily at the corpse of Matthews for a long time, and finally could only give up.

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Half an hour later, a black-haired boy walked off the carriage at Fortes Station, who was Roja who had just dealt with Matthews.

After returning to the third dormitory area and confirming that Melty was safe and protected by the members of the consulting department, Roja immediately rushed over to the battlefield on the other side.

Now that the leader is exposed and dead, it is basically impossible for the cultists to have any reinforcements, but even so, Roja is still a little worried.

The self-sacrifice of Matthews is still in sight. There are too many moths that cultists can play. Paul and others are still inexperienced, and death may be avoided, but there may be serious injuries. Roja is specially here to give people To prolong his life, with the help of the short blade of the saint and Petra, the injuries caused by ordinary cultists can be treated as an emergency.

Of course, another reason was that what Matthews said when he was dying made Roja faintly uneasy.

Perhaps there is something deeper and hard to find spying on the city and the academy. It must be an organization far stronger than the blood sacrifice sect. In any case, now that he has learned this, he must discuss it with Lilian.

After observing for a while, Roja found that there was a fire on the Louise Manor, and immediately determined that it was the place where the battle took place. After quickly climbing over two mountains, Roja rushed to the scene, but his heart sank. The thing is, when I just approached the manor, I burst into tears.

The sound came from it.

Roja, who was shocked, rushed into the manor, but was stunned, because at this time the situation inside was not as heavy as casualties, but rather the opposite.

The members of the operation team of the Ministry of Security were guarding the vital points of the building, and there was no trace of fierce battle on their bodies. After seeing Roja, they hesitated and nodded, but they all looked extremely ugly.

Inside, the few students from the Blue Rose faction were fine, their arms and legs were all healthy, but they were all retching against the wall.

"I can't, I can't vomit."

"Ouch! Brother Roja, you are here, sorry, I... vomit!"

Paul, who found that Roja was coming, wanted to explain the situation, but unfortunately he started to vomit again in the middle of his words. As for Jerlock, the eldest young master of Pender has vomited so much that he can't stand upright.

"Okay, needless to say, I understand."

The strong stench on the nose lingered, and the sobbing of the girls in the Security Department came into the ears, Roja turned his head to look at the entrance to the cellar full of flesh and blood, and frowned for a while.

The most annoying place is finally here.