The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated: 114 “Blood Night”

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"Woo...oooo..."

In the woods not far from the camp, Magret was crying like a kid who was being bullied, and the crying was sad.

"My Melika...My Melika..."

The thought that the only woman she loves is lying in the arms of another man now, and the other man threatens her to never pester her anymore, Margray's tears can't stop no matter what.

"It should be mine... it's mine..."

Margret became sad the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, causing more and more tears to flow, even his nose.

Such embarrassment, since the age of seven, he has never appeared on Magret again. This shows how sad Magret is.

"I will not give up... I will never give up..."

Margret kept persuading himself like this.

"There must be a chance...chance..."

Although Magret had the urge to collapse to the ground when he thought of Sheehan's threat, he really couldn't do it if he wanted him to give up Melika.

After all, in any case, this man's obsession with Melika was so high that he was willing to give up his status as a nobleman to get what he wanted. Even if he was afraid of Sean, Magret didn't want to give up.

Of course, Magret was really scared by Sheen, and he didn't dare to think of revenge.

If it weren't for this, I'm afraid that Sean would not necessarily let Magret go. Even if he didn't kill him in the camp, he would find a way to solve Magret to avoid trouble in the future.

The current Margray really hates and fears Sheen, losing the idea of ​​resistance, and unwilling to give up Melika like this.

So Magret could only mutter.

"He can't stay with Melika forever. Sooner or later, Melika will still be alone..."

At that time, I will take Melika away, go far and fly, and spend my life in a place where no one can find it.

As long as you can get Melika, Magret feels that no matter how hard a life is, he can live a good life.

"That guy is not a god, it is impossible to know where Melika and I have gone..."

Margret made this idea.

As for Melika's willingness or not, it's not within Magret's consideration.

As Sheen said, Magret ignored Melika's wishes from beginning to end. It can be said to be extremely selfish or extremely self-feeling.

Margret lives in his own script and the world. Even Melika is just a role in his script and the world. Even if it is the heroine, that should be decided according to his heart. .

For this reason, Sheehan said that in essence, Magret is no different from the rest of the nobles, except that others are conscious, but he is not conscious. He does not have the slightest knowledge that he is doing bad things. Instead, he feels that he is doing something. Everything is correct.

"Okay! That's it!"

Magray, who had made up his mind, wiped his nose and tears, and revived.

"I will wait until the moment the opportunity comes, no matter how long it takes."

Magray made up his mind and turned around, preparing to return to the camp.

However, Magret didn't expect this to be the last move in his life.

Because, as soon as he turned around, a dark shadow appeared silently behind him.

"Pouch!"

The sharp blade penetrated Magret's body, pierced through his back, and then leaked out of his chest, bringing out a large swath of blood.

"Uh..."

Margret froze there, and after a while, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the sharp blade from his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.

At this moment, another hand reached out and pressed Magret's head.

"Boom!"

As a burst of firelight flashed, the flames enveloped Magret's body and burned it to death.

Margray didn't even have time to utter a scream, and he couldn't even realize that his life had been lost, so he didn't even leave any wreckage and was completely destroyed.

Until then, the hand holding Magret was retracted, allowing the figure of an old man to appear in this space.

"Finally caught up."

The old man looked at the campsites of the bonfires in the distance, smiling gloomily.

As for the person who was just killed by him, he is no longer in his memory.

"Master Bedo."

The black shadow that pierced Magret's body with a sharp blade also showed the whole picture. It was a man with a large horse, all supporting the old man.

These people are just the executioners of the old demons.

They finally caught up with the **** team.

"What is the status of the investigation?"

Bedo asked casually.

"There are already results."

Bedo's subordinates whispered.

"There are a total of 118 people in the camp, almost all of them are human races."

"Among them, there are three people below level 30, 87 people between level 30 and 40, 23 people between level 40 and 50, and levels between 50 and 60. There are three people in between, and there are two people in the sixties and above."

"According to the reports of the personnel who possess the [Identification] skills and [Reconnaissance] skills, one of the two is at level seventy-seven, which should be Lord Kilian, and the other is level sixty-eight, which should be here The tallest person."

Hearing the report, Bedo sneered.

"There are actually people under 30? And there are three in total? It seems that Ramijon really can't send any decent combat power to **** Kylian."

Beto's wariness of this camp has dropped several times.

With this level of combat power, even if Bedo doesn't take action by himself, I am afraid that he can easily slaughter him clean, right?

"Probably it was for merit, so the leader of Ramígyon didn't want to ask for help from the rest of the towns in the territory." Bedo easily saw through the cause and effect, and sneered: "No matter what era the human race is With such hopelessness, when will these eye-catching races be killed?"

The disgust revealed in Bedo's words is simply stronger than Kilian.

The rest of the people performed similarly, as if the next job was to get their hands dirty and had to clean up the trash, their faces were full of disgust and helplessness.

This is the existence of the old demons.

So, whether it is Bedo or the rest of the old demons, they will not push the enemy as much as ordinary villains, but will only have the mentality of clearing the garbage, as if doing the same boring work. Yes, the killing was repeated.

It's the same this time.

"Do you want to rush in directly? Lord Bedo?" the subordinate asked: "The barrier around the camp has been breached by us, and those human races should find out soon."

"Then do the preparatory work before that." Bedo waved his hand and said: "Send some people to sneak in and save Killian, lest the human dogs jump the wall and kill the hostages first. No matter if it’s setting up barriers or destroying roads, we will send some people around to carry out blockade work. Anyway, none of those human races will be able to escape."

Speaking, Bedo licked his **** finger.

"This time it is still the old rule. When the pre-work is done, we will start to kill."

"Whether it is a male or female, or which race, even the demons, those who mix with the human race will only be traitors."

"Kill me all, don't keep any of them."

So the executioners started their actions.

The **** night begins here.