The nail hammer roared, and Marceau took a step back, let the nail hammer pass, and at the same time raised the long knife and pushed it hard. It was unexpectedly held and pushed away by the old man in front of him with the arm guard hidden in his long sleeves, making a sound of tooth-sourcing metal cutting.

The cat took a side step and glanced at the cut sleeve robe. There was a very obvious cut mark on the silver-white metal inside. The long sword with sharp skills is worthy of the legendary name. The cat raised the long sword and smiled happily in front of the old man.

The battle bishop of the Holy Church, the pinnacle of the Half-Step Legend.

"You have good skills and good weapons. I'm very curious. Just watch me increase my blessings to myself and take action. Do you have the confidence to defeat me? I think you are just liberated in your realm. Since you haven't touched the half-step legendary realm, why do you have such confidence?"

"Faith is created by man. Your Excellency Bishop." The cat grinned and smiled.

The next moment, a sacred light shone on Marceau, without the roar hell of imagination, nor the roar hell of surprise. Marceau looked at his dark appearance and suddenly sighed as if he had thought of something: "Preface kills people."

The cat said seriously, and at the same time his smoke changed from pitch black to pale. The cat moved his body: "Mr. Bishop, it seems that you have made a mistake. Now, I should be able to make up for your wrong perception."

"A murderer like you has not yet fallen into depravity... It's ridiculous."

"Yes, just like the Jindun family, who is obviously a murderer, has a bishop like you, a sacred lord. To be honest, I'm very curious that such an evil family will have a bishop. It really makes me wonder what the Holy Lord is thinking."

"Don't guess the gods, and don't blaspheme his majesty, you murderer."

"This sentence is better to wait for your family to go to hell, and then have a good talk with everyone in the Constance family."

Waving the long knife to hold the swinged nail hammer, the sacred beam hit the cat, causing a healing value of hundreds of points. The cat pushed the long knife and brought the old man down with the nail hammer in his hand. The next moment, the cat's fist fell on his face.

The old man was blocking the nail hammer that wanted to make a hole in the cat's head. The second punch knocked the old man's nose, and the next second, the old man roared and waved the nail hammer, but this time there was still a long knife blocking the track of the nail hammer. The cat's fist fell on the old man's face again. This time, the old man, whose left eye was directly blinded, hit the cat with the mace in his hand as he wished.

But a green value representing the healing effect appears in Marceau's battle record.

Waving the long sword, he cut off the old man's right hand holding the hammer, and looking at himself with confusion, the cat shook his head: "In your eyes, I am a murderous villain, but the God of Revenge knows, Mrs. Ella knows, now it seems that even your Holy Lord knows, have you seen it? I can only have a healing effect on me when hit by your holy mace, so I have to tell you regretfully, just like my friend said... My heart and actions are not stained at all, they are all justice. I kill to calm the resentment of the dead; I commit sins to make the dream come true for those who are vengeful."

Withdrawing the long sword, Marceau looked at the old man in front of him. He did not wail or scream. The old man laughed wildly. As he smiled, he started crying again.

"I don't want to be with my family. I would rather be a priest, but I am a member of the Kington family after all. I regret it because of my identity in the temple, but as my father told me, I was born Hitling Kington... I think it should be Hitling Kington when I die." At this point, the old man cried again: "Because I am the son of a sinner, and my child is also a sinner. He didn't even know that his family had done evil things, but was killed by you today..." Then the old man laughed again, and he stretched out his hand to strangle Marceau's neck: "Kill me, if I want me, I will kill you!"

The cat pushed away the hand that strangled its throat with its left hand. The cat pulled out the dagger from its waist and penetrated the old man's left eye socket with one sword. Then he pulled out the dagger with his backhand and swept it horizontally. An old head then drew a curve in the air and finally landed on the floor.

He turned around and shook off the blood from the sword body of the short sword. The cat looked at the white-light humanoid standing outside the door, and everyone who rushed in after hearing the sound, smiled: "Salute to you, the Holy Lord."

"You are really a little annoying." Although the Holy Lord said this, he did not make any moves that would make everyone happy or regretful. Mrs. Ella and His Highness Kintav, who were standing beside Marceau, took two steps forward, and used silence to highlight what Marceau did.

"Salute to Mrs. Ella, to the Holy Lord, to His Highness Kintav." The Bishop of the Anonymous did not care about the current tension. He called the honorary title of everyone present in one breath, and then looked at Marceau: "Are you the murderer?"

"Salute to you, Lord Bishop." Marceau bowed his chest.

"Why do you need Hitling? He is the only person with a conscience in the Kington family."

"Because I have said that the Jindun family has been lying on the corpses of the Contes family for too long, so some people almost forgot how many things they did that night were angry with each other. Chang Tangren said one thing, if retribution cannot come, they should push it and let the retribution get what they wished." Mrs. Lily said this, signaling the young man who came out of the void and Hitling's soul to move towards the Holy Lord: "I will return this child and Hitling's soul to you, the Holy Lord, this is the only two souls in this family that are worth saving. If you think this matter can end here, then we can say goodbye."

"Remember, little thing, no matter how long you serve this world in the future, my temple will not welcome you," turned his head and looked at Marceau. The Holy Lord was about to leave with Hitling and his child's soul, and the child looked at Marceau before leaving: "Hello, why did you kill me."

"Because your family fell asleep on the corpses of innocent people and ate the flesh and blood of innocent people... Decades ago, a child as old as you died because of the greed and greed of your ancestors... So, I'm sorry." To be innocent and heartache, Marceau only apologized for this child, because he changed his fate and ended his life with his own hands.

"Is this true? Will you kill everyone in my family?" the little guy continued to ask.

"Yes, because this is the retribution they deserve." Marceau continued to answer.

"Will I see everyone again?" As soon as the little guy asked, his father stretched out his hand and grabbed him: "We're leaving."

The old man said as he looked at Marceau, and then followed the Lord of the Holy with his children. Seeing them disappearing into the portal, Marceau sighed slightly.

Everyone will pay the price for their choices, but sometimes the reason for paying the price is that you stand too high.
Chapter completed!