At the same time, the figure of the witch old churchman fell heavily.

The limbs were deformed and bone spurs on the twisted arms pierced from the skin.

The other party's extremely violent wailing sound also came out!

But now Simon has no interest in caring about those things.

He just turned his head and watched the young woman breaking through the walls of the mansion, like a tank hitting in.

The pale yellow earthly god pattern is attached to the blood-stained white satin.

The golden hair shines brightly under the full Gemini moon.

In her hand, she was holding a giant execution hammer that was one and a half tall, and her delicate face was filled with solemn prayer.

All of this looks flawless.

Except for the sticky minced meat and human hair that were sticking to her side face, it looked very...besides the meal—

Looking at this young and beautiful woman, Simon felt that her hair, which was almost tossed by the players, was about to fall off again.

The supreme saint of the Earth Mother's teachings...Elitoya.

To be honest, Simon is more willing to use the language of the Scourge Red Stars - the ‘human-shaped tank’ to describe the other party.

Yes.
Chapter completed!