"Saint, Holy Warrior?!"

Baron Sinatra looked at the holy warrior who suddenly appeared in front of him in a daze, his fat body trembled, and he reacted suddenly.

"Protect me, protect my !!"

The baron let out a pig-killing scream, and was already terrified at the sight of a paladin in front of his eyes......

It seems that he knows exactly what he has done and what the consequences will be!

"Baron Sinatra?"

Looking at the bald man like a fat pig in front of him, looking at this room full of erosive atmosphere, a touch of disgust flashed in Grush's eyes, and he clenched the long sword in his hand.

Drops of water dripped down the blade, down his hair, down the edges of his armor, and there was not a trace of blood on his body.

The maid lying on the bed tightened the quilt with fear in her eyes, but Grush did not look at her.

The holy warrior's gaze was focused on the fat man, and his face was also full of panic, sweating one after another, shrinking into the corner of the big bed, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

Baron Sinatra's thick lips trembled, and after hearing the soft call of the paladin, he hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, it's not me, it's not me......"

didn't even dare to admit his identity, and shrank into a ball after seeing the holy warrior, such a guy turned out to be a nobleman?

He already knew that this world was rotten, but after coming to this ancient kingdom, he refreshed his three views again and again, with such a person, no wonder this country will be rotten and difficult to return.

"You seem to be Baron Sinatra......" Grush sighed, his heart filled with melancholy.

He has not been able to bring any 'justice' to this world, since he has embarked on what he thinks is the 'path of justice', it has been accompanied by a series of killings, because he has not been able to bring any justice and justice, so what he gives to this world and people is only killing!

Countering violence with violence is not a good solution, because it treats the symptoms but not the root cause, but unfortunately, he will only do this way.

After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Grush opened his eyes, anger rekindled in his eyes, and asked the fat pig-like nobleman lightly, "Are you ready to die?"

...... Die?

Suddenly hearing the word, Baron Sinatra was stunned, in his conception the meaning of the word represented was far, far away from him.

Because he was rich, because he was a nobleman, he could not have died, could not have died so soon.

No, he won't die...... I don't want to die either!

"No ......"

Baron Sinatra shook his head blankly, but Grush was not asking questions, but announcing the outcome of the trial.

Seeing that the holy warrior raised his left hand and pointed towards him, Baron Sinatra's eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously raised his hand to protect his face, and shouted miserably: "Ah!!hh

But nothing happened, and when the late servants arrived, the paladin was still standing outside the door, and the maid who was cowering in the corner of the bed looked at her master in a daze.

In everyone's eyes, Baron Sinatra had a crimson glow like blood, which was the sign of 'evil'!

The legendary paladin didn't say anything, silently raised his sword, and only the ugly nobleman was left in his eyes.

The servants stood stiff and did not dare to move, for fear that they too would die by the sword of this holy warrior like their own master—even if their master was not dead now!

"Alas......"

They seemed to hear a sigh, and then the figure of the paladin disappeared in front of them.

"Goo, goo......"

Baron Sinatra, who had not noticed any movement, was about to put his hand down to take a look, but suddenly, the paladin appeared in front of him, and then his chest suddenly ached, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The long sword slice through the baron's trachea, and blood poured into it, recoiling upwards and gushing out of his throat in the baron's subconscious breathing.

Tasting the strong fishy smell in his mouth, Baron Sinatra slowly lowered his head and saw a long sword with a cold light in his chest - Grush was not even willing to attach the holy light to the sword, he thought that killing this guy with the holy light was simply insulting the holy light!

At the sight of the blade, Baron Sinatra raised his head again with difficulty, and held the blade of the sword with his weakly falling hands, as if to imprint the man who killed him in his soul.

"Goo, goo......"

Blood gushed from his throat, and his resentful gaze was condensed on Grush's face, even though Baron Sinatra could no longer say a word, but he still wanted to speak!

- Curse you!

Grush silently drew the long sword [Blazing Sun] inserted into this fat body, and with a swing of the air, threw out the blood entangled in the blade and put it into the sheath.

Turning around and jumping off the soft bed, he looked around the room, and in Grush's eyes, all the valuables here were paid for with the blood and tears of countless people.

[Good and Evil Detection] may not be correct, but in that baron, he felt an incomparably evil aura, and the smell that was more foul than a dung pit had filled the air and lingered in front of his nose.

He doesn't like the country!

The paladin lowered his eyelids, sighed slightly, and then lifted his steps and left the room.

The servants standing in the corridor outside this room saw the paladin coming towards him, and immediately scattered, fearing that he would be cut off by a sword.

The moment Grush stepped out of the room, "curse...... Curse...... You ......"

He froze, and the screams of horror erupted from the fleeing minions, and another voice came from behind him.

Grushh looked back, only to see another Baron Sinatra crawling out of the corpse, his chest also dripping with blood, and blood gushing out of his chest and throat.

"Curse you......"

The Baron Sinatra glared and a faint voice came out of his mouth.

In the next moment, this noble soul like an evil spirit began to deform!

"Ah!!!!h

The screams pierced Grush's eardrums, and his eyes reflected the image of Baron Sinatra—two horns suddenly grew from the soul's head, blood spurted out of the sudden burst of forehead, and disappeared in mid-air, and the skin quickly turned a disgusting purple-black, and strange and terrifying lines grew from the wound on his chest, covering the entire upper body in an instant.

Like the two horns, a thick tail grows from the tail vertebrae, and his arms are covered with a layer of scale armor.

"It's ...... What?" Grush watched in shock.

None of the knowledge in his mind could tell him what the scene in front of him really meant.

He could sense the resentment and anger of this guy, and it looked like a demon, but didn't a demon only be born after the soul fell into the bottomless abyss?

Saliva flowed from the corners of Baron Sinatra's mouth, mixed with blood, and his eyes were bloody and tearful, looking hideous and terrifying.

Whatever it is, this thing is evil!

"Food...... ...... object"

At this time, Grush heard the guy say the second sentence again.

He turned his head to look at the naked maid beside him, his eyes revealing endless longing.

His attention had already been taken away from Grush, and he looked at the maid, his eyes bursting with a lustful glow, "Food!"

"Ah!!h

Seeing the monster reach for it, the maid hugged her head tightly and let out a scream.

Grush drew his sword and slashed —

It's empty!

He turned his head suddenly, only to see a giant red hand that passed through space gripped the monster's body, carrying it away from the main material plane.