I, a mercenary, became a beautiful silver-haired boy

Chapter 1004

Seeing that Elena noticed this, the young believer looked a little panicked. He took out a short blade from his bosom and pointed it at Elena and shouted

"Don't... don't come over! I... I won't say anything. Don't... don't try to get any information about the great evil god cult from me!"

This look has no deterrent power at all. Elena will not be frightened by such a weak roar.

Elena approached slowly with slow steps, as if he could arouse the other party's fear, and it felt like playing with the other party.

Others just watched from behind, looking at Elena's back in silence. Although it was not obvious, Elena's personality sometimes had some bad tastes, and he always liked to play such bullying behaviors.

Even the evil god believers had an impression of Elena's face. It was not difficult to see from the other party's title of silver-haired angel that he was a person who stood on the side of light and must hate their evil god cult.

Even the top leaders of the evil god cult knew about Elana's identity as a white dragon half dragon, but they didn't make any moves, after all, they didn't want to expose themselves.

After all, he was a new believer, and this young man's mentality was not firm enough. Although his faith was trustworthy, it didn't mean that he wouldn't be afraid of death and threats.

Looking at Elana who was getting closer and closer, his heart was beating like a drum, and his whole body was so scared that his legs were shaking as if he couldn't stand up straight.

When he thought that he would fall into the hands of the Kingdom of Solons, he would definitely suffer from horrible interrogation. He was not strong and even fragile in mind, and he began to have difficulty breathing.

Rather than suffering additional physical torture, he might as well be freed earlier. With this idea in mind, the young believer directly put the short blade across his neck, gritted his teeth and wiped his neck directly.

"Cough... cough... cough... ah...!"

The young believer even laughed, as if he wanted to say something, but with his throat cut and his mouth full of blood bubbles, he could only make some meaningless groans.

However, from his smug expression, he seemed to think that it was a very happy thing to sacrifice for the evil god and hinder the Kingdom of Solons and Elena.

His mentality can also represent other evil god cults. Facing death, not only did he not feel pity and regret, but he had strange positive emotions. Thinking about it carefully, it was really scary.

Soon the young believer closed his eyes, with a relieved expression on his face, just quietly waiting for death, waiting for the end of life.

However, after he closed his eyes for a long time, he was about to fall asleep because of sleepiness. The imagined interruption of consciousness did not come, and even the pain in his neck disappeared.

The young believer thought that this was the reward for returning to the arms of the evil god after death. His body transcended the pain and rushed to the new world, and his face was already somewhat uncontrollably smiling.

But after a while, he realized that something was wrong. He could still hear the rustling sounds of Irina's companions laughing and talking.

He opened his eyes and found that Irina was standing in front of him, with his arms folded and a smile on his face, even as if he was greeting him.

If the angels in the new world looked like Irina, the young believer who thought he was dead would probably feel very happy.

But no matter how slow he was, he should have found that he was not dead at all. After all, the underground space was still filled with the stench of blood.

He subconsciously touched his neck, and the perfect incision had completely disappeared. The fatal wound he had worked hard to cut seemed to be non-existent.

"Hallucination?!"

The young believer exclaimed, thinking that Irina in front of him had used some ability to make him have the illusion that he had committed suicide.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the bloody short blade next to him, and stabbed his heart directly in front of Irina.

His heart was pierced, and he felt his body gradually getting colder and he gradually lost consciousness. This time, he seemed to be really heading towards death.

The young believer wanted to see Elena's reaction, but his weak body had no strength to open his eyes, so he closed them directly.

So cold... so lonely... but I... I am so happy.

The young believer on the verge of death had such a thought. Death is not a pleasant thing, but when he thought that he died for the evil god, his heart was still full of happiness.

In the haze, he seemed to see the true face of the evil god, and he wasA beautiful black-haired woman gradually descended from the sky, as if to take away this loyal believer.

Although the outside world is saying that the evil god is a man, for the believers of the evil god cult, the evil god is ever-changing. There are a hundred different images of the evil god among a hundred believers. After all, he is a god in the sky. As long as the believers are willing, the evil god can transform into any posture.

For the young believer, the evil god in his mind is a gentle woman. Holding him in his arms, the cold body gradually becomes warm, the weak body gradually becomes strong, and even the old illness that has accumulated before, which has made him cough at any time, has improved all of a sudden.

At this time, the young believer really felt that he was in a new world. This unprecedented comfort was something he had never felt in his life.

The evil god in front of him was very beautiful. In order to see the god he had always believed in, the young believer tried to open his eyes and tried to see the blurry figure in front of him.

But gradually, the beautiful black-haired woman began to overlap with someone else's figure, and her gentle face also overlapped with a proud face.

The young believer felt a little strange, and he subconsciously rubbed his eyes with both hands. Thanks to this action, his eyes, which were originally unclear, finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

After a closer look, he was surprised to find that the one who was giving him warmth was not the evil god who welcomed him to the new world, but the white-haired, golden-eyed, and extremely delicate Elena.

The other party didn't hold him at all. The reason why he felt so warm as if he was back in his mother's arms was simply because Elena was casting healing magic on him.

The fatal injury caused by the young believer's self-harm was healed in just a moment under Elena's powerful healing magic. Except for the blood and physical strength that could not be recovered, the wounds were healed in an instant.

The reason why the young believer could not die was not because of any illusion, but because Elena cured him.