Honey, It’s Time To Take Your Medicine!

  Chapter 377 The dirtiest and filthiest evil fetus (4)

   For more than twenty years, a pillar that had supported Augustus collapsed at this time.

Why?

Why?

Why?

what!

   ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

  The pope's elegance and nobility had already disappeared completely at this time. At this moment, only a tearing moan remained in Augustus' throat.

  His eyes were glazed.

   His body convulsed like an electric shock.

  He seemed to be crying, but it was more like a howling at the top of his lungs.

   What rolled down from the corner of his eyes was not tears, but blood, and his tears had already dried up.

  Perhaps, this is what it looks like when you are extremely sad.

For more than twenty years, Augustus has been struggling in pain. The hatred of revenge made Augustus desperately pursue power, but people cannot live in hatred all the time. No matter how determined a person is, he will eventually Under the torment of hatred, he went to collapse step by step.

   Sanity will be lost, will will be broken, and soul will be exhausted.

  During this long period of time, it was Phyllis who kept bringing hope to Augustus.

  Augustus couldn’t forget how excited he was when Rose Felice first appeared in front of him for a short period of tranquility, and his criss-crossed old face was full of tears.

   Augustus couldn't forget how happy he was when Phyllis was able to eat like a human for the first time, like a child.

  He couldn't forget how warm his heart was when Phyllis would still obediently squat beside him even after he had untied the chain.

   I can't forget how hot the temperature of hope was when Phyllis was able to have a normal conversation with herself for the first time, even though there were only a few simple syllables.

hope.

   Those two simple words were an absolute luxury to Augustus.

  How many times, Augustus imagined that when Phyllis could recover completely one day, they would be able to snuggle together and bask in the sun as before.

  I told Phyllis about the changes in the empire and the Holy See over the long period of time.

  Even if Phyllis doesn’t remember anything, it doesn’t matter, even if it starts from babbling, he will always be by Phyllis’ side.

  However, who would have thought that when he came back again, all he could see was a cold corpse.

  He hates, he despairs, he wants to question this **** world, why is it so cruel to himself?

   Even the last bit of light in my own life will be snatched away.

   Two pillars supporting Augustus, one collapsed, how long can the remaining one last?

   It wasn't until after losing Phyllis that Augustus realized that the most important thing in his mind was Phyllis. If Phyllis could survive, he would rather not think about revenge...

  Perhaps, I shouldn't have left the imperial city from the very beginning.

   It's just a pity that when Augustus understood this, it was already too late.

hatred! hatred! hatred!

  All the pain, all the sadness, all the despair, all turned into strong hatred.

   Hatred for this world, hated for that god, hated for the Holy See, hated for the murderer who killed Phyllis, and even hated for herself!

  In the sanctuary, a large number of clergymen looked at each other in blank dismay. When they saw Augustus rushing over at an extremely fast speed, these people were even ready to fight, but who would have thought that it would end up like this?

  For a while, one by one looked at each other, grabbed the weapon in his hand, rushed up to hack Augustus to death, and it was not the same to stay where he was.

  They even felt that Pope Augustus was even more saddened by the death of Phyllis than Ross Weiser's own daughter.

  No one doubted that the blood and tears in the corners of Augustus' eyes and the painful face were faked. They were the release of the most sincere feelings that could never be faked.

  This...what is the situation?

   Was Phyllis really killed by Augustus?

  This weird situation made everyone's hearts uncontrollable to breed doubts.

  Whispering to each other, the sounds of Xixisuosuo continued continuously.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Augustus finally struggled to get up from the ground. At this moment, Augustus has no majesty as the Pope, and is covered in mess and dirt. His eyes, face, and corners of his mouth It was all bright red blood.

  He staggered towards the ice coffin, feeling as if no matter who it was, he could chop Augustus up with a knife.

  However, inexplicably, there was a creepy aura on Augustus.

   Subconsciously, the crowd automatically separated from the middle, and hundreds of clergymen made way for themselves, watching Augustus walk towards the ice coffin step by step.

   creak, creak... creak...

   Augustus's body, it is not known whether it was from the teeth or somewhere else that strange sounds started to come out.

  Under the wrinkled skin, it seemed as if he could peek into the continuous wriggling of strips, and his eyes had turned scarlet.

  Let the bright red sticky blood roll down the cheeks and drip onto the ground.

  Every time his soles fell, large cracks immediately appeared on the hard floor, spreading like spider webs, extending to the walls of the church. The clean white walls were covered with finger-wide cracks.

  Even the sacred cathedral, which hadn't suffered much damage when the earthquake struck, looked like it was about to collapse at any moment.

   Augustus finally moved his body to the front of the ice coffin with difficulty, stroking the cold coffin with his fingers.

  The next moment, with a bang, the ice coffin exploded instantly.

  Countless fine crystal dust drifted in mid-air, eloquently.

   Scattered on the ground, on Felice's face, on Augustus' shoulders.

"Who…"

   "Who killed Phyllis?"

"who is it?"

"who is it?"

"who is it?"

   Augustus kept repeating these words like a neurotic, his voice was not loud, but each word was like a knife stabbing people's hearts.

  Every word carries an irresistible coercion.

  People with insufficient strength can't even bear it at all. They only feel a burst of intense depression and pain between their chest and abdomen, blood spurts from their mouths, and their faces are sluggish.

"who is it?"

"who is it?"

  The voice of Augustus is still echoing in the sanctuary, with a faint echo.

  The terrifying sense of oppression is almost about to become real, like a towering mountain suppressing everyone's heart.

  Even Douglas, Rossweisse, and those powerful great sages couldn't bear the terrifying oppression, and their faces were pale.

   Everyone knows that Augustus is very powerful, but he rarely shows his strength in front of the believers of the Holy See. Ross Weiser was horrified to find that he had misjudged that the Pope was stronger than he imagined.

  Qin Chu's complexion was also solemn, and the weird wriggling under Augustus' skin made him think of Wadsworth involuntarily.

  This world is really **** hopeless.

   Among the three most powerful beings in the human world, Santa Monica is a believer in lust.

   Both Wadsworth and Augustus were contaminated with the blood of the evil god.

   Now only the Sage Mountain is still a piece of pure land.

   There was deathly silence all around, no one dared to speak at this moment, only Qin Chu took a deep breath.

  He walked forward slowly, came to Augustus, and even patted Augustus on the shoulder: "Your Majesty the Pope..."

   "Your Excellency the Brave, are you here too?" Augustus seemed to have just discovered Qin Chu's existence. His voice was a little surprised, and the intense and tumbling madness in his eyes seemed to be a little restrained.

   "Her Majesty Roseweizer invited me and His Majesty Santa Monica to come and watch the ceremony."

   "Her Highness Rossweisse said that you killed Saint Phyllis."

  Qin Chu told the truth shamelessly.

   "His Royal Highness Augustus, tell me this is not true, you are a kind elder, you will never do such a thing, right?"

   "These things must be done by monsters, yes, that guy Romon, he has killed many human masters."

  Romon, if he is a little bit of a scapegoat, he shouldn't have any objections, it's better to say that guy should be very excited.

  However, it doesn't matter whether it is Romon or not. As long as Qin Chu names Roseweisse's name at this time, it is enough to transfer all Augustus' suspicions to Roseweisse.

Sure enough, the pupils of Augustus shrank suddenly, and he looked in the direction of Rossweisse, looking at the Holy Lady, a Cardinal, three former members of the Brave Squad, and four holy The deputy head of the knight order, six archbishops, more than twenty bishops...

   Augustus is by no means an idiot.

  Before, he was only shocked by the scene of Phyllis' death and ignored the surroundings, but now when Augustus saw these people, he immediately understood what was going on in his heart.

   "Your Excellency Brave, you are really a good man." Augustus lowered his eyes and said softly.

  This man may not know how many people's eyes are on him, and the conspiracy and tricks are like chains, entangled him to death.

   "Get out of here." Augustus smiled suddenly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to control it later, and it won't be good if I hurt you."

  This is Augustus' last exhortation.

   However, Qin Chu's complexion was a little strange, and it was really strange to praise himself for being a good person.

  The corner of his mouth was slightly curved, and he would not leave. With such a wonderful performance, no matter what, Qin Chu would definitely see the moment when the curtain came to an end.

   Augustus stared at Roseweisse, and approached Roseweisse step by step.

  His voice was deep and depressed:

   "Bastard with the filthiest and filthiest blood flowing from his body, maybe I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted at the beginning. When you were born in this world, I directly strangled you to death in swaddling clothes."

   "You filthy womb, no matter how much you teach and baptize, you can't change your ferocious and cruel nature."

   "Rossweisse, you actually killed your own mother."

  As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar all around.

  Augustus actually accused Rossweisse of killing Saint Phyllis with his own hands?

  What's the situation?

   Also, what about the filthy evil fetus? Could it be Rossweisse?

   Isn’t the saint the daughter of a god?

   Chapter 4 is here, thank you URANUSS for the reward of 1800 points, thank you Youyou Itachi, thank you for your support.

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