I turned into a beautiful girl

ah! My body has become so cold...

Although I couldn't feel much pain, I could still feel the blood flowing from the wound. All living things should be afraid of the passing of life, but I am more looking forward to the end of my life as soon as possible.

Can't see clearly anymore...

Everything in front of me has become blurry. I can't remember where I am or what I was doing just now. Except for the memories from a year or two ago, the only thing I can remember recently is those gorgeous silver hair.

It was she who helped me free myself from this uncontrolled killing, it was she who cut off my sins.

"If I could... I would like to sincerely thank you again..."

The thoughts in my mind turned into words involuntarily, but to me, they sounded like vague whines.

I really want to see my parents and Xiaomei again...

They are obviously my closest relatives, but I can't seem to remember their appearance clearly. My heart, which was about to stop beating, became sour. It was a feeling even more uncomfortable than the pain I was experiencing now.

If I had not signed a contract with the devil, would I be living happily with Xiaomei and my parents now?

Unrealistic thoughts kept popping up in my head, and I knew this was a question that had no answer. Even if I didn't sign a contract with the devil at that time, Xiaomei would still be taken away by debt collectors. If that's the case, it would be better for me as the older sister to turn into a weirdo.

So if the contract is signed successfully, will everything be different?

I couldn't see anything anymore, and the endless darkness was gradually approaching me. No one can give me the correct answer to my question.

I failed to sign a contract with the devil and killed the sinner who came to collect debts and rob people. At the same time, I became a criminal... Before my trial was over, I was captured and used for human experiments.

"Bai Wenfeng!!!"

The uncontrollable anger turned into a scream of curse, transforming himself into a machine that lost its thinking and allowed murderous intent to run rampant. That hateful man was a more hateful existence than the devil.

If possible, I really want to kill that bastard and die again! ! !

For me who can't even move my fingers at this moment, this is just the last delusion before death.

I am cold……

Mom, Dad, and Xiaomei, where are you...

I'm so cold... I really don't want to die, I really want to see you again...

Tears streaked down my cheeks, and the hot temperature seemed to burn me. I want to cry hard, but I can't even do that now.

It's getting darker and colder.

Is this what death feels like?

"Now is not the time for you to fall down. It's your last experiment. Let's see if my research calculation is correct!"

"Bai Wenfeng!!!"

Are you not going to let me go even to death? ! This hateful scumbag! ! !

The body seemed to be pierced into something, and the flow of life stopped and was replaced by frantic killing intent and huge vitality. I wanted to stop this from happening, but it was already too late.

——I became Astaroth once again.

…

Red flames spread on this floor, and the blazing red light filled the entire field of vision. The terrifying heat like waves distorted the entire space, and the heat seemed to evaporate the water in the entire atmosphere.

He stared silently at the abnormal existence that broke free from the corpse of the sheep-headed monster and had scars all over his body. That was Moroko's father, who was said to be the leader of the "Moroko" clan.

The stagnant brain had no way of understanding what happened in reality. Moloko took a few steps back unsteadily, his mouth wide open in surprise.

"W-Why?!"

Unanswered questions leaked from Moloko's lips, and hot tears overflowed from her eyes, burning down her cheeks. The slender body was shaking violently. Facing the monstrous murderous Moro, Moro's fighting spirit was as strong as the lingering snow in spring.

"Dad, Dad! What happened?! It's me! I'm Moroko!"

Looking at Moro who was approaching him step by step, Moro Ke was tearing his throat and screaming, hoping to use this to wake up the person closest to him.

There was no stagnation at all, as if Moloko's voice was not heard. Against the backdrop of the exploding red flames, Moro's emerald eyes were filled with nothingness.

"Dad?! I'm Moroko!!!"

His throat felt as hot as if it was being burned, and his rapidly beating heart felt like it had been hit hard. Facing the approaching danger of Moro Na, Moro Ke had no intention of dodge.

Hot tears continued to flow from his eyes, and he leaned weakly on the wall behind him. Moloko's thinking fell into extreme confusion.

An out-of-control rage of murderous intent broke out, breaking into Moro's sight, allowing himself to be controlled by the false hostility in his body. Moloko's steel-hard right hand pinched Moloko's tender white neck, and the pain of suffocation distorted Moloko's lovely face.

"Why, why..."

Looking at the face of the close relative in front of him, the puzzled question escaped from Moloko's little mouth with difficulty. The blood-stained Kodachi was tightly held in her little hand, but Moro Ke couldn't break Moro's body with it.

His vision became extremely blurred, and his brain felt like it was about to explode. The white cheeks turned red due to congestion, and the small sword held tightly in his hand was slightly raised, but Moloko was still unable to hurt the close relative in front of him.

The boundless darkness gradually approached Moloko, and like a collapsed bridge, her consciousness gradually faded away. Fierce tears slid down uncontrollably, mixed with the blood oozing from the scar on her cheek, and fell onto Moro's wrist, which was holding her neck tightly.

"Gu! Xiao, Xiao Luo——"

A hoarse voice struggled to escape from Moro's mouth, and the strength of his hands relaxed for a moment. A hint of sadness flashed in his green emerald eyes, and he seemed to recognize Moloko's existence.

"..."

Although the power to lock his throat has weakened slightly, the restriction on Moroko's breathing still exists. She wanted to respond to her father's call, but under the pain of suffocation, Moloch could not make any sound at all.

Tears burst from his eyes, and uncontrollable sadness surged from Moloko's chest. Bloodshot green eyes met Moro's lost gaze, and Moro could only hope to wake up his father.

"I, I can't control myself anymore! Xiao Luo, do it!"

Tearing his own throat, not wanting his daughter to die due to his loss of control, Moloko's hoarse screams poured into Moloko's eardrum.

"B-but-woo!"

She got a brief breath, but before Moloko could turn her inner thoughts into words, the strength of Moloko's hands increased again, so that Moloko could only let out a weak whine.

"My soul and body are dead! Xiao Luo, take action! You won't hurt me, dad, but you are, liberating me..."

The volume gradually weakened, turning all his inner thoughts and longing for Moloko into words. A gentle brilliance flashed across Moloko's pupils, and then the jewel-like dark green pupils were once again occupied by coldness.

The delicate body was trembling violently, and the tears and snot made Moloko's beautiful face look like a mess. Letting a weak cry escape from his small mouth, Moloko's right hand holding the knife slowly lifted up again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As a shrill wail rushed out of Moroko's small mouth, crimson flames burned on the cold blade. While bursting into wailing, Mo Luoke outlined a fiery red slash of light.

A deep scar was opened on the already bloody body, and the pain of the muscle being cut made Moro loosen his hands. Seizing the moment when Moro's power was lost, Moro Ke suddenly kicked him in the abdomen, stretching the distance between himself and Moro to the limit.

His body was shaking continuously. Compared with the pain from the split scars on his body, the strange presence of his father in front of him made Moloko feel the pain as if his heart was being torn into pieces.

Just like what Moro said just now, Moro could feel that the father standing in front of him was already dead, both in soul and body. The reason why he is able to move is because of the strange magic power emanating from his body. At this moment, Moro is just like a puppet on strings.

As for what he just said, it was probably a fragment of his soul that remained in this body.

"Dad, I will help you get revenge."

Looking at his father who was possessed by hypocritical murderous intent in front of him, Moloko wiped away the tears that kept overflowing. Suppressing the pain of being torn apart in his heart, the unyielding fire residing in his green eyes burned fiercely once again.

He raised the blood-stained Kodachi in his hand and allowed the remaining magic power in his body to burn into the red flames of the Moro family. The confusion in Moro Ke's heart was burned away.

"..."

Silently staring at Moloko with the sword in front of him, the crimson flames condensed into a blazing red blade in compliance with Moloch's will. It seems that as the core of the sheep-headed monster, a lot of magic power was consumed. At this moment, the magic power held by Moro and Moro Ke seems to be about the same.

"ha!!!"

The floor shattered into powder under Moloko's kicks, and a shrill roar of fighting spirit rushed out of Moloko's blood-stained mouth. Thinking of his body as a taut bow and loose arrow feathers, carrying everything he owned, Moloko turned into a projectile and sacrificed the fiery flames to Moloch.

"Pong!!!"

With a burst of light-catching speed, the flaming red blade and the explosive Kodachi clashed fiercely. The magic power and fire particles dispersed excitedly, and the smooth floor tiles were instantly broken into pieces.

The killing intent and the fighting intent collided, and the emptiness of nothingness and the unyielding sadness bit each other.

Turning her grief into the fuel of red flames, without retreating or escaping, Moloko decided to face the obstacles that were tormenting her heart head-on.

"Absolutely! Absolutely, daddy, I must free your body and the remaining fragments of your soul!!!"

Letting out a war cry declaring his will, Moloko suddenly took a step forward and met the empty eyes that lacked soul fluctuations. Unable to bear the thought of his relatives being treated as puppets, his anger further fueled Moloko's magic power.

The long and beautiful legs rolled up a ferocious whirlpool and drew a violent arc of explosive wind. Moroko's kick hit Moroco's side hard. The heavy combat boots bit into Moroco's bleeding flesh, and he flew out from under Moroco's kick before he could even cry out.

The back smashed the glass of the laboratory, and the broken glass shards penetrated into Moro's back. As if he couldn't feel the pain, he pressed his hand on the ground filled with broken glass. Moro, who didn't care that even his palm was pierced, slowly got up.

Xiumei frowned tightly, and her bloodshot pupils became hot again. Looking at his father's embarrassed posture with tears in his eyes, Moloko's face was distorted by bitter emotions.

Moloko gritted his teeth fiercely and held the Kodachi tightly, as if he wanted to crush the wooden handle. Ignoring the tears welling up from her eyes, Morocco slowly moved forward.

Rather than choosing a thunderous pursuit, as if he wanted to imprint his father's face into his memory again, Moloko deliberately slowed down his pace.

The lost killing intent once again condensed, and it roared like a beast. After regaining his strength, Moro re-locked Moloko's position, raised the weakened flame blade in his hand, and launched a bamboo-breaking attack on Moloko.

Looking at the fierce flames coming straight at him, Moro did not dodge or dodge. Moloko, who turned to move closer, regarded the Kodachi in his hand as his own shield, and used the skills his father taught him to fight back.

"Pong!"

The buzz of the clash of swords and halberds sounded again, and Moroco's straight slash was deflected with clever swordsmanship. His defenseless gap was completely exposed in front of Moroco.

He bit his lower lip hard, stirring up a blazing heat wave. With the tapping of Moloko's small hand, the slicing red light descended on Moloko's body.

The smelly rotten blood splashed onto Moloko's cheek, and the warm feeling made her frown. The movement of his hand stagnated for a moment, and Moro Ke's momentary flaw was tightly grasped by Moro Ke.

Even the flesh being cut open failed to delay Moro's actions, and even the screams did not come out, as if the scars engraved on his body were illusory. Quickly withdrawing the detached slash, Moro swung a majestic crimson arc towards Moro Ke, who was momentarily stagnant.

The scorching red light illuminated Moloko's panicked face, arousing the powerlessness in her body. As the dark yellow magic circle suddenly appeared in front of Moloko, the rock wall that burst out of the ground became her. Wait for shield.

Unable to withstand Moro's full body blow, the thick rock formation was torn into pieces. However, the chopping trajectory outlined by Moroco also stalled for a moment, which was enough to give Moroco a chance to react.

The brutal slashing light released by the slim Kodachi collided with the hot crimson arc. While the explosive wind surged in all directions, Moroko's wind-breaking kick pierced Moro's chest.

There was no way to react after the sword exchange. Facing Moro's Kungaku kick, he was kicked out again. The body hit the ground hard, then rolled backwards like a dam, and did not stop until it hit the wall at the end of the room.

The body that was already in tatters was even more bruised at the moment. It would not be surprising if other people had already lost consciousness. It would not be surprising that the serious injuries were engraved on Moro's body, but he felt nothing and stood up again. Like a walking corpse, Moro's body simply moved according to the magic power of killing.

Sure enough, it was just an ordinary fatal injury and there was no way to stop Dad...

--No! He is no longer my father!

Denying the unknown existence in front of him with the face of his dearest relative, his emerald eyes filled with sadness and anger were burning with eternal red flames. Increasing the strength of holding the knife and reviving her will, Mo Luoke made a conscious decision.

The shattered slashing flames rekindled on Moro's body, and he lacked the sense of pain and exploded with speed that surpassed the physical body. The fierce cutting arc rushed towards Moloko's body.

"Bang!!!"

The burning flames were washed away, and the crazy Zhan Yan collided with the determined red flames.

Moloko, who was obviously on the defensive side, suppressed the attacking Moloko, and the balance between magic power and strength gradually tilted in the direction of Moloko.

"ha!!!"

A roar that unleashed all the fighting spirit in her body rushed out from Moloko's small mouth, bursting out with ferocious power. Moloko pushed back her magic power and took a few steps back.

There was no chance for Moro to recover, and the vicious air wave was rolling around. Using an explosive flying kick, Moloko was kicked backwards again due to Moloko's intentional actions.

Driving the remaining magic power in the body, unprecedented heat condensed in the Kodachi in Moroko's hand. The atmosphere was distorted, and the sun's dazzling red burned on the blade.

His eyes wet with tears stared at Moro who hit the wall, and wiped away the unbearable tears that fell down his cheeks.

tears. Moloko suddenly took a step forward, bursting out with a power that tore everything into pieces, and a blazing slash was drawn in the void.

The space let out a shrill wail, as if all the moisture in the air had evaporated, and the scorching red color occupied the entire floor. The flames that burned everything rushed towards Moro, and the heat beat out like a furious wave.

All angles of avoidance were blocked. Facing the heat that could burn even bones, the redness of death magnified in Moro's pupils. The driving force of the magic power was melted by the blazing flames and thunder, and Moroco, who stood sluggishly on the spot, was directly hit by the flames offered by Moroco.

The air became boiling, scorching hot as it surged through the floors. The endless red flames are constantly burning Moro's body, and the burning flames are constantly devouring Moro's soul.

His throat and lungs were tortured by the burning heat of the flames, and the painful anxiety constantly stimulated Moloko's nerves. Sweat and blood mixed together to wet Moloko's clothes. Staring at her father who was burning in his red face, tears poured out from her jewel-like pupils.

"Thank you, Xiao Luo! You must live happily—"

The missing piece of soul became Moro's last consciousness, and words of thanks and blessings came from his mouth. The emerald-green eyes flashed with tragic light and shadow. After imprinting his daughter's figure into his soul, Moro was swallowed up by the flames - transcended.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

Uncontrollable sadness poured into Moloko's heart like a flood that burst a dam, and his fighting spirit completely dissipated. All the strength and magic power in his body were lost together, and Moloko fell to his knees on the ground and cried loudly.