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The Banshee, who was not far away, witnessed the orcs devour all the undead bones.

My whole being felt terrible.

As his eyes twitched wildly, the beliefs he held dear in his heart crumbled completely.

He murmured unconsciously:

"Why? Huh? Why?"

"Shouldn't they be screaming in agony, their intestines rupturing and tearing apart?"

"Shouldn't they have decayed and become spirits?"

Why would the god of death play such a joke on me?

The neurotic, wailing banshee suddenly burst into maniacal laughter:

"Hahaha, I get it, it's an illusion, it must be an illusion."

"No wonder there are orcs from the wilderness in human villages; it turns out they never existed at all."

"This is all a trick used by humans."

A succubus who consummates her own beliefs in order to prevent her shattered worldview from being completely lost.

He forced himself to come up with a hallucinatory reason.

Dorothy was speechless for a moment.

She raised the buzzer in her hand and spun around a few times on the spot.

With the help of cartoon special effects,

It quickly underwent a glamorous transformation.

He became that cunning and shrewd magician.

"Hey, Ghost Woman, you look like you're in a lot of pain."

"Let this queen cast her spell to dispel all your unhappiness, Doro!"

Dorothy's words startled the self-hypnotic Banshee, bringing her back to her senses for a moment:

"Wh-what?"

"What kind of magic are you talking about?"

She looked down and found that the little one had changed into a different outfit without her noticing.

The stick that was swinging back and forth in his hand also transformed into a magic wand.

He was even chanting some very strange incantations.

"This isn't right~, this isn't right~, let's all fly away~."

Whoosh! A purple light flashed past.

The wailing banshee, who had been in a daze, suddenly froze.

She sensed that something was wrong with her.

The various resentments and negative emotions that had been lingering in my mind were now being detached from my main consciousness.

This caused her great pain, and she let out a bloodcurdling scream:

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"Who is it? Who is tearing my soul away?"

"I am the Screaming Banshee, an embodiment of resentment and negative emotions."

"What would I be if I lost these resentments?"

She covered her head and shook it frantically.

An attempt to prevent the division from the depths of the soul.

Unfortunately, Dorothy, being a boss, even though her level was lower than the elite monster on the other side, had higher maximum stats.

So no matter how much the Banshee struggles.

She couldn't stop the resentment and negative emotions from leaving her body.

There was a loud popping sound.

A jet-black substance emerged from the soul of the howling banshee.

In mid-air, it transformed into a chibi-style little devil with bat wings.

It split open its large, serrated mouth and emitted a sharp, metallic laugh:

"Hehehehe! Finally, I don't have to listen to that crazy woman's wailing anymore!"

"Just kill someone, why bring up this tragic finale?"

"It's so satisfying to hear her screams when her intestines are ripped out, who wants to hear her whimpering and moaning?"

The little devil suddenly grabbed his ear and shouted angrily:

"Ugh!!! Every day it's just pretentious nonsense like 'Despair is a musical note' and 'Death is a poem'."

"It's so noisy it's giving me a headache."

"True evil is being able to sever a throat when you want to, and chew up an eyeball when you want to!"

He pointed fiercely at the banshee, gritting his teeth as he berated her:

"And your pretentious tricks should have been thrown into the cesspool long ago."

The accused succubus made no move.

He lowered his head as if he had lost his mind.

"Hehehe, why aren't you refuting it?"

"Didn't you not want me to leave?"

The little devils flew around the wailing banshee, their expressions utterly seductive:

"Come on, beg me, and maybe I'll consider giving you some of my evil intentions."

"Let you become the Screaming Banshee again."

He moved closer to the ghost woman, wanting to see her expression.

To their horror, they discovered that the familiar face had undergone a complete transformation.

His originally vicious and frenzied appearance now seemed quite peaceful.

There is even a sense of inviolability and sacredness in it.

This drastic change startled the little devil, who darted away from the banshee in a flash.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The banshee slowly raised her head, and her whole appearance was no longer sinister and terrifying.

Tears streamed down her face with a smile, her hands clenched into fists in front of her chest.

"I am Adriana, the saintess of a fallen kingdom!"

"He was once a servant of God, and a sinner who fell from grace through betrayal."

"Now, by a stroke of luck, I have been given a new lease on life."

"I will use this sinful body to bring redemption to the world."

The Banshee emanated a faint holy light, and the burning imps sizzled all over.

"Ouch, that hurts so much!!"

"What the hell are you doing? Is this still the Banshee of Screaming?"

"Whose banshee can emit holy light?"

"This is absolutely outrageous."

The little devil, unwilling to believe it all, quickly hid behind a big tree.

He stuck his head out and warned:

"Damn banshee, stop right now!"

"We are two sides of the same coin."

"If I am purified by your holy light, then you will forever lose half of your soul power and memories."

"Even the [Undying Mark] in the Necropolis will disappear."

Adriana remained unmoved by the imp's threat.

She has been wallowing in resentment for far too long.

Now that we've finally escaped this predicament, we can't afford to hesitate at all.

Let this most vile and evil entity in the world completely vanish from this world.

With that thought in mind, Adriana opened her arms.

He began to sing sacred songs.

A burst of holy light erupted from her body, sweeping across the entire village like a tide.

The villagers, who had previously suffered a mental shock, felt a warm glow in their bodies.

The panicked thoughts gradually subsided.

As for the little devils that kept dodging, they slowly perished amidst their screams.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"You're crazy, you crazy woman."

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have left your body."

"In my next life, I want to be a thoroughly enjoyable villain..."

His voice gradually weakened, and finally his black body was completely swallowed by the holy light.

Vanished without a trace.

"Huff~ huff~ huff~ huff..."

The Banshee, having just unleashed her holy light, gasped for breath.

She felt a wave of weakness.

Originally an elite template of level 8.

However, because half of his soul was purified, his level dropped to level four.

And the elite template was thus shattered.

The entire soul became erratic and unstable.

But this did not disappoint the succubus; instead, a sense of joy and relief filled her heart.

She murmured to herself with a hint of excitement:

"Thanks to God's forgiveness, I have been freed from the torment of resentment."

"Your kindness will be praised forever by Adriana."

The ghost woman knelt on the ground and began to pray to the six purple moons in the sky.

This greatly displeased Dorothy, who had been watching the whole thing unfold.

She skipped and hopped over to the banshee and touched her with her enchanted magic wand.

"Hey, aren't you thanking the wrong person?"

"It's this queen who makes you powerful, not some bullshit god you're talking about."

"If he were truly capable, would I have needed to use my powerful magic to banish the evil thoughts in your heart?"