ah--
Two shrill screams ran through the entire alley.
The ugly evil spirit suspended in mid-air, with the dry skin covering its withered cheeks, slowly revealed a ferocious smile.
Fear is the sweetest food for evil spirits.
This kind of evil spirit often dies due to pre-marital violence and lingers near the place of death. The resentment and pain before death prompt it to return from the world of the dead again.
"no, do not want!"
"Get away, you beast!"
The two patrolmen screamed loudly and waved the weapons in their hands randomly, but ordinary iron weapons just passed through the evil spirit's body without causing even a single ripple.
"It's so noisy."
A somewhat impatient voice suddenly sounded in the hearts of the two of them.
Looking up, on the eaves opposite, there was sitting a girl wearing a white dress and swaying two white calves.
She pointed to her ear: "If you scream again, I will kill you too."
"Strange to say, this is the first time I have seen an evil spirit that appears at noon with such a strong fire energy in its body. Is it a specialty of this world?"
She whispered words that neither of them could understand.
The day demon spirit who was about to attack the two of them stared at the beautiful appearance of the girl in front of him - if I had been so beautiful, wouldn't I have been treated like this?
Jealousy and resentment made her almost immediately give up the ingredients that were already in her mouth and rush towards the girl.
Scott shouted: "Miss, run, this is an evil spirit!"
John yelled: "Idiot, leave her alone and run!"
He got up from the ground, moved his legs that were numb from fear, and ran out as hard as he could.
The girl crossed her legs and swayed: "Oh, you are quite kind-hearted. In the past, I might have allowed you to become a blood slave serving the royal court, but that is not possible now."
A pillar of fire erupted from the mouth of the day demon spirit.
If you look carefully, you can see that it is the long tongue in the mouth of the day demon spirit, and the sharp barbs are lingering with blazing flames.
"That's disgusting."
The smile on Fringilla's face stopped abruptly.
The flames exuded a stench like rotten flesh.
There was an expression of disgust on her face: "It smells really disgusting. Don't dirty my new clothes. The adults bought these for me!"
boom--
Long tongues pierced walls and eaves.
The girl's figure has long since disappeared.
The day demon spirit is a little puzzled. It has never been exposed to any extraordinary power before it was alive. How could it know that a person who clearly looks like an ordinary girl could have such a special ability.
"I'm behind you, idiot."
The day demon suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
Different from when she was watching from Lothar's side, Fringilla's eyes were filled with blood in her fighting state, and at the corners of her mouth, two delicate fangs pierced her somewhat pale lips.
A pair of winding red magic horns stretched out, and a thin layer of blood mist filled the alley.
"I need to get rid of you quickly and go back to find the adults."
She was suspended in mid-air, opened her hand, and a bone spur with a blood streak in the middle penetrated her palm, like a sharp sword.
The day demon spirit let out a scream full of fear and anger, and suddenly pounced on Fulin.
But she didn't dodge, she just waved the bone spur away gently.
The next moment, bloody light filled the alley.
Wait until the light fades away.
During the day, the demon spirit's body solidified inch by inch, turning into gray-white like a stone statue.
Then it suddenly collapsed into countless pieces.
...
Platform on top of the castle.
From here, you can overlook the entire city of Montreal, the narrow and winding alleys, Count Leonard's favorite residence, churches and street shrines.
Brothels and bathhouses, gardens and fountains...
There is also the cracked, yellowish earth, and the tributary of the Jordan River whose flow has plummeted due to the dry season.
Ser Humphrey, wearing a mule-purple cloak, pressed his hands on the rough rocks at the edge of the platform.
Behind him, the white-haired elderly servant asked with some confusion: "Sir Humphrey, is it inappropriate for us to neglect Baron Lothar so much?"
Humphrey sneered and said: "It is most appropriate to treat him with this attitude. They have lost their combat effectiveness in a short period of time after fighting with the Saracen cavalry."
"He has outlived his usefulness to us."
The servant hesitated and said, "Also, during this time in the city, people are dying every day. It is said that they are haunted... Don't you need to remind Baron Lothar?"
"No, it's best if he dies. According to convention, after his death, I should temporarily command the army under his command. It is indeed an elite force and should not be left in the hands of such a nouveau riche-like little baron."
Sir Humphrey stood facing the sun, his eyes slightly narrowed by the dazzling light, which was bright but with an obvious layer of gloom.
"Kaleborg, why hasn't it been conquered yet? Saladin, you really disappoint me."
The servant behind him immediately lowered his head and reminded: "Sir, how can you say such words?"
Humphrey smiled and said: "That's it. Anyway, there are only two of you and me here. My stupid and reckless stepfather has filled my mother with some ecstasy soup, and he is still unwilling to give me a fiefdom. What if? If God gives me another younger brother and sister, what’s wrong with me hoping for his death?”
"Okay, please step back, and keep an eye on Baron Lothar and the knights under his command at all times, and don't let them cause trouble."
...
"Flynn?"
Lothar came in a hurry.
Fringilla turned back, and the scarlet in her eyes quickly faded, turning into clear.
The winding red magic horn disappeared, and she quickly grabbed her long, messy white hair, and then called out in a tearful voice, "Sir, I'm here."
Seeing that Fringilla was unharmed, Lothar let out a sigh of relief: "It's fine. Why did you come here?"
"I just want to share your worries."
Fringilla threw herself into Lothar's arms, rubbed the non-existent tears on Lothar's shoulder, peeked out her head furtively, looked at Prajna behind Lothar, and made a face.
Lothar was a little surprised. He patted Fulin on the back: "Thanks to you this time. The milestone of a demon hunter requires hunting monsters. This kind of daytime demon is also counted as one of them, but there is still one missing." , you only discovered this evil spirit?"
"Sir, I just went through a big war, and you don't even care about me?"
Lothar touched her head perfunctorily: "I care, of course I care. Isn't it nothing?"
After the previous battle, he upgraded Fulin and Prajna to level 30. Compared with before, their strength has been greatly improved. Lothar did not think that a single evil spirit could pose much of a threat to Fulin.
The reason why I came in a hurry was just in case.
Prajna whispered: "Just grab the two guards just now and ask them. Evil spirits can't be born anywhere. If there are, there won't be just one."
"good."
Lothar took the lead and ran out of the alley.
Fringilla glanced at Prajna with some annoyance and hurriedly chased after him.
Prajna was silent for a moment, then raised the black ghost-faced shield in his hand. The ghost-faced relief on it suddenly opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
Among the white gravel on the ground, a translucent phantom of a woman was quickly drawn out and flew towards the mouth of the ghostly face relief.
The remains of evil spirits are a great complement to the ghost-faced shield.
