The smell in the air is somewhat complex.
The smell of blood, rotting corpses, burnt lakes, and the smell of sulfur from the abyss. These mixed "fragrances" made Lothar's nose sore and her eyes warm.
The three-meter-tall giant demon has now turned into a charred, shriveled corpse. The holy spear penetrated its body and shone brightly among the black remains.
The armor on Jeanna's body was still densely covered with golden lines.
She took off her helmet, her golden curly hair was soaked with sweat, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her smooth nose. She knelt on the ground with some exhaustion, panting violently.
"Are you OK?"
Prajna lifted her up, and a rare flash of surprise flashed through Gujing Mubo's eyes - the Holy Spear was undoubtedly a divine weapon, and its lethality made Prajna have the idea that this gun is similar to Compared to the ghost-faced shield in her hand, which is said to be taken from the fragments of the Gate of Hell, who is more powerful?
As if sensing the owner's dangerous thoughts, the ghostly face on the ghost shield floated, and his face was twisted as if he had eaten a bitter melon.
Jeanne slumped weakly in Prajna's arms. She smiled and said, "It's nothing serious, just a little weak. After all, the level of this monster is not low. If you want to ensure that it will kill with one strike, you can't do it without using all your strength."
Lothar breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay. Do you want to lie aside for a while?"
Jeanne's eyes lit up: "If I can rest my head on Miss Jeanne's lap, of course I won't refuse!"
Lothar: "..."
Prajna frowned slightly.
Lothar hesitated for a moment, then said: "Prajna, for the sake of Jeanna's contribution this time..."
Prajna nodded: "Okay."
Hans limped towards this side. He waved to Lothar: "Sir, I'm here!"
Lothar felt a trace of shame in her heart. She was so patronizing Jeanne that she actually forgot about this kid.
"My lord, how did you find me?"
Hans's face was a little pale, and he was wearing a tattered robe that barely covered his body. His eyes were full of exhaustion.
"Don't forget, I also have beast intuition."
Lothar patted the other party's shoulder lightly: "There is a bond between us."
It seemed that his defense was broken by this sentence.
Hans sniffed and his voice became choked.
"Sir, many people died. I failed to protect them. If you hadn't arrived in time, I should have died too."
"It's okay, it's all over."
Lothar sighed softly.
Hans is undoubtedly the closest to him among the many subordinates. According to his age, even if he does not count his previous life, he is equivalent to his younger brother.
Hans has always hoped to catch up in his own footsteps.
Not because the one-star templates are gradually being phased out.
He could feel Hans's efforts, but towards Hans, he often felt like a tool, thrown wherever he needed to go, which made him feel a little ashamed.
"Sorry, sir, I lost my temper."
Hans took a deep breath and whispered.
"It doesn't matter. Let's go check on the wounded and take them back to Jerusalem."
Walk out of the theater.
The breeze that smelled of horse manure blew gently from outside, and Lothar felt very refreshed.
Of the nearly twenty soldiers of the Royal Knights led by Hans, only eight survived by chance, and these eight were also deafened by the devil's scream before his death.
Lothar pointed to this ancient building covered with a tarpaulin and said: "This was originally a grand theater built by the Greeks. After it was abandoned, it was transformed into a farmers' market. Today is not an open day. If you don't look for it deliberately, no one will I can find you."
Fringilla wiped away the non-existent beads of sweat: "Sir, that demon has been burned to the core, and there is no valuable loot left."
"Um."
Lothar did not feel disappointed.
Because the system's prompt sounded just now: Your six-star subordinate Jeanne Darc killed a monster with an epic template - the Abyss Demon.
The milestone "Demon Hunter" you have completed will be upgraded to "Demon Hunter".
You get a simulated battle to complete the quest to level up.
"Mock battle?"
"What is this?"
Regardless of studying these, Lothar and Hans helped the wounded onto their horses. The mounts they came from were stored at the other end of the tunnel, far away from here, so they had to do both of these tasks themselves.
Hans sighed with emotion: "This demon is really terrifying. If Ms. Jeanne hadn't been there, we might not have been able to stop it from leaving."
Fringilla said with a clear heart: "Indeed, my blood was inserted into its body with a spear, and it was melted away in just an instant."
"Is it so powerful?"
Lothar was a little surprised.
In Lothar's senses, this demon should be stronger than the adult earth dragon that he had dealt with before.
But I don't know how strong it will be, because Jeanne's process of solving it is the same as killing the earthly dragon. It just ends with a "Holy".
It's just that after dealing with the demon this time, Jeanne was a little exhausted.
But this time, he didn't get involved at all.
Even with the Dragonborn bloodline, his current strength is still far from that of a truly extraordinary powerhouse.
On the way back to Jerusalem.
A convoy appeared in front of Lothar and his party.
Seeing Lothar's flag, they spontaneously avoided it.
It was a convoy of gypsy caravans, carrying all the belongings of the wanderers like mobile houses.
Because of this custom, they are sometimes identified as Cumans or Tatars from the steppes of Eastern Europe.
Although Western Europeans cannot even distinguish between the two, they sometimes identify the Hungarian Magyars as the Cumans.
The Franks used to call Gypsies Bohemians, and a true Bohemian would have wanted to throw them out of the window.
A blind old woman holding a crystal ball was sitting in front of the caravan. When she saw a group of people passing by, she suddenly said something.
Seeing that everyone couldn't understand, she held the crystal ball in front of her again.
Prajna said: "She said that this crystal ball has the magic power to see people's hearts."
Lothar was a little surprised: "You can even speak the Gypsy language?"
Prajna nodded slightly: "Death, regardless of race, in the boring hell, learning a language is already a very interesting thing."
Fringilla was very interested in this: "How much does it cost?"
Prajna asked for a while.
The old woman was also shocked that Prajna understood their language. She said: "As long as one coin is enough, whether it is a gold coin, a silver coin or a copper coin, as long as you think it is equivalent to your heart."
The old woman raised the crystal ball in her hand, rolled her gray-covered eyes, and said, "Which of you will be the first to come?"
"Just let me go first."
Prajna was the first to say.
Lothar did not stop him. Prajna had the strongest defense among them, whether it was magic resistance or physical resistance.
It is the safest and most appropriate way for her to be the first.
The old woman had no expression on her face as she raised the crystal ball high and held it in front of Prajna.
A dull purple light flashed.
Fringilla asked impatiently: "Silly man, what did you see?"
Prajna blinked slightly. It felt like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a second had passed.
"Nothing, just chaos."
"Tch, it fits your character."
Fringilla said: "It's my turn, it's my turn!"
At this time, the old woman's face was a little pale, and she heard a crisp sound from Kacha, and a crack appeared in the crystal ball.
As if she had seen a terrifying monster, she suddenly threw away the crystal ball and got into the car.
No matter how much Fringilla screamed, she couldn't scream.
Lothar frowned: "Prajna, do you feel any discomfort?"
Prajna shook his head: "No, she had no ill intentions, she was just scared by me."
"From her perspective, what she saw should be a mountain of corpses, a sea of blood, and a hell filled with bones."
Prajna explained.
Fringilla's face was full of complaints: "What, you dare to come out for divination with this little skill?"
Jeanne said something fair: "With your status, this result is considered normal."
Lothar nodded, threw a heavy money bag into the car, and left.
I thought to myself, I can no longer perform divination in the future, the price is too expensive.
It was getting late, and the gypsy caravan stopped by the roadside. They set up camp and sang and danced beside the bonfire.
The old woman finally got out of the car. She picked up the money bag tremblingly, with fear still remaining on her face... and a trace of grievance.
As for that?
Isn’t it just a waste of getting married and having children?
What can't be said?
Do you still have to break the guy I’m eating with?
