Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 835 A Devil Like a Large Pillow
"Demes, is it really appropriate for us to be here? Although those non-humans are not strong, their immortality is really disgusting."

Scratching his head, the heavy rain flowed into the armor along the gap, but Bertrand didn't notice it, and looked suspiciously at his old friend, Demes, who was hugging the young man.

"The Holy Maiden cannot be under our protection all the time, and... no problems will arise"

It didn't matter to me and Bertrand to help the fainted young man to a place where he could shelter from the rain. This kid was basically exhausted, and his body was weak enough, in case something happened again.

It seems to be a French general, and maybe it can provide some help for their next actions.

As for Joan of Arc, Demes didn't have any worries. He was able to leave with peace of mind because he received the order from the adult to let them not interfere.

With her protection, she is naturally stronger than herself and Bertrand combined, and the saint also needs a chance to fight a real battle.

"The saint has made a lot of progress in a year, but there may be more enemies than that. What if something happens?"

Bertrand was dissatisfied with the hope that he had found with great difficulty, but if he died young, there would be a big problem. His old friend was also a cautious person, and he would watch it lazily.

He understands that the Saintess should increase her actual combat experience, but she actually stays away directly, a distance that cannot be rescued in time if an accident occurs.

"No problem anyway"

Considering the prestige of the King of Knights, Demes still didn't tell Bertrand about the woman, the chances are not high, what if it gets out?Unexpected changes are likely.

……

"Don't hold back, fight as much as you want, they have already lost their lives, and killing them now is a relief"

On the other side, You Feng was rejoicing, he was very glad that Joan's opponent in the first battle was actually a ghoul, a perfect enemy for Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc has fought a lot in a year, but there are almost no battles involving life. Even if she fights a powerful beast, the end result is to be stunned rather than killed.

Youfeng understands Joan's thoughts, and doesn't want to do too many unnecessary killings, and doesn't want to force her, but after all, there will be a first time, and waiting for this first time on the battlefield will only delay things.

"Yeah..." There was a gleam of light in the blue eyes, and Joan of Arc lost her last scruples.

The scarlet sword flashed across, and the near-finished ghoul was easily cut in half, and the strengthened skeletal muscles seemed to be nothing.

In a battle of this level, even if his 【Purple Moon Funeral Song】couldn't display its real power, it could be called a D-rank treasure just because of its firmness and sharpness.

"They are called ghouls, strictly speaking, they are creatures in the other world"

The help of a treasure is enough to give Joan an overwhelming advantage. You Feng also introduced the origin of the enemy. The king of England is also crazy enough. If you really dare to have vampires in your army, you are not afraid that the entire army will be killed. It's over.

Or is it that even the king has become a puppet?
"There are blood-sucking species in the world, who live on blood. One of them is called the Dead Apostles. It can be said that they are immortal without accidents. They must suck human blood regularly, and the human beings who are sucked by them have a certain chance of dying. will become the creature in front of me, a ghoul"

"Lost consciousness, rotting flesh, only instinct left, lowly creatures that will be controlled by the superior dead disciples"

The true ancestor of the king of the earth, a failed product made with the moon king as a template, evolved from this lineage to the dead apostles and ghouls at the end. Youfeng couldn't help but think of Elte Luqi, that girl doesn't know what's going on now.

"Who is it!" In the blink of an eye, the remaining five ghouls were killed by the sharp sword. Hearing Youfeng's introduction, Joan's expression tightened, and she turned her head to look deep in the rain.

"Little guy, I don't remember what marks I showed." A figure walked out of the rain, with hideous scars on his pale face, and said indifferently.

"Ghouls are not conscious, and it is impossible to chase the enemy for a long distance, unless there is someone who controls them"

After hearing Youfeng's explanation, Joan immediately realized that the ghoul could not act by himself, and there were other people hiding nearby.

"You know ghouls, a little guy with some strength"

There was a hint of surprise on his face, and then disappeared. Although their affairs have not been made public, it is normal for them to know about them when their strength reaches a certain level.

"They are the experimental subjects I managed to find in the English army. After all, the level of the army is higher than that of ordinary residents. If there is no interference, they will recover their bodies in a short time and become vampires."

There was pity in his tone, but there was no pity on the young man's face. A better experimental body was right in front of him.

"Experiment!" Anger flashed in his eyes, and Joan's hand holding the sword tightened. At first, he thought it was a corpse, but it turned out to be an experimental subject of the English army.

Even if it is an enemy, in Joan's view, this kind of contempt for life is absolutely unforgivable.

"That's right, it's really interesting to see them being tricked into the experiment platform without knowing it, and seeing the panic of their companions gradually dying."

The young man smiled mockingly. For some reason, when he saw Joan of Arc, he had an urge to turn her into a vampire. With those eyes, I really wanted to know what kind of expression she had when she killed someone.

His expression froze afterward, and some not so good memories were recalled. Damn it, he didn't expect that among the batch of experimental products, there were some with unimaginable aptitude. They skipped the process of ghouls and directly became vampires, almost killing him.

"You, damn"

Thunder flashed, and Joan of Arc galloped in the rain, waving the long sword in her hand, the fiery red color divided the rain, and the figure in front of her disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"The sword is good, but it has to be able to hit people. I'm looking forward to your expression of sucking the blood of other people after you become a vampire."

Whispers came from her ear, and Joan of Arc felt a chill rushing up her neck, as if something was about to approach.

"Dead Apostles are different from ghouls. Ghouls are just rotting corpses. Even if they reach the advanced stage, they can only make up the body of a normal person. Simply relying on immortality makes people sick."

"Dead Apostle is the real undead life. At that stage, the strength begins to advance by leaps and bounds. It is difficult for ghouls to harm Dead Apostle no matter how many hundreds or thousands. The only limitation is the blood-sucking impulse, which cannot be suppressed by oneself alone."

"The next time you meet them, remember to keep calm. Each of these guys doesn't know how long they have lived. It is easy to provoke someone's anger."

The purple-black glitter is condensed, and Joan of Arc is also the first time to see the 'demon' in a physical state

Fluttering purple hair, a slender figure that is even shorter than her, and a black elegant long dress, when combined...it looks like a cute pillow in the shape of a large human being!

The young man on the other side withdrew to the side because of the sudden fright, carefully watched the people who appeared suddenly, and knew from the other party's words that they were very familiar with them.

(End of this chapter)