Becoming a god by raising witches

“Father, please forgive Lucy. She and I are both people who were saved by Locke. We both hope that Locke can live.”

"Yes, I have already sent guards to help Locke Bemon. You don't need to worry too much. Our Earl's manor has a total of 1000 guards, which is enough to resist those reckless Fallen Angels. Moreover, this is the Queen's Quarter, so the church and the Sheriff's Court will be informed of any movement immediately. Alright, my darling daughter, please continue to enjoy your ball and don't spoil my fun."

"Okay, Father."

Andy Hagen gently patted Lucy on the shoulder. "Rock Bemon will be fine."

"I don't."

A blush crept onto Lucy's cheeks as she regretted her earlier actions.

She didn't want others to gossip about her relationship with Locke; they were just business partners.

She really didn't think in that direction.

At this moment, Locke and Sieg are fighting a giant mud monster. Sieg is forced to sacrifice himself again, performing a second internal self-destruction on the mud monster.

Unfortunately, this can only buy time and cannot completely eliminate the mud monster.

Meanwhile, Locke himself was also having a major headache.

The captain of the personal guard sent by Count Hagen was an arrogant Kosork native who considered himself to have knightly blood and be half a nobleman. He didn't take Locke, a mere investigator, seriously at all.

"Alright, your mission is complete. Now it's up to our Earl's personal guard. You can find a place to rest or return to the Sheriff's Court."

Captain Reni Kulikov of the Royal Guard sat atop a magnificent horse clad in splendid armor, looking down at Locke.

"Heh, if I could go back to the magistrate's court, what would I be doing here?"

Locke gave a cold laugh.

"Oh? Can't go back? Do you not have legs? Or have you been pampered for too long and your legs have atrophied? Someone, give him a chestnut horse and take this young sheriff with atrophied legs back."

"Reni Kulikov said with a smile."

The guards erupted in a chorus of laughter.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes right now. If I were one of you, I would choose to hide like Count Hagen."

Locke reminded him.

"Look at what this little sheriff is saying. Does he think we're afraid of the Fallen Angels? Doesn't he know whose personal guard we are?"

René Kulikov laughed again.

“Things are not as you think. This is not an ordinary attack. They may have some kind of strange power. The mud will devour living things, and the purple venom will corrode the body.”

Locke had already informed the group of the impending danger to the fullest extent permitted by the confidentiality agreement, but unfortunately, all he received in return was ridicule.

"Hahaha, what is he talking about? What kind of mud would devour living things?"

"Is this young sheriff scared out of his wits? He must have been terrified by the Fallen Angels thugs. Quick, smell him, see if he's wet his pants."

"Haha, this is the funniest joke I've heard all year."

In Kosork, there is an unwritten hierarchy of contempt: noble knights look down on commoner knights, commoner knights look down on guards, and guards look down on sheriffs.

Even noble knights couldn't attend such a high-class ball, yet Locke, a mere sheriff, did.

This aroused Reni Kulikov's jealousy and resentment, which is why he kept making things difficult for Locke.

Of course, apart from Reni Kulikov, the other guards also considered themselves superior. Compared to the sheriffs who lived at the bottom of the social hierarchy, their salaries were three times that of ordinary sheriffs, and they had reason to be proud.

Locke's attempts to dissuade him failed, and Reni Kulikov led a large force out.

The mud monster, its body pierced into chunks of mud by the Sig Treeman, was slowly wriggling on the ground. Each piece of mud that touched a living creature would actively devour it.

The first 100 people charging forward were the first living things that came into contact with the mud.

At first, the soldiers just found it strange that there would be so much mud in such a clean place as the Earl's mansion.

When the mud climbed onto their bodies, impossible to wipe off, and began to engulf them, they remembered Locke's words.

"Help! Help! This mud, this damn mud, it's going to eat me up."

The cries for help from the front-row guards were quickly drowned out, and the guards in the back row dared not move. Their horses were frightened and ran away in all directions, and the formation was instantly thrown into chaos.

Reni Kulikov, brandishing his longsword, shouted loudly.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! Use the muskets to shoot these monsters!"

The guards drew their guns and opened fire on the mud monsters.

After a small patch of mud swallowed a person, it transformed into a humanoid mud monster and continued to attack those nearby.

Their attack method is very simple: they wrap other people in mud, devour them, and make them part of their own bodies.

After being attacked by muskets, the first group of mud men fell to the ground.

Renny Kulikov's lips curled up in a smile.

"Working! Continue the attack!"

But the next second, the mud-covered people who had fallen to the ground stood up again and attacked those around them.

"Captain! What do we do? The bullets are useless."

"It's no use, how could that be? It must be because the firepower isn't strong enough. Keep going, don't stop!"

"Reni Kulikov commanded."

The guards continued firing, increasing their firepower.

The mud man's head was knocked off, and the mud splattered onto the faces of the front-row guards, immediately engulfing their faces.

"what--"

"Help! Help me!"

Screams erupted one after another.

Seeing that this group of people could do nothing but offer themselves up for death, Locke had no choice but to use his hair to entangle them and drag them backward.

Reni Kulikov's left arm was also covered in mud. To avoid becoming the next mud man, he drew his longsword, decisively cut off his arm, abandoned his mud-covered horse, and ran back in a sorry state.

The group retreated back to the Earl's mansion and saw Locke with his hair flying in the wind.

Their eyes were filled with surprise and fear.

"You...you, who exactly are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary investigator, but the goddess has bestowed upon me special powers."

Locke said this as he walked out of the Earl's mansion.

To everyone's astonishment, he used his hair to create a barrier, preventing the mud from getting in.

"Xiao Ai, help me."

Why should I save these people?

Eileen said calmly.

"Although I don't want to save them either, their allegiance to the Mud Monster will only strengthen it, making it even harder to deal with."

Locke tries to persuade Eileen, who has transformed into a mask.

"No, I can't make a move right now."

"why?"

"I'm a germaphobe, mud monsters are disgusting."

Eileen said calmly.

"I'll make you beef stew in Burgundy when we get back."

Locke said.

Eileen seemed somewhat moved. After a three-second silence, she said, "I smell your director's scent. She's here."

"Ok."

Locke gave up trying to persuade Eileen.

Eileen cannot reveal her strength to outsiders.

Sieg completed two self-destructions and collapsed weakly to the ground.

Locke Ying helped him up. "Can you still hold on?"

The mud people have now reformed into a 5-meter-tall mud monster. Although it is not as huge as it was at the beginning, at this rate, it will soon become 10 meters tall, or even larger.

"Sieg, have you noticed that you're a mud monster?"

Locke Shadow suddenly said.

"why?"

Sieg looked at Locke's shadow with confusion. He didn't know Locke could create clones and thought this was Locke himself.

"Others would be swallowed whole if they touched this mud, but you not only won't get hurt when you touch the mud monster, you can even blast it to pieces. Wouldn't you say you're the mud monster's nemesis?"

Locke Shadow said.

"That's true, but the sacrifice I made was really huge."

Sieg said with a pained expression, he didn't want to recall the scene inside the mud monster again, it was so disgusting that he wanted to vomit immediately.