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016 difference

Russell tried his best to persuade Margaret, but ultimately failed to convince her that he was just a human being.

Margaret simply looked at him with a look full of wisdom and admiration, smiled at his defense, and nodded in agreement.

If it were just men talking, Margaret would undoubtedly be the ideal listener.

Her beautiful face, generous figure, innocent expression and reverent gaze can undoubtedly greatly satisfy a man's vanity and desire to preach - that is the expression that believers show when facing the amiable god.

Even Russell was pleased with Margaret's listening attitude, and he even began to be less eager to convince Margaret that he was not a god.

"In short, I'm not a god, you can just call me Russell." Russell said with a dry mouth. He simply picked up the cold water and drank it in gulps.

"You are absolutely right, my Lord," Margaret said with a smile. "You came into this world alone, and I am your only believer. We are powerless and alone, so it is not advisable to engage in direct conflict with the vast church right now. Disguising ourselves as humans and lying dormant for a while is indeed a good strategy."

Russell nearly spit out the water.

...Ah, how could he convince Margaret that he wasn't a god? Was it because he had sent flames into her head that she was delirious?

Russell almost wanted to act like a god and force Margaret to admit that she was not a god.

"Never mind. You'll find out I'm not a god in the future." Russell waved his hand helplessly, deciding to put the dispute aside for now. "Let's sort out the current situation. Do you feel uncomfortable with the burning?"

When the two were compared, Margaret and Russell were in very different situations.

Margaret didn't feel any fire burning in her body at all. She didn't feel any burning sensation, nor did she feel the fire communicating with her, and she couldn't summon fire like Russell did.

It seemed as if the only function of the flame was to awaken her vitality and regenerate her soul, but it did not leave any trace on her body.

Margaret looked at the orange-red flame that appeared out of nowhere in Russell's hand, curiosity flashing in her eyes. She asked respectfully, "My Lord, is this the miracle you bestowed upon me? How did you resurrect me then?"

Russell had unknowingly gotten used to being addressed as "My Lord". After all, he felt pretty good that a beautiful girl he had saved was serving him as her Lord.

"I pressed my burning hand against your forehead, then injected a large amount of flame into you..." Russell patiently recalled every detail, rambling on. "Do you have any memory of this incident at all?"

"Yes, my Lord, my last memory was that my soul was sucked away by the devil, and then I was resurrected by you." Margaret answered seriously. She had no memory of what happened after she lost her soul.

Russell couldn't figure out the difference between himself and Margaret.

Of course, now was not the right time to clarify this distinction, because suddenly a violent collision sounded from the thick fog, and the earth trembled slightly with a rumble like thunder.

These sounds came through the thick gray fog, adding a bit of mystery and horror.

Margaret's eyes flashed with fear, but she immediately cheered up and suggested to Russell, "My Lord! The vibrations and the clash of weapons must be the Demon Centurion fighting with someone. Let's go and take a look! If you can show your skills and destroy this Demon Centurion, it will be of great help in converting people to the true faith."

From Margaret's description, Russell realized that the demon centurion was the huge and even somewhat fat demon he had encountered before. It was precisely to avoid this demon centurion that Russell hid in the cellar and met Margaret.

Similarly, Margaret's soul was also taken away by this demon centurion.

"I've seen people whose souls were sucked away by demons eventually become like the walking dead. It must be your protection, my Lord, that has prevented me from becoming one!" Margaret's voice was filled with fanaticism and reverence. "Now, let's go and defeat this demon! Please allow me to lead the way."

It can be seen that Margaret is very excited. Perhaps she can't wait to take revenge on the devil, or perhaps she wants to witness the heroic figure of God defeating the devil.

However, Russell had to face a very realistic problem: he was no match for the devil centurion.

Therefore, Russell had to cool down Margaret's enthusiasm: "Calm down, Margaret. To be honest, I'm not a god, and I'm no match for that demon centurion right now. It was because I was hiding from it that I found you in the cellar..."

Halfway through his words, Russell suddenly pulled Margaret to the ground, and then a spear made of bones whizzed past the two of them.

A group of dwarf demons appeared leaping and jumping, and the one leading them who threw the bone spear was a relatively tall guy.

These guys looked quite disheveled, as if they had fled here to avoid a fight between two powerful beings.

"It's the Lesser Demon Commander," Margaret whispered. "My Lord, since you've granted me the divine power to resurrect, you don't have to worry about my safety. I'm willing to draw the firepower of these demons for you."

Even if I could revive you, there's no need for you to fight so hard...

"Don't mess around!" Russell scolded. "The fire in my body right now is not enough to revive you again. Stay here honestly! I'll be back soon."

"Yes, my lord!" Margaret, who was scolded by Russell, became particularly well-behaved. She hid behind the wall obediently, watching Russell rush out with a sword in hand, and then she quietly picked up the bone spear.

The demon commander in front of him was different from the insidious guy disguised as a dwarf demon that Russell had killed before. It was very rude and reckless. It roared and fought with Russell.

Its martial arts were far stronger than the previous one. If it had not been quite afraid of Russell's fire, it might have defeated Russell long ago. Russell's several sharp attacks that were launched at the right time were all successfully resolved by it.

The only thing the two demon commanders had in common was that killing those dwarf demons was pointless, as they would always stagger back to their feet.

Moreover, these dwarf demons were obviously much more disciplined than the previous ones. They could even form a simple formation to resist Russell's offensive, relieving a lot of pressure for the demon commander.

Perhaps these brave and head-on guys are much stronger than those who play tricks.

Russell thought.

As if realizing that Russell still had the energy to think about other things, the inferior demon commander suddenly intensified his offensive. He brandished two swords made of bones in his hands and launched a fierce attack on Russell.

Russell relied on his physical fitness to block left and right, and resolved this series of attacks in a rather embarrassing manner.

The demon's series of attacks seemed impenetrable. Russell barely managed to block them, but couldn't find a chance to counterattack.

At this moment, a clear shout rang in Russell's ears: "Hah! Die!"

Margaret, wearing brown trousers and a vest with a white shirt underneath, saw the opportunity and charged forward.

Her posture was very relaxed, and the white bone spear in her hand pierced the chest of the inferior demon commander. Her long golden hair fluttered in the wind in the gray fog, very dazzling.

An expression of disbelief appeared in the eyes of the inferior demon commander, which were originally filled with blood and cruelty. He grasped the spear in front of his chest with trembling hands, trying to pull it out.

Russell seized the opportunity and struck again with the sword, and the demon's eyes finally lost their luster.

Then, another series of falls could be heard. After losing their commander, those dwarf demons that had been so lively finally lost their life.

"Since you killed the demons, you can try to absorb their souls." Russell wiped the sweat from his forehead and gestured.

"What? Sucking souls?" Margaret was stunned.

Russell remembered what happened to Margaret, so he quickly added: "It is to absorb the soul of the devil."

This made Margaret feel relieved. It seemed that she had no objection to taking equal revenge.

"My Lord, what should I do? Please guide me." Margaret asked seriously.

017 Tempering

"My Lord, what should I do..."

Margaret's question stumped Russell. Russell just thought about it and naturally let the devil's soul fly to his chest without doing anything special.

Therefore, Russell could only answer: "You don't need to do anything, just think about it."

Margaret's brows were furrowed, and she looked like she was thinking very hard.

Then she became somewhat dejected. "My Lord, you are... Please forgive my ignorance. I don't seem to have grasped the key to absorbing the demon's soul."

Margaret realized that Russell did not like being called a god by her, so she deliberately omitted the title of god.

The two tried for a long time and finally determined that Margaret could not absorb the demon's soul like Russell.

Margaret didn't seem to be affected by any of the flames and behaved like an ordinary person. Russell couldn't figure out what the essential difference between him and Margaret was and why there was such a big difference.

Is it because my soul does not belong to this world, or is there something else?

While thinking, Russell actively absorbed the soul of the inferior demon commander.

Margaret stared at the black column of smoke flowing into Russell's heart. She was extremely curious about the power of her god.

Margaret believed that her god was a real god who came to the world to destroy the demons that were wreaking havoc on the human world.

Behold! Not only can my Lord destroy demons and burn their souls, but he can also give me a clean soul and resurrect me! He even tried to give me the skills to destroy demons! This is the true god worthy of people's faith and following!

Margaret thought with a surge of emotion.

After being resurrected by Russell, Margaret was no longer calm and rational for a while, but seemed a little fanatical.

After all, Margaret had witnessed the miracle of resurrection from the dead happen to herself, so it was difficult to force her to remain calm in a short period of time.

After absorbing the complete soul of the inferior demon commander, Russell once again felt the burning of the flames. He was sweating profusely and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Margaret couldn't help but feel curious when she saw the beads of sweat on Russell's face.

At this time, Margaret's occupational disease as a scholar struck again, and she began to observe and study her own "god".

Are these liquids that look like sweat drops the pure water that is released after our Lord purifies the demons?

At this moment, curiosity got the better of Margaret, and she couldn't help but reach out, wanting to feel and touch the liquid that purified the demon's soul.

No, I can't absorb the demon's soul again in the short term.

The drowsy Russell realized this deeply. At this moment, he saw Margaret's slender hand carefully reaching towards his cheek.

Hmm, is this her way of trying to share the burning in my body with me?

Russell, who was in great pain, thought about how he had brought Margaret back to life before, and at the same time relaxed himself. So he stretched out his right hand which was burning with fire and stroked Margaret's forehead.

What does my Lord want to give me?

Margaret no longer reached out for Russell's cheek, but instead reverently held Russell's arm with both hands.

Watching the flames slowly moving towards her forehead, Margaret had some instinctive fear, but when she thought about how she had been resurrected just now, she insisted on keeping her eyes open, holding Russell's right hand with both hands, and letting Russell's right hand press on her forehead.

Margaret hopes that this time she can truly experience what it feels like to be given life.

But nothing happened.

The flames neither burned Margaret nor set her brilliant golden hair on fire.

Likewise, not a single flame flowed into Margaret's body. It was as if the fire of Margaret's life and soul had reached its peak and could no longer contain any more flames.

Margaret just felt a warm hand gently touching her forehead.

In this cold winter wind, Margaret felt genuinely comfortable and couldn't help but close her eyes, feeling the warmth.

Despite the hazy gray fog and the deafening sounds of fighting that came through the fog, Margaret still felt an indescribable warmth and peace in her heart, which almost made her cry.

After a moment, Russell withdrew his hand. Margaret was reluctant to let go and almost hugged Russell's hand with both hands.

No, no, this is alms from our Lord, do not be greedy.

With this thought in mind, Margaret let go of her hand with some regret.

Russell, who was burning with passion but had no way to release it, had no idea what Margaret was thinking. Seeing that this method was ineffective, he had no choice but to give up.

He originally wanted to go to the river to soak, but he was worried about encountering more demons and causing trouble, so he simply opened the lid of the cellar and hid back in the cellar.

Margaret was confused, so she quickly followed Russell back into the dark cellar.

Russell was in so much pain that he didn't care about the lady beside him. He threw off his gauntlets and greaves, threw away his helmet, and almost used brute force to take off his breastplate. Then he took off his leg armor and the wet linen robe.

Then he almost formed a big letter shape and stuck to the cold floor.

But the floor was nothing compared to the raging fire in his body, and it soon became scorching hot.

Russell rolled over and found another piece of still cold floor. He was almost unconscious from the heat. He lay on his back, feeling endless flames burning and burning in his body, just wanting to pour out.

At this time, Margaret's eyes finally adapted to the darkness, and she used the small beam of light coming through the cellar cover to see Russell's actions.

Russell's behavior gave his learned first disciple something to think about.

Is My Lord performing some kind of ritual?

Margaret's curious gaze moved from Russell's chiseled face all the way down. She saw Russell's slender and well-proportioned limbs, his toned and powerful muscles, and of course, his towering pillar.

Ah, this is indeed some kind of ritual.

The learned Margaret certainly knew that according to records in ancient times, the priestesses of the gods had to devote their bodies and minds in the temple to communicate with their gods in order to obtain enlightenment.

What is before my eyes seems to be a reproduction of the scene in that distant and ancient temple.

As the first believer of the god and the canonized "Saint Margaret", Margaret believed that she was the only one who could be the protagonist of this sacrificial activity.

My father didn't object to me finding a husband myself. As the first believer, the first priest, and the first saint to be consecrated by the Lord, it is only natural for me to dedicate myself to the Lord.

Margaret thought so, she swallowed, took off her brown vest and threw it aside.

Russell groaned in pain and rolled over again, finding another cold floor. He felt like his body was about to explode from the flames.

Russell vaguely felt that the flame was trying its best to control its temperature, but it still exceeded the limit that his body could bear.

Margaret unbuttoned the third button of her white shirt, and the pair of majestic peaks suddenly popped out, jumping and jumping, so lively.

Russell breathed uncomfortably, as if he wanted to release all the heat from his body. He unconsciously patted his chest gently with his hands, as if trying to cool the fire.

Margaret bent down, slowly moved her hands down, and took off her trousers, revealing her long white legs bit by bit. She shook her loose golden hair, which was as soft and silky as a waterfall.