Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"Doomsday Carriage?" Russell asked curiously, "What's the name?"

"Yes, the Doomsday Carriage. In the words of those cultists, this specially made carriage leads to the end of the world."

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223 Escape

In the final analysis, Gvogoff still has to rely on the devil-worshipping cultists.

Russell was already considering capturing a few devil-worshiping cultists to serve as guides.

Twenty-four years have passed since the Great Retreat, and there are probably not many people who know the way left. Perhaps only those crazy cultists who are still risking their lives to cross the gray fog can serve as guides.

Russell thought about it.

Meanwhile, the Night Emperor was already in a tough fight.

The masked man's posture was still elegant and chic, his movements light and graceful, while the Holy Light Giant just smashed things rudely, causing debris to fly everywhere and cracks to appear on the ground.

Although he had the upper hand in terms of moves due to his flexibility, the Night Emperor found it difficult to cause any substantial damage to the tall Holy Light Giant.

However, if the masked man was even slightly swept by the Holy Light Giant, he would immediately suffer serious damage. The difference in size made this an extremely difficult battle.

However, the masked man was not only distracted, fighting the Holy Light Giant while listening attentively to Gvogoff's response, but he even had time to ask, "So, how do we contact those true demon worshippers who can lead people through the gray fog?"

"I, I don't know. My brother contacted me by chance..."

These words made the Night Emperor furious.

It turns out that the brothers were colluding with not only bandits, but also evil followers of the devil worshipping cult.

But now that Gvogoff was dead, the Emperor of Night felt that if he got angry, it would seem like he was putting on a show for Russell. Besides, he really couldn't blame anyone else for his negligence towards his subordinates, so he forced himself to suppress the urge to curse.

Glogoff continued, "If you want to know the details, you can ask my brother."

After being killed by several bishops, Gvoguff no longer believed anything Green said, including his brother being killed by Russell.

Gvogoff still had a hope in his heart, hoping that the Night Emperor would find his brother and protect him. However, he didn't know that in the Night Emperor's mind, colluding with the devil was also a crime punishable by death.

Although Gvogoff had been playing the role of the Night Emperor for many years, he had not had much contact with his real boss. He did not know the Night Emperor's true appearance, nor did he know the Night Emperor's preferences very well.

Many times, Gvogoff felt that he was the real king of the night, and that the leader who was like a hands-off boss might not show up for several months.

However, looking at the Night Emperor who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Holy Light Giant, Gvoguff finally realized the absolute disparity in strength between them.

The imposter Gvogoff couldn't even block a single sword strike from the shoddy Holy Light Giant simulated by the bishops using the stigmata, while the real Emperor of the Night was able to suppress the behemoth Holy Light Giant with his moves.

Looking at the rhythmic footsteps and flexible movements of the Night Emperor, it was as graceful as a dance.

As his heart was shaking and his mind was excited, Gvogoff couldn't help but think: If I entrust my brother to this night majesty, will he be safe?

So he said: "You can contact my brother in this way——"

Unfortunately, Russell mercilessly interrupted Gvogoff's fantasy: "Don't contact him, Gvogoff. Your brother and his accomplices who have killed people are no longer talking."

"What did you say?" Gvogoff was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that the news of his brother's death brought by Grein was actually true.

The last thought in his heart was shattered, and he immediately roared: "Okay! Russell... Russell! I see! It was you who killed my brother! If I had known this, I would never have answered any of your questions! I curse you - Ah ah ah ah ah! I curse, curse -"

With a fierce attitude of resistance, Glogoff welcomed the destruction of his soul.

Glogoff tried in vain to curse Russell, but Russell simply closed his hands, and the flames completely devoured what was left of Glogoff's soul.

"Oh, sorry, I used a little too much force, and as a result, there is nothing left of his soul." Russell spread out his palms expressionlessly.

Although he apologized, Russell's tone lacked any apology. He calmly asked the struggling Night Emperor, "Have all your questions been answered?"

"Well, almost."

As he answered, the Night King nimbly jumped onto the arm of the Holy Light Giant, trying to rush along the arm to the giant's face.

The giant seemed to realize the danger and waved his arms vigorously, trying to shake the damn little bug off.

The King of Night held the giant's arm tightly. When the giant shook him, he was like a boat tossed in the stormy waves, but he persisted and did not capsize.

The deep pit was shaken by the giant, and the ladies had no time to take care of other things. They had to gather together and rely on the protective magic circle cast by Rosaline to protect themselves.

"Then can you answer a question for me?"

"Please ask." Although the Emperor of the Night was not having a good time at the moment, he did not want to be at a disadvantage in front of Russell, so he forced himself to answer briefly in a steady and calm tone.

"I remember I didn't introduce myself. How did you know my name is Russell? Have we met before?" Russell asked curiously.

"Humph. I'm the Emperor of the Night, and I have access to countless underground intelligence. It's not surprising that I know your name."

In order to answer Russell in a calm tone, the King of Night forced himself to adjust his breathing, which also resulted in the masked man's impact force being insufficient. He was already exhausted after just jumping onto the giant's shoulder.

"That doesn't make sense. You don't even know how to contact the demon-worshipping cultists, and you don't even know that your men are colluding with them, so how do you know my name? I assume we must have met before?"

Russell became more and more curious about the identity of the Night Emperor.

I don’t know if it was because of what Russell said that made the masked man nervous, but he was suddenly slapped by the giant.

The masked man spat out a mouthful of blood that reached his throat, and then swallowed it forcefully.

The Emperor of Night simply used this overwhelming force to fly diagonally upwards, and was thrown dozens of meters away, flying out of the newly burned pit.

"Tsk, this guy is smart. He actually took the opportunity to run away." Russell smacked his lips and then clenched his fists.

But before that, Russell turned to look at the bishops, seemingly seeking their advice: "So, do you want to fight it? Hmm? Where's the person?"

In a corner where no one paid attention, while Russell focused all his attention on the Giant and the Night Emperor, the two bishops seized the opportunity and quietly escaped. Only Grein and his son Lehman stayed there obediently.

Russell sighed and held down his sword. "Alas, people nowadays are more cunning than each other. When the time comes, I still have to do it myself."

A roar that reached the sky emanated from the mouth of the giant of holy light.

224 Confrontation

Russell raised his head, looked at the giant made of holy light that was nearly ten meters tall, and slowly drew out his sword.

The Holy Light Giant unexpectedly no longer looked like a violent and irrational beast.

Perhaps it was reason that told it that the enemy in front of it, which looked equally small, could not be defeated by instinct alone, or perhaps it was the sharp edge of the flame on Russell's blade that forced him to calm down.

All in all, it was much calmer than before. It looked at Russell seriously, and its huge body seemed to be ready to attack at any time.

The huge difference in body shape created a strong visual contrast. Although Glenn had no doubt that the "Holy Spirit" would win in the end, he still felt worried.

"Please be careful!" Grein shouted loudly, "Its body is essentially similar to that of a god!"

"The Inquisition used the wizard's technology to intercept a part of the roots of Ha, and then consecrated that part of the roots to cultivate it!" As the former head of the Inquisition, Glenn knew the research results very well.

"As you can see, even though it hasn't fully matured yet, its body is already incredibly strong, almost god-like! The Emperor of Night can't harm it!"

Glenn talked incessantly about the characteristics of this "Holy Body", and his voice echoed far and wide in the empty night.

"Why do I feel that Green's words are full of regret?" Bishop Sigbert, who was fleeing, slowed down his pace when he saw that Russell had diverted his attention.

"After all, it took Glenn and his people many years of hard work to cultivate this," Bishop Damian replied.

"I believe Grein must have placed great hope in this 'Holy Body', hoping it could defeat Friedrich. You know, among the three of us, Grein is actually the one who most firmly opposes the royal power."

Bishop Damian murmured, and in fact, his words were also full of regret.

The short Bishop Damian simply squatted down, staring intently at the huge monster with holy light shining on its body.

"Hmph, you should call him His Majesty Frederick." Bishop Siegbert snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, Your Majesty Fredrich." Bishop Damian was too lazy to argue with Bishop Sigbert, so he simply changed his words.

"Glenn doesn't value spiritual cultivation at all, and doesn't care about worldly things. Contrary to us, he values ​​worldly fame and fortune more. What's even more ironic is that he found his Holy Spirit before us." Bishop Damian sighed.

"Do you really believe that Russell is some kind of holy spirit?" Bishop Sigbert asked.

"What about you?" Bishop Damian did not answer, but asked instead.

Bishop Sigbert sneered, "Hmph, stop pretending. We can escape together. Owl, have you ever seen a bishop escape from the presence of the Holy Spirit?"

Bishop Damian protested, "Hey! Why are you using that mean-spirited nickname from Grein, Bull?"

As soon as Bishop Damian said this, the two injured bishops burst into laughter.

After laughing for a long time, Bishop Sigbert suddenly asked, "Tell me, how long has it been since we laughed so hard together like this?"

"I don't remember. Ten years? Fifteen years? At least when Glenn was promoted to bishop fifteen years ago, we were very happy." Damian was quite emotional.

"But I remember you were very disgusted with Grein at that time."

"Isn't it the same for you? Have you ever been nice to Grein?"

"It's because he already had an illegitimate child at that time. I really don't know why the archbishop wanted to promote him to bishop." Sigbert snorted. It was obvious that he was still upset about this matter.

Damian's usually bright eyes finally showed a rare hint of confusion. "Perhaps, precisely because Grein is different from the two of us, the Archbishop may need a more worldly bishop to maintain balance."

Bishop Sigbert's words were rarely vulgar: "Glenn is not even into the secular world, he has become a nun!"

"I think you're probably jealous!" Bishop Damian laughed heartily. "Ever since then, you've often teamed up with me to give Grein a hard time and ostracize him. For that reason alone, it's perfectly reasonable for him to give us these unpleasant nicknames."

"Anyway, a bull sounds much better than an owl," said Bishop Sigbert.

After saying that, the two of them burst into laughter again, laughing so hard that they fell over and even cried.

After laughing for a while, Bishop Damian asked with a gloomy look, "Since when did we get to this point?"

"Yes, why?" Bishop Sigbert agreed, and then both of them fell silent.

After a long silence, Damian finally spoke up, breaking it. He changed the subject and asked, "What do you think will be the outcome of the battle between Russell and the Holy Body? Who do you think will win?"

"No matter who wins or loses, let's make a deal. The one who survives must tell the other what he saw." The stigma on the back of Bishop Sigbert's hand lit up, and his body was expanding rapidly.

"Okay, I agree, old friend." Bishop Damian smiled, he stood up straight, the holy marks on the back of his hand also suddenly shone, and the sword made of holy light was already hanging high above Bishop Sigbert's head.

"Friends are always dear!" Bishop Damian shouted, and the Sword of Holy Light slashed down at Bishop Sigbert fiercely.

As a fellow bishop, Sigbert's understanding of the scriptures was no less profound than Damian's. As the giant of holy light, he struggled to catch the falling holy sword with both hands, while continuing the second half of the sentence: "Brothers are born for adversity!"

After blocking Bishop Damian's sword, Bishop Sigbert launched a counterattack. He punched Bishop Damian hard: "Holy oil and spices make the heart happy!"

Bishop Damian nimbly dodged the fatal punch and quickly raised his second sword: "Friends' advice is so sweet!"

The two bishops have already started a quarrel.

But Russell and the Holy Light Giant are still confronting each other.

The Holy Light Giant seemed to be intimidated by Russell's momentum. It did not choose to attack rashly, but instead carefully and patiently looked for possible flaws in Russell.

The reason why Russell did not act rashly was very simple: he sensed an opportunity.

So, he was rapidly clarifying the soul veins of the Holy Light Giant. This task was much simpler than the complex soul of Ha, which was composed of a large number of soul fragments.

When the work was half done, the Holy Light Giant moved.

It seemed to have sensed that Russell had another trick up his sleeve, or as if it thought it had found Russell's weakness, and it let out a ferocious roar.

It pounced on Russell with a speed that was completely inconsistent with its huge body.

225 Fusion

Rayman, who had been hiding behind Russell, turned pale in an instant when he saw the Holy Light Giant charging like a meteorite.

He was so horrified that he was speechless. He wanted to move away to avoid the sharp edge of the Holy Light Giant, but he was frozen in place in extreme terror and could not move at all.

Although Lehman's father, Glenn, also had an instinctive fear, his faith in the "Holy Spirit" helped him overcome his fear and made him instinctively believe that Russell could defeat this seemingly invincible enemy.

Grein calmly held his son's hand and said softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Leiman was in a state of panic. Even the comfort from his father, who always made him feel at ease, could not calm him down. He was speechless, his expression was stiff, and he couldn't even force a smile.

To be honest, Greene's confidence in Russell might be even stronger than the ladies'.

Margaret was afraid that Russell would be distracted from taking care of them and would fall into a disadvantage, so she took the ladies and hid away. In the battle with such a behemoth, Margaret was not sure how much help she could provide, so she wanted to make sure that she would at least not make things worse.

Rosaline unwillingly gripped her staff tightly and began to chant protective spells. Layer upon layer of magic shields covered Russell.

"Humph, I want to see if this bragging brat's strength is as powerful as his mouth."

At the edge of the cliff, which was once the forbidden forest and has now become a huge cliff, the King of the Night, still with his face masked, is looking down.

The masked man's tone was quite weak. Although he had just escaped from the deep pit with the help of force, he still suffered a great loss under the powerful attack of the Holy Light Giant.