Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

The masked man once again suppressed the urge to vomit blood, assessed his injuries, and determined that he might have serious internal injuries.

The Emperor of Night was quite annoyed that he was forced to fight with the Holy Light Giant, especially since he tried his best but could not cause any substantial damage to the Holy Light Giant. This made the Emperor of Night feel like a clown in a circus.

Therefore, the Emperor of the Night watched the battle below the cliff with an interesting mood, hoping that Russell would be in the same predicament as himself.

After the Holy Light Giant launched its charge, the Night Emperor was shocked. He didn't care about the sand and rocks falling in the vibration. He widened his eyes, wanting to see the whole process of the battle between the Giant and Russell clearly.

However, not only did the holy light on the giant suddenly become dazzling, but the yellow flame on Russell's body also instantly became brighter.

Like a supernova explosion, two powerful light sources suddenly burst into life, instantly capturing the Night Emperor's full attention.

The overly bright light stung the Night Emperor's eyes, causing him to shed tears and close his eyes involuntarily.

Then, a strong golden beam of light shot straight into the sky, illuminating the dark night like day.

When the dazzling light dimmed again, the Emperor of Night endured the pain in his eyes and once again turned his gaze to the huge pit under his feet, but saw a strange scene.

Russell raised his head proudly and pointed his sword diagonally upward at the head of the Holy Light Giant from a distance.

The Holy Light Giant, who was clearly rushing towards Russell, is now leaning against the cliff.

It had a blank expression on its face, yet the King of Night inexplicably felt that it was afraid.

Its body was pressed tightly against the mountain wall, as if that was the only way to give it a little sense of security. It dared not move at all, and even dared not breathe under the tip of Russell's sword.

The Emperor of Night didn't know how he could read so many rich emotions from that expressionless face.

The reality was not what the Night Emperor had imagined. This Holy Light Giant did not have a complete soul, but was more like a beast driven by instinct.

Ha's soul is a collective consciousness composed of countless soul fragments, while the soul of this holy light giant is even more trivial. Russell doesn't even think that there is something called rationality in it.

The moment the Holy Light Giant rushed up, its huge body was pushed back by the abundant energy released by Russell, and then crashed into the rocks with a bang.

Then, Russell swung his sword and cut open its remaining soul.

Russell pointed his sword at the Holy Light Giant, simply absorbing its remaining soul.

A moment later, after Russell had cleared away all the fragments of his soul, he shouted, "Francine!"

At the moment, as a pure soul creature, and possessing considerable soul knowledge, Francine was the only one present who understood what Russell had just done.

Francine was shocked by how Russell completely defeated the complex soul fragment with just one sword. It was a kind of fear that came from encountering a natural enemy.

So Francine replied very obediently, "Yes! Brother-in-law!"

"Follow my sword energy and get in!" Russell shouted as he slashed with his sword.

Huh? Me? Me?

Francine was surprised, but under Russell's accumulated power, she didn't even have time to think. With a whoosh, she followed Russell's sword energy and drilled into the giant's body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! It hurts! It hurts so much! Brother-in-law!" Francine let out a shrill scream.

After all, her soul was made of the soul of a demon. After coming into contact with the holy light, if it were not for the protection of the Russell flame, it would have been annihilated almost instantly.

Russell's flames also have the function of engulfing souls. As soon as Francine entered the body of the Holy Light Giant, she almost collapsed in great pain and fear.

"Ahhhhhh! I was wrong! Brother-in-law, please forgive me! I will never dare to go against you again! Let me out now! I will definitely be obedient from now on!"

The body of the Holy Light Giant even reacted to Francine's wailing, and large tears composed of holy light dripped down.

Rosalyn really wanted to plead for her sister, but she bit her lip hard, barely overcame the impulse, and chose to believe Russell.

"Will you really listen?" Russell asked.

"I will be obedient, brother-in-law! I promise, I swear on my sister's name!" Francine shouted as she saw a turning point.

"Okay! Then just stay in that body obediently! Just bear with it for a while, I'm adjusting and I promise you'll get used to it!"

As Russell spoke, he jumped up and pierced the heart of the Holy Light Giant with a sword.

As Russell gouged out the heart of the Holy Light Giant, Francine felt as if her soul was being devoured by flames. She once again let out a painful and shrill scream, but as Russell's flames filled the position of the heart, Francine's screams gradually subsided.

She realized that her soul had merged with the flame that Russell had injected into the body of the Holy Light Giant, and began to control the body of the Holy Light Giant.

226 Demon Prince

As if realizing that his body was about to be taken over, the giant's holy light began to shake, like a huge candle swaying in the wind, the holy light swaying from side to side and very unstable.

"Keep calm and slowly use the fire to control this body!" Russell comforted Francine and guided her with the fire.

Russell's decision to let Francine occupy this body was not entirely a spur-of-the-moment decision. Rosalyn had once privately begged Russell to find or create a body for Francine, and Russell had always kept this in mind.

After accepting Ha's guidance, Russell became more proficient in understanding and controlling the soul. He saw that the soul of the Holy Light Giant was a weakness, so he simply borrowed the body of Francine to live in temporarily.

Russell had a lazy thought in his mind: as long as Francine could successfully control the body of the Holy Light Giant, there would be someone to hold the line in future fights, and he wouldn't have to do everything himself with the sword.

Although Francine's soul had been tempered and she had recovered from the pain, she still couldn't control this huge and bulky body for a while.

The holy light flickered and gradually dimmed. Francine tried to take a step, but then she felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

She was so frightened that she quickly leaned back and managed to stay standing by relying on the stone wall.

“Brother-in-law, I can’t control it!” Perhaps because she had just combined with the flames, Francine became anxious. She shouted anxiously, “This body is too huge!”

Russell felt the fluctuations of Francine's soul and found that although Francine's soul was very strong, it was still unable to control such a huge body.

No, that's not right. There must be a way. This body is still essentially the root of Ha.

Russell suddenly remembered what Green had said before. Ha was able to control such huge roots. Compared with the root system that was several miles in radius and tens of meters deep, this body was really not that big.

Then Russell took out the emerald green gem left by Harry from his arms and was about to press it on Francine.

Margaret, who immediately realized what Russell was doing, shouted, "No, my Lord, use fire! Use your divine fire! Your divine fire is much purer than Ha's Abundance Gem!"

Russell was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately. He took back Ha's relics, and then imitated the organizational form of Ha's soul and injected a large amount of fire into the body of the Holy Light Giant.

Francine was no longer afraid of the flames; she felt only a sense of fullness and warmth. Gradually, she began to be able to control her body. The holy light on her body stopped swaying and gradually stabilized, and then shone brightly.

The King of Night on the cliff was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

"What? Divine Fire? What is this? Isn't Glenn crazy? Is what he said about Russell being the incarnation of the Holy Spirit true?"

The anticipated fierce fight suddenly transformed into a live performance of taming large pets, which surprised the experienced king of the underworld.

"This is a completely unexpected change..." The Emperor of the Night said with some distress, "If he really is a Holy Spirit, it would be fine. But if he stands on the side of the devil, it will be terrible..."

Halfway through his words, the Night Emperor suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

A frivolous voice rang out: "You sound like you are quite troubled, sir."

The Emperor of Night turned around suddenly: "You're not dead? Walter? I clearly smashed your heart with one punch!"

The Emperor of the Night certainly knew about the strange reincarnation technique of the Burgoni royal family. To be on the safe side, the Emperor of the Night deliberately smashed Walter's internal organs to pieces.

However, the second prince of the royal family still appeared in front of him carelessly, which made the Emperor of Night frown.

"Thanks to you, sir." Prince Walter showed a very provocative smile on his face. He bowed politely to the Emperor of Night. "I have returned from hell to see you."

The Emperor of Night laughed heartily. "Hahahaha, I was confused. I knew you were colluding with the devil, but I shouldn't have expected to kill you simply by blasting your heart. But don't worry, if I can kill you once, I can kill you twice, three times! Until you're completely dead."

"As the king of the underground, have you chosen to stand on my brother's side? I can magnanimously forgive your previous offense. I suggest you side with the victor."

Facing the threat from the Emperor of Night, Prince Walter still did not show the slightest sign of anger on his face. He looked very relaxed and even tried to recruit him.

"I'm just on the other side of the devil." The stigma on the back of the Night Emperor's hand shone brightly. "The inheritance rights of your Burgoni family have nothing to do with me."

"You look like you've been seriously injured. Are you sure you want to fight for my life here? Excuse me, but you are absolutely no match for me right now." A powerful demonic aura suddenly emerged from Prince Walter.

The Emperor of Night couldn't help but frown. He faced this evil and fierce aura. Even if he wasn't injured, he wouldn't necessarily be his opponent, let alone now that he had internal injuries.

At the same time, Prince Walter's body suddenly changed. It had completely transformed into the shape of a demon. It flapped its wings and soared into the air, pointing the spear in its hand at the Emperor of Night.

Despite the unfavorable situation, the Emperor of Night raised his head and laughed loudly: "Hahahahahahaha! Good, good! Does Friedrich know that his son has become a complete demon?"

After saying that, a huge fist made of holy light suddenly slammed towards the demon in the air.

"Humph, so it is, Glenn. I was wondering why those bandits knew their boss was imprisoned in this so-called 'secret dungeon' of your Inquisition." Russell naturally also sensed the powerful demonic aura. He sneered, "I had a similar premonition after getting involved with the Satanic Cult. As expected, there really is a demonic connection here!"

Glenn could only nod repeatedly without saying a word.

In Grein's view, this was the Holy Spirit accusing him, the helmsman of the Inquisition, of doing a sloppy job. He could only nod in agreement and try to repent in his heart.

As for Grein's son, Reiman, he was so frightened that his face turned pale when he thought about how he had incited the villagers of Meldorf to fight against this powerful god who could easily tame the Holy Light Giant. He didn't understand what had happened at all, but he saw that the Holy Light Giant suddenly became well-behaved and obedient.

Now Lehman was even more afraid that Russell had a very good memory, so he could only shrink his neck and pray that he would not be noticed.

The gods answered Leiman's prayers. Russell had long forgotten the inconspicuous bell ringer Leiman. Russell just felt that Leiman looked familiar. He also thought that Leiman was familiar because he was Grein's son.

Russell turned to look at Francine. "How's it going? Can you control your body now?"

"Well, almost there, just a little bit more. Please wait a moment, brother-in-law." Francine replied crisply.

227 Control

As Francine answered, the light on her body became brighter and steadier. It seemed that the holy light was no longer dissipating.

Russell held his breath, raised his head, looked at the place where the devil's breath came from, and waited patiently for Francine to completely control her body.

…………

In the distance that Russell could see, a fierce battle was unfolding.

The demon's roar echoed in the night sky, and its black wings vibrated up and down, raising a wind field and stirring up dust and ash all over the sky.

The strong wind carried the smell of ashes, which were left after Ha's remains were burned.

The flying demon, the smell of burning, at this moment, the atmosphere created by Prince Walter was indeed similar to hell.

The Night Emperor used his huge fist of holy light to punch out again and again. However, the demon that Walter transformed into was very agile despite its huge size, and every blow of the Night Emperor was dodged by Walter skillfully.

It was in no hurry to attack, it was just playing and teasing its opponent.

Walter felt absolutely wonderful.

Before he turned into a demon, the Emperor of Night could smash his internal organs into pieces with just one punch. As a royal noble, he had no power to resist such unreasonable violence.

However, after completely selling its soul to the devil, it transformed itself and was able to play tricks on its former enemy with ease.

Walter was not in a hurry to kill the enemy in front of him. He wanted to torture this masked enemy, and after his body and mind were destroyed to the extreme, he would kill him in his regret.

Now, Walter was like a big bat. He dodged and rolled flexibly in the air, constantly consuming the physical strength of the Emperor of the Night. He even took the initiative to narrowly avoid the punch thrown by the Emperor of the Night.

Walter was showing off his skilled skills while also hinting to the opponent that "it's almost there, just a little bit more, if you try harder you can kill it."

The masked man had already seen through Walter's thoughts, but he was still focused, with a firm gaze, and focused on throwing punch after punch.

Instead, Walter gradually became impatient facing the fist that seemed to have not weakened at all.

"Boring, so boring! Is this all you can do? Well, now it's my turn to ask you, are you ready to die?" Walter asked in a roar.

At this moment, the Night Emperor's internal injuries could no longer be suppressed. He opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, soaking his mask.

"Hahaha, hahaha! So you've reached your limit! That's great, then please just go and die!" Walter covered his face with his ugly claws and laughed wildly.

Then, its laughter stopped abruptly, and it suddenly turned flexibly in the air, avoiding the sword that was slashing out of nowhere.

A tall giant of holy light held the giant sword made of holy light, blocking Walter and standing in front of the Emperor of Night.

Then, the diminutive Bishop Damian emerged from the darkness.

"We don't know who you are, but since you're a brother of the church, you'd better get out of here as soon as possible. Go and get Archbishop Cluny. Until then, let us two old bones hold it back."

The two bishops, Damian and Sigbert, who were originally going to fight to the death, stopped fighting at the same time after sensing the devil's breath.

Then they hurried towards the demon and blocked the way of the Night Emperor at the critical moment.

…………

And below the cliff.

The dazzling light gradually faded away, and what appeared in front of everyone was no longer the stupid and clumsy giant of holy light, but a beautiful girl with a sweet smile.

"I don't like that big and clumsy body, brother-in-law, so I adjusted it a little bit while controlling it," Francine said with a smile.

Today, Francine looks very similar to Rosaline in appearance and figure. These two sisters who are actually not related by blood look like twins when standing together.

It seemed that when Francine adjusted her body, she reshaped her appearance after Rosalyn's.

However, the sisters have very different temperaments: Rosalyn is calm and composed, while her younger sister Francine has a cunning look in her eyes.

"But what about the excess part? Was it burned by the flames?" Margaret asked curiously.

"Hehe, of course not." Francine spun nimbly, seeming quite pleased with her new body. "My original body was primarily composed of Holy Light, after all. I took the Holy Light back, and it naturally shrank."