Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"So you can change back?" Margaret began to write down the details in her notebook.

"Yeah, of course," Francine flung herself into her sister's arms, causing Rosalyn to gasp, and she replied with a tilt of her head and a smile on her face.

"Okay, Francine, change back now," Russell said immediately.

"What's wrong, brother-in-law? Don't you like me as a beautiful girl?" Francine pouted and jumped out of Rosalyn's arms in dissatisfaction. "Or do you prefer other images to your sister?"

Francine turned around again, her skirt flying as she turned back to look like Eleanor. "Brother-in-law, tell me honestly, do you prefer this?"

Turning again, Francine became Margaret: "Still like this?"

It seemed that after using fire to control the holy light, Francine became very adept at controlling her appearance.

Looking at the ladies' reserved and expectant eyes, Russell knew that this question was not easy to answer.

"Didn't you promise to be obedient? Change back into the giant you were just now!"

Francine pouted unhappily. "Brother-in-law, you have such a strong taste!"

Despite her complaints, Francine still obediently transformed back into the appearance of the Holy Light Giant. However, this Holy Light Giant was no longer the rough and unrefined one from before, but had turned into a tall and slender girl.

However, the image of the girl formed by the holy light is nearly ten meters tall and looks somewhat scary.

“And what, brother-in-law?” Francine asked angrily. “Will I cause a stir if I walk around like this?”

Then she changed the subject and said with a sly smile, "Or, brother-in-law, do you want to peek under my skirt?"

How to put it, Russell felt very uncomfortable when a lady made of holy light said such words.

But Russell had learned to ignore Francine's devilish personality. "Okay, now, throw me over the cliff. There's a devil friend over there, and I'm going to treat him well."

"Ah? So you want me to do this?" Francine asked in surprise.

"What else?" Russell asked with a smile.

Then Russell's smile faded and he scolded, "Stop talking nonsense and get to work, otherwise some of his old friends might meet with misfortune."

As he spoke, Russell pointed at Grein.

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Author's words: I forgot that the last weekend before the New Year is a single day off, so I will use this weekend to clean up the house.

The updates tomorrow and the day after tomorrow may not be stable, please forgive me.

Although we don't have a holiday on New Year's Eve, we still have to work on Sunday! What a genius holiday arrangement!

228 shooting star

"No, please leave this demon Walter to me," the Night Emperor shook his head stubbornly, temporarily suppressing his injuries and standing up again. "Please leave and inform Archbishop Cluny."

The Emperor of Night forced himself to suppress his comments about the two bishops who came to help being not strong enough.

This was not out of gratitude for the two's help, but simply because he did not want to provide any useful information to the devil incarnated by Walter.

A hearty laugh emanated from the giant of holy light that Bishop Sigbert had transformed into. "Hahahahaha! There's no way Damian and I can leave together. I'm afraid we'll start fighting again halfway through!"

As he spoke, he swung the Holy Sword at the demon.

Walter didn't want to confront Sigbert's bull-like fighting style head-on, so he flapped his wings and dodged nimbly, and for a moment it seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Bishop Damian also said at the right time: "Yes, in fact, this demon can be said to have saved Sigbert's life. If I hadn't sensed the demon's aura, I'm afraid Sigbert would have died at my hands by now."

As Bishop Damian finished speaking, the sword in Sigbert's hand suddenly disappeared, and then another sword of holy light appeared out of thin air and slashed down at Walter.

Walter dodged quickly, then made a sharp turn in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the fist of holy light that was blasted from the Emperor of Night.

"What a despicable lie!" Sigbert's voice sounded furious. "It was me who sensed the devil's presence and stopped. Otherwise, Damian, you would have been dead by now!"

At the same time, the Holy Light Giant suddenly charged towards Walter, whose speed was forced to slow down. While running wildly, he grabbed the Holy Light Sword hanging in the air in his hand.

Although Walter narrowly avoided the sword with his incredibly agile demon body, he was kicked by the Holy Light Giant and flew out.

The demon fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Hahahaha! How about it, devil, have you tasted my power?" Bishop Sigbert laughed out loud.

"Idiot! If you hadn't kicked it away, it would have been hit by the Fist of Light!" Damian immediately poured cold water on him.

At this time, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Walter floated in the air with a ferocious look on his face, and he looked unharmed.

It showed a sinister smile. "Very good, the court jester's performance successfully entertained me. Let me show my respect by presenting you with my reward."

Its body suddenly swelled up, and it flapped its wings, creating a huge wind pressure that forced the Holy Light Giant incarnated by Sigbert to stop.

After getting kicked due to carelessness, it changed its mind and decided to crush this tiny human head-on with absolute strength.

Then, it suddenly accelerated and flew straight towards Bishop Sigbert.

The air around it was compressed, forming a transparent barrier. Then, a deafening explosion echoed in the air. An invisible shockwave formed around the demon, pushing the swirling smoke and dust to the sides.

Walter broke the sound barrier and arrived in front of Sigbert in almost an instant.

It wants to use its brutal and huge body to smash the disobedient person in front of it into a pool of blood and flesh.

But before that, it still felt a lot of pain, and it smashed the fists and swords that blocked its way.

In severe pain, its body subconsciously slowed down, which made Bishop Sigbert reluctantly withdraw the giant incarnation of holy light, and then nimbly rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding Walter's fatal blow in the dust.

At the same time, the Emperor of Night spat out blood again, and his mask was completely soaked with blood.

Bishop Damian simply sat down on the ground, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Hahahaha! Good, very good!" Looking at the three people in front of him who were already at the end of their strength, Walter laughed heartily. "To reward your courage, I have decided to give you eternal death as a gift. Are you ready to die obediently? Several important figures in the church?"

"Bah! Walter, you will go to hell!" Damian spat out with all his strength.

"Hmph, hell is nothing but a lie made up by you charlatans. I won't go anywhere until I ascend the throne," Walter said contemptuously. "Cry! Shout! Beg your Lord to show mercy and save you! Huh? How could such devout believers fall into such a desperate situation, and yet your Lord doesn't come to save you?"

Even Bishop Sigbert, who had always been close to the royal power, had lost interest in talking to the demonized Prince Walter. He closed his eyes and recited scriptures aloud before he died.

"The way is finished, the way of faith is kept. Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day: and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing."

After hearing Bishop Siegbert's chanting, Walter burst into wild laughter: "Hahahahahaha! Judgment! The Lord who judges according to justice!"

"What a lord! Where was your lord when Vineta was swallowed by the waves? Where was your lord when Kannos was destroyed by demons?"

"Let your Lord judge the demons, come! Start by judging me, come!"

The demon Walter's wild and blasphemous roar resounded through the sky, and an ominous and strange demonic fire rose in his hands.

"It looks like we're tied in this round, Sigbert. We're both going to die here." With his last breath, Damian smiled at his old friend and rival.

"I hope I won't have to see your face again in heaven!" Bishop Sigbert said unhappily.

"What a coincidence! I prayed the same way."

Then, a yellow meteor streaked across the sky.

It first rose rapidly from the bottom of the cliff, and then suddenly fell towards the devil in mid-air, drawing a beautiful yellow arc in the inky night sky.

Walter's crazy laughter stopped abruptly, and he had to try hard to make complex maneuvers in the air to avoid the yellow meteor that was tracking him directly.

It could see clearly that the meteor was a man, holding a sword in his hand and stabbing it fiercely.

It tried its best and barely managed to avoid the man's sharp attack. Despite this, its calf was still cut by the man's sword.

Amid its shrill roars, smelly blood gurgled down and landed on the ground, corroding the ground into holes.

"Hahahahahahaha! Walter, the Lord is here to punish you now! How do you feel, how do you feel?" The hot-tempered Bishop Sigbert laughed out loud.

"I thought Glenn had gone mad, but am I the one who is crazy? Could it be that this Excellency is really the Holy Spirit?" Bishop Damian muttered to himself in a low voice, with an lingering look of horror in his eyes.

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Author's words: Thanks to reader 1697116370 for the coin

I finally cleaned up the house on Friday night and all day Saturday. I'm exhausted. There's only one update today, so please forgive me.

229 The Crown Prince's Charge

The Night Emperor obviously disagreed with Bishop Damian's conclusion, but he took the opportunity to recuperate from his injuries and had no energy to say anything.

But the pair of dark eyes above the blood-soaked mask showed that their owner was thinking a lot.

The Emperor of Night is seriously considering whether this extraordinary man who can manipulate fire can serve as an ally in the fight against demons.

"Master? What master?" Walter flapped his wings, and his wound was slowly healing.

The demonized prince grimaced in pain, making his face look even more hideous.

The devil looked fiercely at Russell who fell to the ground, looking at the blazing yellow flame on Russell's body.

The severe pain in its legs before and the burning pain that still lingered made it quickly come out of its arrogance.

The demon cautiously probed, "With that hair color, are you from Occitania? Who are you? Why did you attack this prince?"

"I didn't see any prince, I only saw an ugly and noisy fly." Russell pointed his sword at the devil from a distance and replied bluntly.

Walter's eyes rolled. He didn't mind using nonsense to buy time to recover from his injuries. "Humph, I'm here on the orders of His Majesty King Frederick of Usedom to welcome a distinguished guest from Occitania named Russell. He's the one who made me look like this!"

Prince Walter stretched out his ugly claws and pointed them at the Emperor of Night, as if he was the victim.

"You mean, he made you like this?" Russell glanced at the Emperor of the Night and asked, following the devil's words, but the sword in his hand was still pointing at Walter from a distance.

"That's right! I am the first heir of Usedom, but I was harmed by the cursed usurper and became what I am today!" Prince Walter said righteously.

If I hadn't been killed, I wouldn't have needed to use the power of the devil at the moment of death to completely demonize myself and become a devil.

This is Prince Walter's logical chain, so what he said is justified.

Russell didn't believe a single word that came out of the devil's mouth.

Russell had just used up too much fire to stabilize Francine's body, and he was anxious to save her and rushed over without waiting for recovery. Now he was just pretending to believe Walter's nonsense and delaying time.

Russell followed up on Walter's words and asked, "Oh? What kind of secretive activities did this secretive gentleman do?"

The Emperor of Night was calling upon holy light to repair his injuries and had no time to pay attention to the devil's sophistry.

At this moment, a thunderous sound of horse hooves echoed from behind Walter, followed by the powerful voice of Crown Prince Conrad: "Sir, don't listen to his nonsense! Walter, I am the real Crown Prince! That sir only rescued me from your plot to kill my brother! He has long since fallen into the devil's clutches!"

Walter turned his head with a half-smile, feeling a little annoyed.

Conrad brought many knights with him. Those knights followed him to Weinard Farm, but now they changed their minds and followed Conrad.

Walter was particularly annoyed when he noticed that his closest confidants, the relatively young knights who participated in the capture of Conrad, were not in the queue. He thought they had been purged.

So Walter flapped his wings and circled in the air, and he boredly let the knights shoot arrows at his rough and hard skin.

The arrows hit its body in vain, then fell down dejectedly, unable to even leave the slightest trace on its body.

Walter set his sights on the culprit who caused all this, the Emperor of Night.

If Walter had not been suddenly attacked and killed, Crown Prince Conrad would not have been able to turn the situation around so easily.

After all, Walter has painstakingly built a good reputation among the knight class.

If Russell had not left a scar on his leg as soon as he appeared, Prince Walter would probably still be so arrogant and domineering at this moment.

Prince Walter, now demonized, no longer cared about the knights' political affiliations. He simply used force to subjugate everyone.

Only when it realized that Russell could hurt it did it quickly calm down from its rage, and then it regained its political instinct as a prince and subconsciously began to calculate again.

At this moment, a lit rocket hit the tough skin of Walter's calf and fell down along with Walter's smelly blood.

That's the devil's blood!

Crown Prince Conrad, who nearly lost his life today, was obviously aware of his weakness, that is, he had the title of legitimate heir, but his prestige among the ruling class was very insufficient.

Many knights dared to follow Walter to capture him, some even planning to secretly execute him. If it weren't for the intervention of the Emperor of the Night, whom Crown Prince Conrad always disliked, he would probably have been summoned by the Lord by now.

And in front of him was a wounded demon, its movements were slow (mainly to conserve its strength), and it couldn't even avoid conventional bows and arrows (mainly to conserve its strength), trying to reason with people instead of brutally slaughtering them (mainly to conserve its strength).

In the eyes of Crown Prince Conrad, this demon was already seriously injured and on the verge of death, and could be taken advantage of.

As long as he kills this seriously injured and dying demon, Conrad will undoubtedly be able to take the main credit for himself - will people believe the crown prince or an Occitania they have never met before?

Even better, this demon was Walter's demonized form. Killing it would not only completely eliminate his brother's attempt to usurp the throne, but would also solidify his own reputation.

Crown Prince Conrad, having instantly understood the stakes, was greatly encouraged. He drew his sword fiercely, "The demon that has taken over Walter's body is already injured! Target, the demon in the air! Knights, follow me and charge! Protect this lord! Rescue the two bishops!"

Although Crown Prince Conrad shouted passionate slogans, the knights' response was not very enthusiastic.

Because those young knights who were young and easily instigated had just been purged for following Walter.