Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Russell had already considered the possibility of settling accounts with the Burgundy royal family for Margaret in the future.

He concluded that if the time really came, Crown Prince Conrad, who was so cruel to him, would definitely be a formidable enemy and must be eliminated.

What? Conrad wasn't brave, because he peed his pants out of fear? Looking at it another way, if he was scared to death and still dared to charge at the demon, wouldn't that make him the most ruthless person? His will was so strong that it even overcame his physical reactions!

Being able to raise such a crown prince, King Frederick of Usedom and Queen Mother Adelaide must be extraordinary people.

As for why Eleanor was so naive, a princess who had no throne to inherit could of course be raised however she pleased, as long as the heir to the throne was trained well.

Russell's face was solemn, and he had a rather high opinion of the royal family of Usedom in his heart.

Moreover, he believed that a considerable number of members of the royal family were colluding with the devil, with the Black Princess and the second prince Walter being examples. It was possible that the entire royal family was the devil's agent controlling Usedom.

In this case, simply eliminating the Burgoni royal family is not enough; their true colors must be exposed. Where should we start...

Russell began to plan.

Conrad had no idea that the mistake he made in a daze after seeing Eleanor throw herself into Russell's arms made Russell regard him as a tough and ruthless person and a difficult imaginary enemy.

He had received a heavy blow on the head and felt dizzy. After being instructed by Eleanor to loudly thank Rosaline for casting a spell to put out the fire for him, he came to a place where there was no fire and slowly sat down while holding onto a tree trunk.

"Your Highness Conrad, you take your time here to rest. I'll go see if the demon is completely dead." Russell felt the fire in his body recover a little. He decided to kill the demon completely first. "Eleanor, you sit here with your brother for a while."

Conrad nodded slowly. Even though he had witnessed Eleanor throwing herself into Russell's arms, he still felt a little comforted that this hateful rival had the "tact" to leave Eleanor alone with him.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince felt that his dizziness seemed to have eased a little, and he could even force a smile.

Until Eleanor replied with a smile: "I know, Master!"

The word "Master" so close to him was like a heavy hammer. Conrad felt as if his head was hit hard again. He felt stars in his eyes, dizzy, and gasping for breath.

Only then did Eleanor finally realize that she had let the cat out of the bag. She stuck out her tongue cutely and turned to look at Conrad quietly, wanting to see how her brother, who had always been proud of the noble bloodline of the Burgundy family, would react when she called Russell "Master".

Wouldn't Brother Conrad be angry about this? Eleanor thought worriedly.

However, seeing Conrad's expressionless face, Eleanor felt somewhat relieved.

The Crown Prince did not move, as if he had not heard what Eleanor had just said.

Ah, that’s great. It seems like my brother didn’t hear what I said just now. That’s great.

However, I still have to apologize to my brother Conrad for writing a letter to trick him into coming to this farm.

Eleanor smiled sweetly as she thought of this, but before she could say anything, she was surprised to see Conrad, who was sitting with his back against a tree, shake and then fall to the ground with a thud.

"Brother! Brother! Are you okay, brother?" Eleanor exclaimed.

Eleanor's voice attracted countless eyes to look at Conrad who fell to the ground. Her voice penetrated the ranks of knights, passed in front of the bishop, jumped into the newly appeared pit, and penetrated into Prince Walter's ears.

Walter was already losing consciousness due to the massive blood loss.

It was silently enduring the spears, stones and crossbow arrows that the knights kept throwing into the pits corroded by its blood. Although these weapons did not hurt it at all, it did not have the energy to retaliate against those annoying little bugs.

Walter was gathering his strength; he must take advantage of the last opportunity to escape and take revenge on the Occitania who had severely wounded him.

But as the blood flowed, it became increasingly difficult for it to stay awake.

No, no, I must escape from here before dawn. When the sun rises, without the cover of the fog, I will completely lose my mind...

Walter gritted his teeth and warned himself.

It doesn't know how much time has passed, it doesn't know how long the night will last, but every second of delay means one second closer to its death knell.

Fortunately, the severe pain of losing its arms and wings allowed it to stay awake and avoid falling into a coma, but its consciousness still inevitably became groggy.

In a daze, Walter heard a familiar clear voice calling his brother.

This time, as if in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, Walter finally remembered where he had heard this tone before.

Ah, so this voice is Eleanor...

Perhaps because he was seriously injured, Walter recalled the scene when he and his two siblings played and fought in the royal garden when they were children. A rather terrifying smile appeared on the devil's face.

Those were the years when its ambitions had not yet sprouted, and it and Conrad could be considered brothers.

But when Walter thought of Conrad, his heart was filled with anger, and the smile on his face became ferocious again.

Why, why should Conrad belong to him just because he was born a few years earlier than me?

Walter gritted his teeth, furious.

Driven by anger, it actually felt less weak and slowly began to regain control of its stiff body.

At this moment, it noticed that the arrows falling like rain had stopped at some point, and the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, coming from far away and getting closer.

"I'm so disappointed in you, Walter!" the tall Bishop Siegbert accused fiercely, "Your Highness, the Prince of Usedom, has actually fallen into the trap of becoming a demon!"

The stigmata on the back of Bishop Sigbert's hand lit up, and his body rapidly expanded. He stood there, one hand grasping the demon's neck, the other holding the Holy Light Sword, and sternly demanded, "Are you ready to die, demon?"

The originally powerless demon Walter suddenly opened his eyes wide and roared loudly: "I will never die! I haven't become king yet!"

At the same time, its only remaining claw suddenly stretched forward, as if it was about to pierce through the chest of the Holy Light Giant in the next moment.

However, a blazing sword energy flew over and shattered its counterattack. The sword energy was accompanied by Russell's firm voice: "That's not necessarily true!"

233 Executed

Amidst Walter's shrill screams, its other claw shot up into the sky, splashing out another pool of rancid blood.

Russell, who arrived at the critical moment, looked at Bishop Sigbert unhappily and said, "It's you, the grandson, who wants to steal the head, right?"

As a result, he not only failed to get the kill, but also almost lost himself.

Not only that, in order to save Siegbert, Russell was eager to take action. He could have killed Walter with one sword, but he missed and failed to kill it directly. He only cut it into a human...devil stick.

If Russell had not boasted before that he would save the two bishops, Sigbert and Damian, and that it would be inappropriate to let Sigbert die like this, Russell would not have bothered to care about the life and death of such a stupid teammate like Sigbert.

Bishop Sigbert was startled by Russell's stare. He had just prayed to the Lord in despair, and Russell really appeared and saved him. This made Bishop Sigbert begin to believe that Russell was the Holy Spirit that Glenn mentioned.

Since it was the Holy Spirit who was angry, Bishop Sigbert had no choice but to obey. He respectfully made the sign of the cross on his chest and bowed deeply to Russell.

"I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, and I fear no evil, for you are with me; your sword and your fire protect me." Bishop Sigebert prayed in a low voice.

Bishop Sigebert was hot-tempered and impatient, but he was no fool in his dealings with others. He was afraid of annoying the Holy Spirit, so after a respectful salute, he turned around and left the pit.

He was eager to find Glenn and discuss doctrine with him. Could it be that the Kingdom of the Holy Spirit filled with the gospel was really about to come?

Bishop Sigebert was in high spirits and in a hurry.

After the tall Bishop Sigbert left, only Russell and Walter, a man and a demon, were left in the stinking pit.

"You... who are you?" Walter asked weakly, looking like he was dying.

Russell did not let down his guard just because Walter showed weakness to the enemy. Walter's counterattack when he seemed to be on the verge of death just now left a deep impression on him.

"My name is Russell. When you go to hell, remember to spread my name to your companions." Russell raised his sword, and blazing flames danced wildly on the blade.

Hearing Russell's name, Walter was startled at first, and then laughed crazily: "Haha, hahahaha, cough cough cough, cough cough cough!"

As it laughed, it coughed up blood.

However, Walter ignored it and continued, "You, you are Russell. You are the important figure from the Vatican that my father asked me to welcome!"

In fact, King Frederick did not say that Russell was from the Holy See, he just said a few ambiguous words, but in Walter's opinion, if he could easily defeat the demonized one, how could he not be a big shot from the Holy See?

I'm a prominent figure from the Vatican? How come I didn't know this? I'm really curious about your royal family's intelligence channels... Wait, maybe this old royal family really does know a lot of unknown secrets. Maybe my previous life was really a prominent figure from the Vatican?

Russell didn't know that this was just Walter's imagination. Even if the royal family really had any intelligence channels, those intelligence channels would have long been invalid after being isolated from the world for 24 years.

Russell raised his eyebrows, and he gave up the idea of ​​killing Walter immediately. He wanted to quietly get more information about his life experience.

"I have fully felt your warm welcome, Your Highness, and I have also reciprocated the corresponding courtesy. I believe Your Highness feels the same way." Russell laughed, looking at the demon in front of him whose arms and wings had been cut off.

"The Holy See! Hahahaha! The Holy See! Since you have a way to kill the devil, what were you doing twenty-four years ago? Did you just watch Usedom die? Forced Usedom to give up two-thirds of its territory and retreat into an isolated and helpless corner?" Walter roared loudly and questioned.

A demon questioned why the Church did not take action to fight the demons. The scene was obviously too absurd, and Russell almost couldn't control himself.

"Why! Why did you have to appear after I turned into a demon! Why? Why did the Emperor of the Night have to kill me and force me to turn into a demon? Why, ah?" Walter roared angrily.

Russell finally understood that the guy in front of him had no stance at all. He just wanted to win and didn't care which side won.

It's just that it bet on the wrong horse, so now it looks so regretful.

It regrets not its own fall into evil, but its own failure, and therefore resents the Church, which "can actually defeat the devil." It is a typical anti-defeat guy, not anti-war.

When Russell thought of the spiritual Japanese lying in front of him, he suddenly felt bored and lost the desire to continue to get words from Walter.

Russell raised the blazing sword high. Amidst Walter's hoarse curses, he saw that Walter seemed to be resigned to his fate but was actually gathering strength to struggle and escape. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

Russell had naturally noticed the disappointment Margaret had shown when she was worried about being unable to help and becoming a burden. Perhaps at times like this, ladies should also feel a sense of participation...

So Russell's hand slowed down, and the sword, which seemed to be sharp, hit nothing.

"I said! I will never die before I become king!" Walter thought he had a good plan. He jumped up suddenly and avoided Russell's "fatal" sword.

Then, the demon roared loudly, and its two remaining legs burst out with great strength, running away.

At this time, it was almost entirely relying on instinct and had no energy to notice that the escape route it chose was actually deliberately left for it by Russell.

"I curse you, Russell!"

It nimbly dodged the knights' interception.

"I curse your faith, your gods! Ah——!"

It tried to dodge Margaret's sword by moving sideways, but after its only leg without a wound (the other leg had been cut by Russell) was hit hard by Margaret's sword, it began to stumble completely.

It had no time to think about why the woman's sword deliberately cut through its hard shell, and it just continued to stumble and escape based on instinct.

The injury seemed to have aroused Walter's bloodiness. He burst out with huge energy under the desire to survive. He rushed out suddenly and barely avoided Margaret's interception.

"I curse your family and your bloodline!"

It cursed at Margaret.

It rushed out for a long distance and just took a breath when Rosaline's magic came down on its head. It had no choice but to roar and endure the bombardment of magic.

The magic blast made its entire body numb.

Finally, taking advantage of the opportunity when Rosaline was re-condensing her magic, it spread its legs again and tried to escape.

It hated these women who caused it trouble. It cursed: "I curse you, Russell! I curse every woman of yours -"

"You bastard! Stop!" The angry Eleanor suddenly appeared from the darkness, blocked Walter's way, and held out the dark dagger in her hand.

Eleanor's stealth method caught Walter off guard, and he was shocked when the dagger stabbed him in the chest.

When Walter saw that the person standing in front of him was Eleanor with a pair of animal ears, his long-lost sister, he was stunned.

Are you going to stop me, Eleanor?

Walter felt extremely sad and angry.

Then, Russell pierced it through the back with a sword.

It felt its physical strength rapidly draining away. It slowly lowered its head, looked at the long sword thrusting at its chest, and felt its soul frantically leaving its body.

In a daze, it heard its sister's cheerful laughter: "Master, Master, you are awesome! You killed this demon with just one sword!"

It vaguely saw its sister throw herself into Russell's arms. The playful and lively little sister couldn't help but give Russell a sweet kiss.

It's me, Eleanor. I'm not a demon. I'm your brother Walter...

It moved its mouth, but no word came out. It fell to the ground with a thud and was completely silent.

Its soul surged towards Russell's heart, turning into blazing firewood, making up for the energy Russell had consumed in helping Francine control her body today.

In the distance, Francine was removing the holy light from her body. She muttered in dissatisfaction, "My brother-in-law is really something. He only knows how to use me as a sling."

But her narrowed eyes, relaxed brows and upturned mouth corners were all filled with happiness.

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234 Out of the Shadows

Seeing the demon fall to the ground, motionless, the knights cheered fiercely, and the joy of victory filled the entire battlefield.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" The old knight holding the flag couldn't help but burst into tears, sweeping away the twenty-four-year-long haze brought to him by the great retreat.

He held high in his right arm the worn-out flag of Old Usedom, which pointed to the sky, fluttering in the wind of victory.

"This is the first fucking step to fight back against the fucking devil!" He held tightly with his left hand the hand of another old knight who had participated in the Great Retreat, and the two old comrades held hands tightly.