Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Russell determined that it was the inferior demon commander, so he stabbed it with his sword without hesitation, and at the same time covered its mouth tightly with his hand.

Black blood splattered.

Immediately afterwards, Russell felt a soul rushing from the body of the inferior demon commander straight into his heart, making the flames burn even more vigorously.

At the same time, Russell heard the soft sounds of several people falling to the ground. The entire squad of the Lesser Demon Commander had been wiped out.

Russell immediately turned around and pulled Margaret, who was waiting there, to move to another location, using the fog to conceal his figure.

The simultaneous fall of several corpses caused quite a commotion, with many dwarf demons and demon commanders rushing over.

During the transfer, Margaret defeated a "lucky" dwarf demon. Its soul rushed to Russell's heart, and its accomplices immediately turned around and ran away.

However, these dwarf demons soon stopped beside a heavy sound of footsteps, and then turned their heads again at the sound, searching for the invisible enemy in the fog.

This time, the leading dwarf demon was knocked down again by Russell's sword.

Then it staggered to its feet.

But by this time Russell and Margaret had once again hidden in the fog.

After this dwarf demon lost its target, the steps of the other dwarf demons approaching immediately became messy, like headless flies.

Margaret frowned.

The behavior of this group of dwarf demons seems like the dwarf demon commander has some kind of soul connection-related spell. The dwarf demons that get close to the commander will be incorporated into his team. Only by killing the dwarf demon commander will these dwarf demons die together.

Perhaps both guesses could be correct, or perhaps the distinction was based on the cunning or violent inferior demon commanders, but now was clearly not the time to think about these things.

Because this violent demon commander has already roared loudly.

"There are invaders! There are invaders!" the demon commander roared, his voice very harsh.

Unfortunately, neither Russell nor Margaret could understand what it was saying.

The irritable demon commander roared for a long time before he remembered to take out a horn from his arms. He blew the horn with all his might, and then the sound of the horn stopped abruptly.

Because it was stabbed to death by Russell who was rushing over.

Russell retracted his sword, but the entire abandoned logging camp began to boil because of the sound of the horn.

The footsteps of many demons sounded from afar, coming from the depths of the thick fog.

"Tsk, it's a little slow, what a pity." Russell shook his head and said in a low voice.

Although the lumberyard was now in chaos and a little noise would no longer be exposed, Russell was still cautious and did not make too much noise.

"My Lord, are we going to have a decisive battle with the devil here?" Margaret asked eagerly, with fire burning in her eyes.

Margaret just thought that Russell was being modest when he said that he was no match for the two demon centurions. How could a great god not be a match for two mere demons?

That's why she made such a fearless proposal.

Russell couldn't follow him, after all, he knew that he was no match for the two demon centurions.

There are also many inferior demon commanders and more than ten times the number of dwarf demons here. It looks like a demon camp.

So Russell can't just rush in.

Even if he could really eliminate all these inferior demon commanders, once they were dragged back by the Demon Centurion, he was not sure that he would be able to defeat the Demon Centurion after absorbing these souls.

However, it was not realistic to just take Margaret away and escape.

The visibility in the thick gray fog was now less than one meter, and Russell had not made any marks for a long time. They lost their way soon after entering the battle.

Therefore, in the heavy fog with extremely low visibility, if you lose your way and try to escape directly, the only possibility is that you will get lost.

The chance of returning the same way is very low, and Russell doesn't want to rely on luck for his fate.

"This seems to be a demon camp. Let's quietly go around to the deepest part of the fog and see what's there. Maybe the demons emerged from the fog. Let's see if there's any way to get rid of this fog."

Russell gritted his teeth, looked at the thick fog that was beginning to make him feel uncomfortable, and made up his mind.

Hearing that Russell was going to charge into the heart of the demon camp, Margaret felt genuinely excited, and she said "hmm" with joy.

So Margaret followed Russell closely, she gave her right hand to her god and held the sword tightly in her left hand.

027 Deep in the Fog

This group of demons looked disorganized and lacked organization and discipline.

After the horn was blown, these arrogant and reckless guys all rushed towards the chaotic place without hesitation, which only exacerbated the chaos.

They rushed out carelessly, completely unaware of Russell and Margaret hiding aside.

After these reckless guys ran past, they were followed by the dwarf demons who were frantically chasing after their superiors.

After the wave of chaos passed, the depths of the thick fog opened its arms to Russell and Margaret as if it were defenseless.

Russell and Margaret looked at each other, then walked hand in hand into the depths of the fog.

After the noisy and chaotic footsteps faded away, the neighborhood returned to silence.

From the sound of dragging footsteps, the two unexpectedly discovered that there were many lost souls wandering around here.

Margaret showed no mercy to the Lost Souls. She killed them mercilessly, without a trace of pity in her expression.

Then she gently put her hands on their wide, empty eyes, silently recited their names in her heart, and silently prayed for them in the name of Russell.

Only at this moment would Margaret's expression soften, memories welling up in her eyes. She prayed silently and gently placed the deceased's body steadily on the ground.

The killing was silent and efficient. The Lost Soul was quietly stabbed by Margaret's sword and fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.

Russell originally wanted to take action, but changed his mind after seeing Margaret's pleading eyes.

Russell silently guarded Margaret, watching her say goodbye to the friends she met on the island one by one.

After Margaret knocked down a dozen Lost Souls, the place became completely quiet, forming a sharp contrast with the noisy demons in the distance that were as noisy as a vegetable market.

The fog was getting thicker. Russell held Margaret's hand and walked forward bravely. He found that her palms were full of sweat.

In fact, Russell was also a little nervous.

The fog that rolled outward blocked almost all light. It was no longer gray, but deep darkness.

Everything around him turned into a vast darkness, a bottomless darkness, like an abyss. This darkness and loneliness made Russell's heart tighten.

At first, when there was a little light, it seemed as if some evil and terrifying existence could emerge from the rolling fog at any time.

He held Margaret's hand tightly, as if this hand was the only one in the world that could bring him a little sense of security and comfort. Then he realized that Margaret was also holding his hand tightly.

But when his vision was completely obscured by darkness, Russell realized that this purest darkness brought the most extreme fear. He felt Margaret trembling with fear.

Russell didn't care about being exposed at this moment. He urgently needed light to dispel this fear.

So he no longer tried to suppress the flames, no longer hid himself, and the flames in his body burned wildly and vigorously.

Margaret's patience finally reached its limit. She suddenly threw herself into his arms like a moth chasing a flame. She had no fear of the flames burning on his body. She hugged him tightly, her body shaking uncontrollably.

In fact, she had already secretly summoned the flame, but the light of that small flame could not penetrate the thick fog at all, so when the flames all over Russell's body shot up into the sky, the emotion in her heart was indescribable.

The flames did not burn her, but gently caressed her, dispelling the fear in her heart bit by bit.

Her eyes felt the light, her skin felt the warmth, she felt the pain in her hands being squeezed, and her tears rolled down.

However, as the surroundings were still silent, she still forced herself not to make any sound.

The thick fog successfully shielded Russell and Margaret. Even the blazing fire could not penetrate the fog and send any signal to the demon in the distance.

Russell gently comforted Margaret. After a while, with the dual comfort of the flame and Russell, she finally regained her composure.

Now, the end of the thick fog appeared in front of them.

In the blazing firelight, Russell could barely see clearly that a black fog ball the size of a football was continuously spreading mist outward.

This black fog ball was suspended in the air, half a person's height above the ground. There was no magic circle or summoning altar near it, as if it appeared there out of thin air.

Destroy it, destroy it.

Russell said to himself.

Russell raised his sword high, letting the orange-red flames dance happily on the blade, and then slashed fiercely at the black fog.

The sharp blade seemed to have only split it for a moment. Russell didn't know if it was his own illusion. The black mist seemed to have only flashed after the sword blade passed by, and it looked unharmed. The thick mist continued to spread around unscrupulously.

Only the dimming flame on the blade reminded Russell that what had just happened was definitely not an illusion.

It seems that the failure just now was simply due to insufficient firepower.

Russell thought so.

So he changed from slashing to stabbing. He held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand. He turned halfway back, pushed the flame on the blade to the extreme, and then stabbed forward fiercely.

The tip of the sword seemed to have poked something, and Russell felt the flame on the sword was rapidly dimming, so he desperately fanned the flame, letting the flame pour through the sword into the black fog.

Russell felt the surging flames flowing through his heart to his right arm, to his right hand, to the tip of the sword, pouring out continuously.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and he bit his lips hard, trying hard to suppress the desire to shout loudly when he exerted force, so as not to attract the enemy and cause failure.

After sending out a large amount of flames, Russell finally felt his sword pierce something silently. His sword tip finally pierced through the black fog.

Then, the black fog ball shrank rapidly in the air like a punctured balloon. Finally, it drew a circle unwillingly and then disappeared completely.

All that remained was a skull.

Then the skull shattered into powder with a bang.

After doing all this, most of the fire in Russell's body was released in one breath.

This made him feel very tired. He gasped for breath and struggled to sheath his sword. Big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Margaret took out a handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped the sweat off Russell's face.

The thick fog quickly thinned out, and visibility around him increased rapidly. Russell quietly extinguished the flames on his body.

"Now is probably not the time to wipe my sweat, Margaret. We have to prepare to run away. Otherwise, when those demons come back, we will be in trouble." Noticing that there were no enemies around, Russell smiled at Margaret and said softly.

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Author's Note: Thanks to IEEE 802.15.4 for the coin

028 Internal strife

"No, wait a minute."

Russell, who was about to pull Margaret away, noticed something was wrong.

Because Russell had just released a strong flame, the gray fog surrounding them quickly dissipated.

Not far from Russell and Margaret, the bodies of those lost souls suddenly began to decay at some point.

Not only the corpses, but also several wandering lost souls a little further away quickly lost their already limited energy, then fell to the ground with a thud and remained motionless.

Could it be that these Lost Souls rely on the gray fog to move? Do the Lost Souls rely on the gray fog to supply energy for movement, or even rely on the gray fog to maintain their physical vitality, or even to keep their corpses from decaying?

Russell's eyelids twitched as he watched. He turned to look at Margaret and found that Margaret's appearance was still the same as before. She did not decay suddenly like those lost souls. This made Russell breathe a sigh of relief.

Margaret stared at the lost souls, wondering what she was thinking.

She noticed Russell's gaze and forced a smile, "My Lord, let's leave quickly."

"Yes, we have destroyed the source of the fog. I'm afraid those demons will come back soon. Let's go quickly. We can leave this forest ahead."

Russell said as he listened to the sudden bustle behind him.

So the two of them left in a hurry.

"Okay, it seems safe now. Let's rest here for a while." After running for a while, Russell stood on the beach and said breathlessly.

Russell looked back and could no longer see the devil. They had escaped the danger of being surrounded.

Although the source of the thick fog had been eliminated, a faint mist still hung over the sea. Russell didn't know whether it was a natural phenomenon or the gray fog that had not yet dissipated.

Russell listened to the sound of waves washing against the rocks and relaxed temporarily. He found some dry rocks and sat down.

Margaret also sat next to Russell, but she kept looking back in the direction of the logging yard, with a heavy heart and no one knew what she was thinking.

"What's wrong, Margaret? Are you worried about something?" Russell asked.

He felt that Margaret had been worried since before she destroyed the source of the fog.

Margaret was stunned for a moment, then answered seriously, "My Lord, I'm wondering what this gray fog is, and what those Lost Souls are. Why are these Lost Souls mixed with demons? Dad has defeated the Demon Centurion before, but he never mentioned the existence of Lost Souls... Are Lost Souls only able to move in the gray fog? Then what does the gray fog represent to demons? Now that you, my Lord, have eliminated the source of the gray fog, will the demons be weakened? This gray fog hasn't completely dissipated. Does it have only one source?"

Margaret's questions came incessantly, like a barrage of questions.