Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

As a scholar, she seems to be thinking about these unknown things anytime and anywhere.

In fact, if the two had not been in a hurry to leave the lumberyard, at least they could have observed something different.

Those low-level demons fell into chaos as the gray fog dissipated. It was not just an unorganized and undisciplined carnival, they were actually caught in a frenzied fight with each other.

Without the gray fog and the high-level demons to keep them in check, these low-level demons seemed to have completely lost their minds and attacked other demons without regard for their lives. The scene was extremely bloody and tragic.

And right in the harbor, the fight between the two demon centurions suddenly became fierce.

Before, they had been eager to spar with each other, starting at daybreak and ending at dusk. But now, they were truly furious and engaged in a fierce fight.

To be precise, only one Demon Centurion fell into madness, while the other was still basically lucid.

However, the Demon Centurion, who was still awake, was at a disadvantage in strength. He was now being suppressed and had been looking for an opportunity to escape, but he was unable to find one.

"Damn these stupid reptiles! Their heads are full of sulfur and magma! They will fall into madness as long as they are not suppressed by the fog of wisdom!" The demon centurion who was still awake complained loudly.

This gray fog that permeates the island is called "Fog of Wisdom" by the demons.

It is different from the crazy "crawler". It has a pair of large wings on its back and two long horns on its forehead.

Although its eyes were filled with anger and helplessness, the cunningness in them could not be concealed in any way.

It wanted to flap its wings and fly away, but it was caught off guard by the continuous attacks of the "reptile" it called, and could not find any opportunity at all.

Its fighting style is also different from that of the "reptiles" it calls. Unlike the other demon centurion, it does not possess irresistible power. It prefers to use "wisdom".

It cast spell after spell filled with evil and corruption, only to be torn apart by the opponent's violent attacks.

To be precise, if it had not cast spell after spell to block the opponent's attack, it would not be its spells that were torn apart, but itself.

Therefore, it had to concentrate on fighting the enemy. It cast spells one after another, but was suppressed miserably.

In fact, it’s not that it’s weak, but the mental magic it’s good at happens to be useless against its colleagues who are in a frenzy.

Whether it was the fear spell or the sleep spell, they were all ineffective - as for the rage spell, Trodal, who considered himself intelligent, would certainly not continue to use the rage spell on the reptile that had already fallen into a rage.

So now the Demon Centurion named Trodal was also furious: Nepirich is such a damn idiot! His head is as empty as a rock!

Trodal patiently circled with his colleague Nepirich, fighting and retreating, quietly using footprints as runes to build a large trap in the port that had been reduced to ruins in the battle.

After a lot of effort, when the large magic circle was finally drawn, Trodal suddenly activated all the runes.

The deserted port was suddenly filled with a foul smell, as if it had turned into a swamp infested with mosquitoes and flies.

This greatly slowed down Nepirich's pace, and it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, but it still threw its spear at Trodal.

The spear pierced through Trodal, who was about to flap his wings to fly, piercing his body and wings together, and then flew towards the sea.

Nepirich, who suddenly exerted force, was also stuck in the mud. He was trapped in the quagmire and could not move. He let out an angry roar, and the acidic liquid in the swamp deeply corroded his skin.

Damn it! After the Mist of Wisdom dimmed, my spells were so severely weakened! That idiot Nepirich still had the energy to throw his spear!

This was the last thought of the Demon Centurion Trodal before he fell into the sea with his spear.

"What do you think? Should we try to take advantage of the situation?" Russell, who came over after hearing the noise, looked at the Demon Centurion who was stuck in the quagmire and was seriously injured, and asked Margaret for advice.

029 Return to the Lumberyard

"I suggest you wait a little longer, my lord," Margaret offered her opinion.

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"The previous battle between the crawling demon and the flying demon was very regular, starting at dawn and ending at dusk. However, the intensity of the battle was far more ferocious than the life-and-death struggle they just had."

Margaret explained, "So, the battle between them suddenly got out of control. Although I don't understand their chaotic roars, I think it has something to do with you destroying the source of the fog."

Margaret pointed at the demon centurion trapped in the swamp.

The demon centurion was frantically slashing with its two remaining swords, as if expressing the pain of being trapped in the acid.

Its remaining two hands groped around, trying to find dry ground to support it and drag all four legs out of the acid swamp.

"According to the wizard's records, demons feed on souls, but there are no living souls on this island anymore. So, how do such a large group of demons survive? I think it has something to do with the fog."

Margaret made a confident guess based on what she had just seen and heard.

Russell nodded: "What you said makes sense. Let's go back the same way."

"My Lord, where are you going?"

"Let this guy expend some energy. If your guess is correct, then the demons in the lumberyard might be fighting among themselves over their souls. Why don't we go see what's going on over there first?" Russell said with a smile. "Let me replenish my strength and then rush over to deal with it before it starves to death."

In fact, Russell was quite eager to make a move. Although the spear that pierced through another demon centurion just now caused Russell's heart to feel phantom pain, he was still eager to step forward and challenge the demon centurion trapped in the acid swamp.

Russell felt that his body, from his internal organs to every muscle and every cell, was excited, and they seemed to be eager to take revenge on the devil centurion.

However, after listening to Margaret's reasons, Russell suppressed his physical impulse and chose a more sensible strategy.

"Yes, my lord." Margaret caught up with Russell and added, "Also, this acid swamp must be thoroughly explored. Knowing where you can land and where you can't is crucial for your battle. And how to deal with this acid also requires thorough investigation and preparation before the battle."

"Margaret."

"Yes, my lord."

"Aren't you overthinking this? Since you think of me as a god, why don't you think I'm invincible and can just charge in and cut that demonic centurion in two?"

Russell asked with some amusement.

Margaret spoke with a look of piety. "My Lord, isn't this a test you've bestowed upon me? A test of my worthy standing with you on earth? If I can't offer reasonable advice based on your demonstrated combat prowess, then my wisdom is insufficient to serve you, isn't it?"

"...Okay, you're smart, and everything you said is right." Russell originally wanted to tease Margaret, but ended up being speechless.

Russell was actually in a pretty good mood. He initially just wanted to go around the blocked hill to find some food to keep up the long-term struggle and to scout the enemy situation.

Unexpectedly, by accident, they not only destroyed the source of the ominous gray fog, but also promoted the internal strife among the demons.

Now the possibility of solving the problem has greatly increased. Russell has begun to seriously plan how to eliminate the demon centurion trapped in the acid swamp.

Of course, Russell is not only seeking revenge for the original owner of this body, he is also coveting the demon soul that fills the body of the demon centurion.

He believed that if he absorbed the soul of the Demon Centurion, the power of his flames would be greatly enhanced.

Russell even felt a little sorry that the soul of the demon centurion who was thrown into the sea was wasted - no, that kind of insidious and cunning demon would not die so easily, maybe there was still a chance.

Russell thought so.

Of course, all this is based on the assumption that Margaret's guess is correct.

When the two returned to the lumberyard, they found that Margaret's guess was correct.

At the same time, the sawmill has become a hell due to the fighting between demons.

The air was filled with the stench of demonic blood, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground. Many demons were chopped to pieces, and the irregular wounds on even more demons showed that they were torn apart alive.

The remaining six inferior demon commanders were still fighting fiercely. Their bodies seemed to have grown bigger and swollen, and some of them even had four arms.

Although the fighting between demons eliminated many low-level demons, it also caused the strength of the remaining demons to increase rapidly.

It seems that the demon standing last is likely to be promoted from a low-level demon to the new demon centurion.

"Fortunately, we arrived in time, otherwise, it would have become a huge trouble." Russell sighed to Margaret.

"Yes, my lord, and it seems that these are all violent demons. They will only advance into reptiles, not flying insects." Margaret agreed, and also predicted the evolutionary paths of these demons.

While chatting, Russell's mind moved, and many fragmented demon souls rushed to his heart.

More than half of the demon corpses still had a trace of residual soul left. It seemed that the demons, who had become violent after the gray fog faded, had even become more careless in their eating habits.

These fragmented souls gathered together still form a huge energy, which rushed towards Russell's heart from all directions, looking very spectacular.

This scene even made the violent demons stop fighting temporarily. They all turned their heads and looked at the two uninvited guests who had suddenly visited.

The scene suddenly became quiet and the picture seemed to be still.

The ground was littered with broken limbs, muddy black blood, and several pairs of eyes filled with viciousness, brutality, and chaos. Their eyes were fixed on the flames rising into the sky. Countless dark souls poured into the human-shaped flames from all directions, as if that was the only light in the world, the only salvation.

This silence only lasted for a few seconds. When the demon's soul completely poured into Russell's heart and turned into blazing energy again, the remaining demons instinctively felt threatened.

They even temporarily overcame their violent and chaotic nature, put aside their hostility towards each other, and rushed towards Russell and Margaret at the same time.

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030 Dance

This was the first time Russell faced the enemy head-on without armor, and he found that he did not feel afraid.

On the contrary, Russell was very excited, and his sword-holding hand was trembling slightly with excitement.

Russell suddenly let out a loud shout and rushed into the enemy camp.

Calling them an enemy formation would be an overstatement for these low-level demons. To be precise, they were just maintaining a chaotic offensive posture.

These demons were confused and blood-thirsty, and lacked tacit understanding with each other. Although they rushed up all at once, they were more of a drag on each other than posing a threat.

They blocked my advance and I blocked your attack route, and we swarmed towards me in a chaotic manner.

In fact, this completely hinders them from exerting their individual combat effectiveness. If it were changed to a round-robin battle, perhaps the effect would be better.

Russell easily dodged the fierce attack from the demon in front, and the attacks behind him became a mess.

In order to avoid their temporary "accomplices", some demons' moves became crooked and timid; while some demons had completely lost their minds, and in their blood-thirsty frenzy they simply chopped down their "accomplices" as well, indiscriminately attacking everything that blocked their attack route.

A demon was hit on the back, and in pain, it turned around in anger to fight back.

The demons immediately fell into chaos.

Russell, who had already rushed into the enemy camp, quickly realized the problem of the demons, so he chose to take the initiative to attack those demons who still had a little bit of rationality without hesitation.

Interestingly, these demons that still had some sense were also weak in direct combat. After Russell killed two demons in a row, the remaining three mindless demons fell into complete chaos. They started a chaotic melee without thinking.

Huh? Why three? Weren't there six demons before? If I kill two, there should be four left, right?

After Russell blocked several attacks in a row, he realized something was wrong.

At this time, the sound of weapons clashing came from behind him, accompanied by the devil's cry and Margaret's rebuke.

It turned out that after Russell dodged its attack, the demon at the front continued to charge forward without thinking, heading straight for Margaret. At this time, it had already engaged Margaret.

Although Margaret's swordsmanship was quite sophisticated, she was still at a disadvantage when facing the demon who had an absolute advantage in strength.

Especially this furious demon completely ignored Margaret's threatening moves, and launched a violent attack with an attitude of exchanging injuries for life.

This made it impossible for Margaret to perform many of the exquisite and sharp sword skills inherited from her family.

Margaret had no advantage in strength and her skills were limited, which made her only able to hold on. She moved flexibly, trying hard to resolve the demon's attack, and sweat was already on her forehead.

Russell quickly pulled away and he hurried back to help.

The other three demons were already in the mood for killing and had no interest in chasing this "coward who fled the battlefield". They roared and fought each other with ping-pong sounds.

Russell was rushing back to help, and at the same time he began to absorb the souls of the two demons he killed in order to attract the attention of the demon who was attacking Margaret.

This is indeed an extremely effective method, but the effect is a bit too good.

Not only was the demon attacking Margaret attracted, but the three demons fighting each other were also attracted by Russell. They shouted and swarmed towards Russell again.

"Hah!" Margaret shouted softly. She took advantage of the flaw revealed by the demon's attention being attracted by Russell and stabbed the demon's heart with a sword.

Ha, it seems that absorbing souls can be used as a group taunting skill on the battlefield.

Russell thought with a smile.

However, unexpectedly, the sword in Margaret's hand failed to pierce the demon's skin. The sword made a mournful cry, and then broke into two pieces with a click.

Margaret was caught off guard and lost her balance. She stumbled and leaned forward involuntarily.

The demon in pain realized that he was under attack, raised his hands high, and chopped down the opponent's head with a sword.

The startled Margaret didn't even have time to close her eyes before she felt herself thrown into a warm and familiar embrace.

Russell suddenly accelerated, and before the devil's sword could chop down, he put his arm around Margaret's waist and carried her out of danger.

The familiar embrace made Margaret suddenly feel relieved. She gently leaned her head in Russell's arms and felt unprecedented peace of mind.

Russell turned around lightly, and with the blessing of the increasingly vigorous flames, it didn't look like he was holding someone in his arms.

He swung the sword lightly, with a casual stroke, but the blade in his hand suddenly extended and directly cut the demon's throat.

Since hugging Margaret would not affect the battle, Russell simply continued to hug her. After all, she had just lost her weapon, and Russell did not want any demon to take advantage of the situation and rush to her side.

Margaret, who was in Russell's arms, had wild thoughts at this moment. She finally understood why those noble ladies who she thought were vulgar were so keen on attending social balls.