Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Trodal was startled and stopped involuntarily.

Just as Trodal was distracted by Margaret's sudden call, he suddenly felt extreme danger.

Trodal subconsciously dodged to the side, which saved its life.

It barely avoided being beheaded by Russell who suddenly attacked it, but it was not in a good situation either, because its entire right arm was cut off by Russell, and black blood gushed out.

Trodal had never expected Russell to suddenly attack at this time. After being severely injured, he knew that there was no need to hide his identity anymore.

Two broad wings suddenly extended from its back, with wounds still remaining on the wings from being pierced by a spear.

Its right arm had been cut off, and the severe pain from the wound was like a flame burning its soul, causing it to roar in pain. It felt that the string of reason in its brain was about to be broken.

"Hello, Butler Roald. Nice to meet you." Russell was polite in his words, but his hands were not idle. He rushed towards the demon centurion.

What Russell held in his hand was not the sharp "holy sword", but the knight's broadsword that he had carefully selected in the church early this morning. He threw the "holy sword" far away - Russell was not so naive as to use the weapon provided by the devil to fight the devil.

The demon's body was different from when it turned into a human form. Its skin was much tougher. Russell knew after just a few slashes that even with the broadsword in his hand, it would be difficult to cut through its skin even with the fire enchantment.

Trodal was now furious.

Not only did it pretend to be a servant of this weak human, but it was even seen through by him! It was even attacked by this despicable and cunning villain!

Coupled with the severe pain from yesterday's injuries to his wings and abdomen and the recent loss of his left arm, the pain came all at once.

This made Trodal's entire body turn dark due to anger. He had gone completely mad, just like the violent demons that he had always looked down upon.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! You deserve to die! Go to hell! I will tear your flesh apart! I will thirst for your blood! I will torture your soul!

Trodal desperately swung his remaining left arm and whip-like tail, venting his fury crazily. Each of his strikes spurted out countless splatters of black blood.

Russell tried his best to resist, and for a moment he was in danger.

Margaret was extremely anxious and looked at the holy sword that Russell threw aside from time to time.

But in the end she resisted the urge. She knew why Russell didn't dare to use the sword. She also knew that her absolute strength was not enough. Rushing forward would probably only make things worse, so she forced herself to control herself with her reason.

"No, it's okay, Margaret. Don't worry. In this promised land of saints, on this Saint Margaret Island, our Lord will surely triumph. Of course, our Lord will triumph!"

Margaret prayed in her characteristic way, her palms wet with sweat.

Perhaps it was Margaret's prayers that worked, or perhaps it was Trodal's frantic offensive that consumed a lot of his physical strength and blood. After enduring the initial torrential attack, the pressure Russell felt had eased.

Russell learned his lesson from not being able to cut through Trodal's skin and ended up being in a passive position. He began to attack Trodal's wound blindly. From time to time, flames penetrated into the wound on Trodal's right shoulder, making it scream in pain.

However, Trodal became more difficult to deal with. After suffering several losses in his rage, the Demon Centurion calmed down and regained his sanity, and his eyes regained rationality.

This makes its attacks become strange. It is no longer a meaningless venting of its strength and anger, but its moves have become real and fake.

This was no longer the kind of attack that made Russell breathless, but Russell had to be extremely mentally prepared, which made it even more difficult.

Russell was not careful and was hit hard in the chest by Trodal's tail.

Russell felt that his ribs might be broken, and his stubbornness came out. He spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled up his body, and started fighting with Trodal again.

"You have too many flaws, devil! Do you know when you were found out? You are still far from being able to play tricks on us humans!" Margaret decisively launched the chat flow, trying to provoke Trodal again.

Trodal was furious, but he managed to control himself and force himself to calm down.

Humph, I just need to kill this man first, and then kill you, this sharp-tongued woman!

I'm exhausted, I have to kill them quickly!

However, when it was distracted, the wound on its wing was cut by Russell's sword, and it once again felt a sharp pain that seemed to burn its soul.

"We suspected you from the very beginning! Before we even entered the church, we noticed you were an exceptional swordsman. This also means you likely knew my Lord and I were hiding outside the church, watching us. You were acting all this out for us!"

"The most ridiculous thing is your show of brotherly love for the fallen knights!"

"As expected, we deliberately didn't mention the fallen knights and didn't take you to pay tribute to them, but you completely forgot about the deep affection you pretended to have for them and just wanted to take us away from this island!"

"You don't understand human emotions, yet you pretend to be human! You and your clumsy performance only make us laugh! From then on, we were convinced that you could never be Roald's butler!"

Margaret giggled, her tone full of sarcasm, much more sarcastic than when she mocked the church in college.

Don't be distracted! Trodal! Don't be distracted! This woman is just lying! Just lying!

Trodal's offensive power increased unconsciously, and his feints became less frequent.

The pressure on Russell was greatly reduced.

Margaret continued to talk non-stop.

"Don't forget, you've been misleading our Lord, saying he's a great hero of the human world, having slain countless demons and destroyed the source of the fog. You've been hinting that all that's left to completely clean up this island is killing that demon centurion."

"I think you are seriously injured and want to ask the Lord to get rid of your old friend and absorb its soul to heal your wounds."

"As expected, as soon as my Lord tried to test me by saying that he was still short of a good sword to defeat this demon, you immediately, like a magic trick, said that you had found a sword."

"These Lost Souls are under your control, right? After all, they should be immobile after our Lord destroyed the Fog Source yesterday. But as a centurion, you should also possess the same abilities as the Lesser Demon Commander, such as puppet manipulation and soul connection, right?"

Without giving Trodal time to calm down, Margaret spoke like a machine gun.

These words entered Trodal's ears, causing him to doubt himself.

What? I was exposed from the beginning! Are these two weak humans just laughing at me?

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Author's Note: Thanks to Wangwangmiao, reader 1682470039, and Star Coins

039 Defeat the Enemy

Trodal's hands slowed down, and Russell had enough energy to join in the verbal attack.

"I'm afraid you knew about my death, even about my memory loss. That's why you dared to impersonate my old butler, not worrying about revealing any flaws in the details."

"So, you were there when I was killed and my soul was devoured? Or are you the mastermind?"

Russell had just finished speaking when Margaret continued to finish off the opponent.

"Do you know what your biggest flaw is? My Lord burned the demons in the lumberyard so thoroughly yesterday that only ashes were left when I passed by today. Yet you casually claimed that My Lord had eliminated a large number of demons there. If you were just an ordinary housekeeper, how would you know there were so many demons there?"

"I'm afraid you deliberately arranged the fight with that group of Lost Souls. You wanted to test my master's skills, didn't you? My master deliberately used only a crossbow to paralyze you."

"Then, while I was distracting you with my change of address, my Lord launched a sneak attack. If we were to fight head-on, I'm afraid the two of us wouldn't necessarily be a match for a severely injured Demon Centurion like you."

"Have you noticed? My Lord didn't use the 'holy sword' you provided? No way! You don't think my Lord would be so foolish as to use the sword you provided, do you? With your tiny, dog-sized head, you think you can compete with my Lord, whose wisdom is profound and illuminating all things, in terms of intelligence?"

What? Did they see through every step I took?

In fact, Margaret and Russell certainly did not see through it to this extent. After understanding its identity, they reversed the result and it became much simpler.

However, at this moment, the string of reason of Trodal, who has always been conceited and intelligent, is about to break.

Russell said, "You didn't expect that we could see through you, did you? You seemed a bit flustered commanding five Lost Souls. It's obvious that yesterday's injury had a significant impact on you."

Margaret smiled and added, "The dissipation of the gray fog caused the demons to lose their minds and fight among themselves. It's impossible that this had no impact on you."

"Thank you for the jokes, Mr. Unknown Devil. You're much funnier than any of Usedom's court jesters!"

Margaret covered her mouth and giggled like a lady. She laughed so hard that her body shook and tears came out. She made fun of the devil centurion unscrupulously.

"You know, in my hometown, there is an old saying that goes, 'The beasts are so cunning and treacherous that they only make people laugh.' You are nothing but a joke." Russell also laughed.

Amidst Russell's cheerful laughter, Margaret's hearty laughter, and the combined laughter of Russell and Margaret, Trodal finally broke down.

The demon centurion went crazy again: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Die! Die! Die!"

The ashamed and angry Trodal went completely mad this time. He wanted to completely destroy the couple in front of him, destroy the island, and even destroy the world.

It danced with joy and detonated the bodies of the lost souls - although Russell and Margaret were careful to stay away from the bodies.

This violent explosion not only brought about large waves and raised the yellow sand on the beach, but the only victim was the small boat parked on the shore.

The violent explosion dimmed its protective shield, and the boat began to creak and shake.

The "holy sword" that Russell had thrown far away also exploded, the hilt completely turning into black smoke in the explosion. The remaining blade flew out, piercing the boat's azure protective shield and piercing into the cabin.

Trodal, whose defense was completely broken, had completely lost his composure. While attacking Russell, he also wantonly destroyed the reefs and beaches, and made things difficult for everything he could see.

This undoubtedly revealed a huge flaw, but Russell remained patient and slowly destroyed Trodal's wound.

Whenever the wound on Trodal's right arm was about to heal, Russell would poke it again and let the black blood flow out again.

This not only quickly consumed the demon centurion's physical strength, but also drained the blood from its body.

Finally, Trodal's movements slowed down, and his eyes were dull, but the anger seemed to be able to burn through Russell.

It staggered and moved slowly, trying to continue attacking Russell.

However, by this time Russell had completely poured the flames into his sword. He used the stabbing move that Margaret had taught him and thrust forward with all his might, as if he had used up all his strength.

"Drink! Go to hell!" Russell shouted sternly.

The burning sword pierced Trodal's heart.

Trodal felt a burning pain in his soul.

The severe pain finally made its eyes clear again. It showed an incredible look and lowered its head to look at the long sword with orange-red flames that pierced its heart.

"When did you find out..."

The demon struggled hard and asked, as if he wanted to be an understanding demon before he died.

Russell didn't stop there. He didn't have the habit of explaining things before the dust settled.

Russell continued to exert force, and the long sword in his hand burst into blazing flames, which completely devoured the pierced demon's heart.

The demon centurion was finally pierced by the sword. It trembled twice, then lowered its head, announcing that its life had been completely ended.

The demon's surging soul poured into Russell's body, and the flames suddenly rose high.

The flames greedily devoured its vitality, then plundered its soul, turning it into nutrients to strengthen itself.

This is the secret of Russell destroying the demon soul that Trodal wanted to find out, but unfortunately it can no longer bring this secret to other demons.

After confirming that the soul of the demon centurion had been devoured and absorbed, Russell finally withdrew his sword. Trodal's body fell to the ground with a thud and burst into flames.

At the same time, the flame on the tip of Russell's sword completely turned orange, which indicated that Russell had completed his advancement and his strength had entered a new stage.

Russell heard his heart beating violently and his blood flowing happily. The blood seemed to carry the flames to every part of his body, as if something was being burned.

The flame flickered, and Russell understood that it was caused by the water he had drunk that dissolved some of the gray fog and breathing in this strange gray fog. The flame was repairing the erosion caused by the gray fog.

Russell opened his mouth and a puff of pungent black smoke came out of it.

Huh? So, does that mean I no longer have to worry about being poisoned by the "Butler"?

Russell thought so, holding his chest.

The flame flickered in affirmation.

Before Russell could feel happy, he felt the pain in his chest disappearing.

It was as if his injuries from the battle were healing rapidly, and soon, the pain completely disappeared.

Then Russell opened his mouth again uncontrollably, and he spat out a mouthful of fishy black blood. He felt much more refreshed.

The orange flame, which was infinitely stronger, quickly healed his injuries.

Will I be able to heal myself in battle in the future? Russell continued to press his chest and asked.

This time, the flames ignored Russell.

Well, maybe this is a benefit of advancement. Russell shrugged, not greedy.

Russell felt he had never felt better. He felt incredibly strong, as if he had endless energy to squander. He couldn't wait to test his strength against another Demon Centurion.

Before, I was able to fight back and forth with a seriously injured Demon Centurion. Now I should have the strength to kill another injured one, right?

Russell felt the power surging in his body and thought with satisfaction.

Oh oh oh oh, the power, the power is coming out!

Then Russell realized something was wrong.

Wait a minute! The power seems to be too much!

Russell once again felt the burning sensation from within, and for a moment, he felt as if his internal organs were burning.

Sweat began to form on Russell's forehead. Margaret took out her handkerchief and gently stood on tiptoe to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

040 The Second Dependent