Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"Yes, my lord, I found a magic circle on the mirror in the room. I think it must have been left by Rosaline." Margaret said in a relaxed tone.

Russell felt a toothache: "Uh, why didn't you tell me earlier? We should have been seen naked by Rosalyn yesterday, right?"

Margaret pretended to be wronged and said, "But, it was you, my Lord, who ordered me to light the lighting array last night, saying that I should see clearly through the mirror..."

"Okay, stop talking." Russell interrupted Margaret's fierce words.

Russell thought Margaret was protesting against continuing to eat turnips for breakfast.

In fact, after eating it for two or three meals, Russell couldn't stand it anymore. It was okay to change the taste occasionally, but it was really unbearable to eat it every meal.

Russell swallowed the boiled turnips with a bitter face. He felt that whether he drank water or burped, his mouth and stomach were full of the taste of turnips.

He also began to find turnips difficult to swallow, and no wonder Margaret didn't like them.

"My Lord, do you mind Rosaline seeing our sacrificial ceremony? But as your believer and your family member, won't she join in sooner or later?" Margaret continued to ask.

"Ah, yes, that's what I was thinking about..." Russell said.

"So, what are you worried about? Ah, are you going to leave me, the chief saint, behind when you hold sacrifices with other believers in the future?"

"Ah, how could that be? How could I leave you so easily, Margaret?" Russell's sweet words came out of his mouth.

After saying this, Russell felt something was wrong. Why did this sound so awkward? Doesn't this mean that every time he sleeps with other women, he has to bring Margaret with him?

Well... the identities of believers and gods are pretty good. At least you don’t need to find any other reasons to start a harem.

Over time, Russell has now come to accept this setting with ease.

Margaret didn't think there was anything wrong with it. In those ancient legendary witches and gods' sacrificial ceremonies, many witches often participated together. It was enough for Margaret to ensure her status as the first saint and chief priestess.

"It's a deal, my lord. From now on, I will be by your side every time you perform a sacrifice." Margaret chuckled.

Russell slapped Margaret on the buttocks and said sternly: "Don't speculate about your Lord, don't make demands on your Lord."

"Yes, my Lord, I will write these two into the commandments." Margaret felt the burning pain on her buttocks, her face flushed a little, but she still said it seriously.

Then Margaret walked in front of Russell and was about to kneel down, but Russell waved his hand to stop her.

"My Lord?" Margaret looked at Russell in confusion, "I haven't said my breakfast prayers yet."

"Forget about it before the war." Russell waved his hand. There was still a tough battle to fight today, and he didn't want to waste his energy before the war.

Margaret sat back down at her table with a look of disappointment on her face. She fiddled with the turnips on her plate and muttered, "Looks like this is all I'll have to eat this morning..."

Otherwise, what else do you want to eat? Do you want to be full, but do you want to drain me dry?

Russell resisted the urge to complain because Rosalyn came to the kitchen with her face flushed and her head lowered.

Rosalyn shrank her neck, her eyes avoiding Russell and Margaret.

She cautiously walked around the two of them, then picked up a plate and put most of the remaining turnips in the pot onto her own plate.

Then Rosalyn nodded timidly to the two of them and said good morning. As she bowed and nodded, her blue hair fell down, blocking her eyes.

She sat down carefully, lowered her head deeply, and then used her hands to push the hair on her forehead behind her ears.

Russell noticed that Rosalyn's face was completely red, even her ears were red.

Rosalyn was so shy that Russell felt embarrassed again.

"Good morning, Russell, Margaret." Rosalyn greeted softly.

Russell noticed that this seemed to be the first time Rosalyn stopped calling him "Dad."

"Good morning, Rosalyn. It's a nice day today." Russell replied subconsciously.

When you have nothing more to say after small talk, use the weather deck to draw cards!

But as soon as he said this, Russell felt something was wrong. He turned his head to look out the window. It was still foggy and the weather didn't seem good at all.

"..."

Oops, the Otherworldly Weather deck is out of the meta!

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed even more awkward.

Russell found that Margaret's whole body was trembling slightly unnaturally, and her face was flushed red. She seemed to be trying hard to hold back her laughter.

Humph, after killing that devil centurion, I must teach this woman a lesson!

Russell swore viciously in his heart.

Rosalyn, on the other hand, seemed to have returned to normal. She was eating boiled turnips in big mouthfuls, which looked particularly sweet.

Rosalin's eyes narrowed with joy as she put the food into her mouth. She even nodded her head rhythmically, as if she was humming a song in her heart.

Seeing Rosaline eating so happily, Russell even felt hungry again.

However, the bitter and astringent taste of turnips lingering on his tongue told him that it would be difficult for him to accept turnips as a food.

So Russell began to suspect that the turnips Rosaline ate were not the same food as he ate. He and Margaret just happened to eat all the unpalatable turnips, and those sweet turnips that were cooked with sugar happened to get into Rosaline's mouth.

Russell shook his head, dismissing the unreliable thought. He ordered, "Rosaline, Margaret, you'd better set up the fishing device as soon as possible. The turnips in the warehouse won't last for a few days. After we destroy the Demon Centurion, we'll be leaving the island."

Margaret ate her portion of turnips with a bitter face, taking small bites at a time. When she heard Russell's words, she nodded repeatedly, agreeing with the idea.

Rosalyn, on the other hand, was incredibly enthusiastic whenever she heard the word "eat." She even stopped devouring the turnips on her plate and said loudly, "Okay! I got it! I'll start setting up after breakfast!"

After saying that, Rosalyn lowered her head again and began to eat at the table.

Russell nodded, he walked onto the deck, sat down cross-legged, stroked the scabbard and closed his eyes to rest. He began to adjust his mentality before the battle and to gather his energy for the next battle.

A moment later, Russell heard Margaret's footsteps coming onto the deck.

Margaret spoke, her voice full of doubt: "My Lord, is it my imagination? Why do I feel that the fog seems to be thicker today?"

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054 War begins

Russell carefully felt the changes in the environment, then opened his eyes.

Russell's brow furrowed tightly. "No, it's not just the fog that's thicker, the faint roar of the demon centurion has also disappeared. Something happened last night that we're not aware of."

Russell thought of several possibilities in an instant: the demon centurion was beheaded by others, it struggled out of the acid swamp, it regained its sanity as the fog thickened, or it had other helpers.

Whatever the possibility, it's not good news for Russell.

So Russell instructed Margaret, "You and Rosaline stay on the boat together and look after each other. If anything unexpected happens here, send a bird made of fire to the battlefield, and I will return as soon as possible."

Margaret really wanted to say that she also wanted to go to the battlefield and fight alongside Russell, but looking at Russell's serious eyes, she opened her mouth and only squeezed out a few simple syllables.

"Yes, my lord."

Margaret said solemnly, and then she looked worriedly at Russell as he walked into the thick fog with the sword.

Margaret's gaze seemed to pierce the re-filled fog. She chased after Russell's disappearing figure in vain until she heard Rosalyn's cry.

Rosalyn's voice was filled with joy. "Hey! Margaret! I've finished setting up the underwater fish-luring array! It looks like mackerel and herring have already taken the bait! Come and take a look!"

At least she wouldn't have to eat turnips anymore. Margaret suppressed her foreboding, smiled, and walked toward Rosalyn.

"Really? That's great! Let's continue to set up the propulsion array so that the Cornflower can sail faster." Margaret said excitedly.

"Oh! Okay!" Rosalyn responded excitedly.

Since she had a bad feeling in her heart, Margaret felt that she had to make more preparations now.

Being able to quickly leave the island and escape the pursuit of unknown evil enemies in the ocean is naturally a means of self-rescue.

So Margaret quickly joined Rosaline in the research and drawing of the advancement magic circle.

At the same time, Russell also came to the acid swamp, and his heart became more and more heavy.

Now the acid swamp is shrouded in a thick fog that has returned, and visibility has become much worse.

There was only silence on the other side of the fog. The roar that seemed noisy but reassuring a few days ago had stopped, as if something more dangerous would emerge from the thick fog at any time.

Russell was extremely alert, his right hand firmly on the hilt of the sword. He walked forward cautiously, trying to avoid making any footsteps that would expose his position.

At the same time, Russell's brain was working rapidly, trying to figure out the current situation.

Now that the fog is starting to spread again, is it a natural change in the winter weather?

No, things will never be so optimistic.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for the demon centurion trapped in the acid swamp to stop roaring or groaning.

For now it's best to think of this fog as something the demons can use to stay sane.

Therefore, the demon centurion most likely regained his sanity.

According to Margaret's introduction, above the Demon Centurions are Demon Generals and Demon Lords, which shows that demons at least have a basic social organizational structure.

So, is it because the superiors of this Demon Centurion discovered the "abnormality" of this island and rearranged the source of the fog?

What's worse is that demon generals and even demon lords have also come to this island.

Russell looked solemn as he continued to walk towards the place where the demon centurion was once trapped, relying on his memory.

However, the behemoth has disappeared. It has escaped from the acid swamp and is no longer staying there.

Oh no, Margaret and Rosaline might be in danger!

This thought flashed through Russell's mind, and he turned and left. However, as his footsteps sounded, the violent roar rang out again.

What followed was the sound of impatient galloping hooves. The demon centurion rushed out from the thick fog and charged towards Russell, swinging down its only remaining sword fiercely.

Russell also drew his sword and faced the storm of swords.

Russell was anxious. He was worried about his two followers and wanted to return to their aid quickly. It was difficult for him to remain calm and he was unable to concentrate.

However, although Russell was anxious, his opponent, the demon centurion Nepirich, was even more anxious.

Although Nepirich didn't know why its leader valued this deserted island, which no longer had any souls to exploit, so much so that he even deployed two centurions to guard it, destroying the "Source of Wisdom" on this island was undoubtedly a serious negligence, and could even result in execution.

After being awakened by another demon centurion who came to patrol in the early morning and rearranged the source of wisdom, Nepirich knew from the other party's bad attitude that he was now a criminal.

The centurion flew away indifferently, saying that he would go back to inform the general, and that the destruction of the source of wisdom here would likely attract the lord's attention.

After struggling out of the acid swamp with great difficulty, Nepirich felt a surge of anger in his heart that wanted to pour out.

It finally heard the sound of a living creature, and could no longer suppress the anger in its heart. It charged forward with an excited and angry roar.

When it noticed that the person in front of it was a human, a hint of joy flashed through its heart. At least the human's splattered bright red blood could please its eyes, the human's wailing before death could satisfy its ears, and the human's soul could satisfy its mouth.

However, this weak human was not cut in half as easily as it had expected, nor did it reduce the rage in its heart that seemed to never be extinguished.

The resistance of the weak human only intensified Nepirich's anxiety. It was eager to kill this weak human who dared to stand in front of it and even provoke it. It launched an offensive violently and lost its strategy.

Nepirich has killed many people. It is too lazy to remember the appearance of any human being, and has never bothered to learn human language like the weak and cunning demons. In Nepirich's view, food is food, and there is no need to communicate with them.

But now, Nepirich somewhat regretted not learning a few words of human language. The human in front of him obviously could not understand his curses, his roars, his curses, his threats, and his intimidation, but was resisting him with all his might, which made the anger in his heart even stronger.

Why is this demon centurion's attack so impatient?

After realizing this, Russell, who was originally a little impatient, calmed down.

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055 Kill the Enemy

The Demon Centurion's frantic fighting style suppressed Russell, putting him at a complete disadvantage.

Russell had to concentrate all his attention on resolving the opponent's unreasonable and violent attack, which in turn made Russell slowly calm down.

Of course, its fierce and violent attack still made it very difficult for Russell to resist. After calming down, Russell even doubted whether it had truly regained its sanity.

However, this demon centurion was originally violent. Its moves were much more sophisticated and powerful than those in yesterday's fight.

The two weapons collided frequently, sparks flew, and a pleasant tinkling sound was emitted.

However, Russell had no time to appreciate the crisp music as he kept parrying the opponent's attacks.

Russell continued to resolve its fierce attacks, his arms felt numb and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.