Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Looking at these crooked and absurd sword energies, it was filled with disdain.

As the Demon General's confidant, in order to curry favor with the General, the Demon Centurion excitedly shouted, "Look, General! That human is still struggling in vain! He has no idea that he is now your plaything!"

"As expected, no matter how powerful a human is, they are no match for the great General Rosellas! He can only flee in fear and struggle in vain like a tiny reptile!"

The devil centurion's flattery was unleashed.

Demon General Roselas smiled slightly, feeling somewhat proud.

This confidant of his was not the most powerful nor the most cunning among his centurions, but he was the best at guessing his intentions, and therefore he became his confidant.

To the Demon General, the human on the ship who was slashing with sword energy in a disorderly manner could kill the Demon Centurion, but he was still a human after all.

It is not a glorious thing for a general to chase down a few humans and fail to hit them after several attempts.

However, in the mouth of this sensible flatterer, it became a picture of the general leisurely toying with those humans and admiring their futile resistance.

Humph, it's time to get serious.

General Rosellas made up his mind, so he held his breath and prepared to end this farce with one blow.

At the same time, Russell gradually began to grasp the trick of slashing with sword energy.

Russell sheathed his sword again, lowered his center of gravity, stepped forward with his left leg, held the scabbard with his left hand, and gently pressed his right hand on the hilt.

He moved the five fingers of his right hand and looked at the sea that had suddenly calmed down. His sight seemed to penetrate the thick fog and look at the huge shadow that was still as big as a mountain.

Russell held his breath and became completely quiet, as if time had stopped for him.

The ominous feeling coming from the shadows in the distance became stronger and stronger, as if evil was gathering.

The demon general has completed his spell. He pushed his hands forward, and a strange and evil rune slowly floated forward. This dark rune kept spinning and enlarging, and it let out a shrill roar like a ferocious beast, as if it wanted to tear the whole world into pieces.

The rune flew faster and faster, getting bigger and bigger, chasing the inevitable Cornflower, as if it was about to pounce on it.

Rosalin's forehead was covered in sweat. She turned her head to observe the flying direction of the runes while desperately activating several propulsion magic circles.

Under Rosaline's control, the Cornflower slid to the left and then to the right, but the rune was always following the Cornflower closely like a thorn in its flesh, and the distance was slowly closing.

Margaret lay exhausted on the floor of the cabin. At this moment, she hated her seasickness so much that she could not help at such a moment.

No, Margaret, as the daughter of the chief knight you cannot fall here.

Margaret bit her lips hard, her tongue tasting the rusty taste of blood. The pain helped her focus a little, allowing her to barely break free from the dizziness.

Margaret stumbled and struggled towards the door of her cabin, reaching for the door handle.

"Hurry up, Cornflower, faster! You're about to be caught up!" Rosalyn squeezed out these words from between her teeth. She used all her strength to add energy to the magic circle.

The Cornflower no longer turned crookedly. Rosaline used all her strength to propel it backwards, and the Cornflower suddenly rushed forward rapidly.

Despite this, the evil rune still slowly approached the Cornflower and was about to hit the stern.

At this moment, Russell, who had been accumulating his momentum as if in a trance, suddenly turned from stillness. He suddenly exerted force with his right hand to grip the hilt of the sword, and then drew out the sword with a swish.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, the cold light almost illuminated the sky.

A powerful sword energy filled with fire roared through the thick fog, piercing the gloomy sky like a meteor, and slammed heavily into the pursuing rune.

The violent collision between sword energy and runes triggered deafening thunder.

Amidst the loud rumbling sound, the originally calm sea surface suddenly roared violently, an ominous black color appeared on the sea surface, and the waves looked like the back of a monster.

The waves made up of inky sea water surged and rolled, rising higher and higher, with the highest waves exceeding ten meters.

A storm is coming.

The rune was fighting against the sword energy. It stopped moving forward temporarily, but it was still growing, as if it was accumulating appetite to swallow the shaky boat and the three tiny humans who were resisting stubbornly in one gulp.

Demon General Roselas snorted coldly and continued to move his hands to provide new energy to the rune.

On the deck of the Cornflower, Russell had already exhausted all his energy by striking out with that sword that was like an Iai sword.

Russell felt he had never been so tired. He struggled to sheath his sword, leaned the scabbard on the deck, and tried to keep his balance.

Faced with the huge waves on the sea, Russell was finally unable to maintain his balance. He clinged to the side of the boat in a panic to ensure that he would not be swept away by the huge waves, but his eyes were still fixed on the sword energy he had slashed out.

Rosaline no longer cared about controlling the acceleration array at this time. She was completely attracted by Russell's sword.

Under the impact of the huge waves, Margaret, who stumbled back to the porthole, was completely attracted by the sword that Russell slashed out. She even forgot the churning in her stomach and stared straight at the duel between sword energy and runes.

"Look! General! That tiny human has struck another futile sword strike!" The demon centurion laughed. He was full of confidence in his general. How could a tiny human be the general's opponent?

However, just as the Demon Centurion finished his words, a violent explosion occurred, and dazzling light suddenly exploded in the air.

At this moment, the originally gloomy sky became as bright as a clear sky.

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058 In the Storm

In the huge air wave generated by the explosion, Russell lost his balance and was thrown onto the deck.

Russell's sword energy suddenly rushed out from the huge air wave, shattered the rune, and then rushed straight towards the demon general Roselas.

General Roselas suddenly opened his eyes wide.

It flapped its wings, showing agility that did not match its huge body, and climbed upwards urgently to avoid the sword energy.

But the demon centurion hiding behind it was not so lucky. It didn't even have time to let out a scream before it was cut into two pieces by the sword energy.

The flattering smile on its face had not yet completely solidified, and disbelief and incredulity remained in its eyes, which had become dull.

The two halves of the Demon Centurion's body fell straight down from the air, splashed into the sea, and were then swallowed up by the huge waves, as if being swallowed by a giant beast in the sea, without causing even a ripple.

It never expected that it would die here, just as it never expected that General Roselas, who was invincible in its mind, would dodge the sword energy of a mere human.

General Roselas's cheeks twitched unnaturally, and he broke out in a cold sweat. He was extremely angry, but the sword that frightened his soul made him hesitate.

"My Lord!" Margaret couldn't help but cheer when she saw Russell shatter the demon general's runes with one sword, forcing the demon general to dodge quickly, and cut the demon centurion into two pieces.

Then Margaret saw the exhausted Russell lying on the deck in a mess, swaying with the waves, and she couldn't help but cry out again: "My Lord!"

Margaret stumbled and tried to suppress the churning of her stomach as she walked out of the cabin. As soon as she opened the cabin door, she heard Rosalyn jogging.

The two ladies exchanged a quick glance in the corridor of the cabin, and tacitly understood each other's division of labor.

So Margaret chuckled, and although her face was pale, she still firmly changed direction and walked towards the cabin where the acceleration array was located.

General Rosellas had just made up his mind to give chase, but the small boat in front suddenly slowed down.

This made it confused and uncertain. Could it be that these humans had a backup plan?

So the demon general actually moved back a little.

Rosalyn ran onto the deck, feeling overwhelmed by what she had just witnessed as Russell's bravery.

After being resurrected, she had a natural liking for Russell, which was catalyzed by the peeping incident last night. In addition, Russell came to her rescue at the critical moment just now. The combination of these factors made Rosaline's feelings for Russell ferment into love.

Rosalyn struggled to drag Russell up and walked below deck.

The surging waves knocked her sideways. Her magic robe had been soaked by the cold sea water and was tightly attached to her body. Rosaline, who had always been low-key, revealed her impressive figure.

However, Rosaline, who was always afraid of the cold, held on tight and dragged Russell into the cabin even though her teeth were chattering and her body was shaking.

Rosalyn slammed the door between the cabin and the deck shut, gasping for breath, and looked at the wooden steps going down, feeling worried.

As a mage, physical work is not her strong point.

At this time, the Cornflower was lifted up almost vertically by the waves, riding on the increasingly turbulent waves, and then did a free fall.

"Wow!" Rosalyn screamed, completely losing her balance and tumbling down the wooden steps.

Russell used the last bit of strength he had just accumulated to pull Rosalyn up and put his body underneath her.

Russell fell so hard that he saw stars, and then Rosaline's soft body fell on him. Although she was as warm and soft as jade in his arms, she still made him grimace in pain.

This hug was not romantic at all. Both of them were soaked like drowned rats.

However, Rosalyn hugged Russell tightly. She felt the warmth in his embrace and the heat in his body.

She greedily lay in his arms, feeling his warmth. Then, she couldn't help but blocked his mouth with hers.

At this moment, Rosaline selectively forgot the relationship between Margaret and Russell - although their relationship was not what Rosaline understood - she could not control her emotions, and she stuck out her mouth regardless.

When their lips touched, she felt dizzy as if she was in the clouds. The cold sea water had completely been thrown away from her senses. She felt as if she was floating, as if she was flying in the air.

Although the dark and damp cabin was a harsh environment, she still made it charming. Although the winter tide made her body cold, the sweet kiss still made the atmosphere hot.

But now was obviously not the time to do these things. Russell ended the passionate kiss with great perseverance, then gently pushed Rosaline away, grasped the sword, and whispered, "The uninvited guest is still here. Let me send it away, and then we can continue."

Rosalin, who had been pushed away, was originally overwhelmed with disappointment - why did he reject me? Ah! Could it be because of Sister Margaret?

Rosalyn lowered her head deeply, feeling a surge of shame.

You, you, you, you, Rosalyn, how could you steal another woman's man?

He, he, he, he, he wouldn't think that I'm a cheap woman who doesn't know how to love herself, right?

No, he pushed you away like this, you must be rejected!

Oh, don't do this, don't push me away, I, I can just be your lover! Just like Miss Miranda and her uncle!

Rosalyn felt so sad that moisture began to gather in her eyes.

Until Russell's comforting words fell into her ears.

"Really?" Rosalyn raised her head in joy, a tear sliding down her eye socket.

"Of course it's true. I'll be back soon." Russell pecked Rosalyn lightly on the lips.

Rosalyn closed her eyes subconsciously. She felt that the kiss was so sweet that she burst into laughter.

"Well, I'll wait for you to come back!" Rosalyn turned into a little woman and nodded obediently.

At the same time, General Roselas stared fiercely at the boat that suddenly accelerated again. How could it not know that it had been fooled by those hateful humans?

The demon general became furious and flapped his wings again to try to chase after him. However, this time it was the storm that stopped him.

As soon as it broke into the storm, it seemed to remember something.

The demon general flapped his wings quickly and retreated from the storm. He looked into the distance for a long time, and finally his pupils shrank.

"It turns out to be the cursed island that caused the storm! How could it appear here?" The demon general Roselas muttered in confusion.

However, it didn't dare to continue chasing.

"Humph! You will die in the storm!" General Rosellas cursed viciously. It flapped its wings, turned around and left, never looking back.

This result was not bad at all. No demon knew that the source of wisdom on the island had been destroyed, nor did any demon know that they had suffered at the hands of a few tiny humans.

Anyway, these tiny humans will never appear again. They will not survive and they will die in that dangerous restricted area.

The demon general comforted himself that he had already forgotten about his flatterer "confidant".

What it didn't see was that beneath the sea, a black beam of light was extending from the broken body, chasing the Cornflower, which was drifting in the storm.

Russell had never expected that the soul of the slain demon centurion could catch up with him at such a long distance. He felt that his mental and physical fatigue had recovered, but he also felt once again that his body's tolerance for fire was about to exceed its limit.

Russell was enduring the scorching heat, and he felt that he needed to "reforge" his body as soon as possible so that he could withstand the current flames.

The evil force moving away made Russell feel relieved. He thought that the demon general was scared away by his strike.

Russell, who had relaxed, reached out his hand directly to Rosaline and began to try to untie her clothes.

At this time, strong winds were howling in the gloomy sky, the thick fog was blown away, and huge waves were surging on the sea.

The seawater rushed onto the deck and then flowed back into the sea, and the hull of the Cornflower was violently tossed in the raging waves.

Fortunately, this time the Cornflower's emergency voyage was entirely powered by the magic circle, and the sails were not unfolded.

Otherwise, in such strong winds, the cable would be in danger of breaking at any time.

Although Russell and the other two realized that the powerful evil was moving away, they could not relax.

Because the Cornflower, with its violent bumps and creaking sounds, had already entered the storm that seemed to never stop.

Listening to the howling of the wind and the roaring of the waves, Russell stopped untying Rosalyn's belt.

059 Cutting the Waves