Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

The Black Princess caught Russell's gaze and raised her eyebrows in surprise. "I can't believe there's someone out there who isn't afraid of me. Are you a true knight? Or do you want to stall for time, knowing that I won't find you because you're the judge?"

Oh, it seems that your ceremony requires the "cooperation" of me as a judge. That will make things much easier.

Russell's patience paid off. Proud of herself, the Black Princess didn't bother to hide her thoughts.

Seeing that Russell's eyes were still filled with disgust and defiance, the Black Princess narrowed her eyes. "I advise you to be obedient. What's your name...ah, Russell, that's it, right? Don't look at the future mistress of the kingdom with such disgusting eyes."

"You think I can't deal with you? I'm afraid you think Her Highness Laura is too simple."

The Black Princess smiled, and she obviously didn't mind using Russell, the troublemaker, to establish her authority.

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140 Showdown

Among all the knights present, Russell was the most unruly one. Moreover, she had been hiding in hiding for so many years, and her desire for sadism was also in urgent need of satisfaction.

"Ah, why not you, the little girl from the Walhausen family?" The Black Princess turned to Margaret, her eyes still contemptuous. "Don't blame me for the pain of your death. If you have to blame someone, blame your man and your last name."

The Black Princess extended her hand to Margaret and turned to Russell triumphantly, as if she wanted to appreciate Russell's painful expression.

That’s not right. This is different from what we agreed. Didn’t we say that we should only torture that bastard named Russell and not torture Eleanor?

Ludwig, who was originally calm and smiling, waiting to see Russell make a fool of himself, suddenly changed his expression.

He stood up anxiously and stood in front of Margaret: "Wait a minute, Leia!"

Russell was not surprised by Ludwig's sudden appearance. Many knights even thought that this guy might have been involved with the Black Princess for a long time.

Of course, this was a bit unfair to Ludwig. He was actually kept in the dark by the Black Princess. He had always regarded Rhea as a maid lurking beside Elda with some special purpose, and he did not know the true identity of the Black Princess.

So he was actually as surprised as the other knights about the identity of the Black Princess.

Ludwig jumped out in a fit of rage when he saw that "Eleanor" was in danger. In fact, he regretted it as soon as he said it.

After all, the person in front of him was the Black Princess, a ruthless character who even the Knights of the Nation could not completely kill.

Seeing the Black Princess staring at him with a half-smile in her eyes, Ludwig felt goosebumps all over his body, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake or a ferocious beast.

He was so flustered that he couldn't utter a single word.

The Black Princess said with amusement, "Oh? Ludwig, how dare you not call me Your Highness?"

Ludwig stammered: "Palace, palace, palace, palace..."

"Hmph, ridiculous, back off!" the Black Princess scolded. She just raised her hand and Ludwig plopped back into his chair.

Without anyone to get in the way, the Black Princess felt much happier. She turned to Russell again and said, "I will be merciful and give you a chance to speak. If you want your little lover to live, now is the time."

"Is the farce over?" Russell also smiled. "Black Princess?"

Originally, many people doubted the value of Margaret's "Wolhausen" bloodline - after all, she and another woman shared a husband, so the Walhausen bloodline seemed very suspicious.

However, when they heard that Russell could still make sarcastic remarks in such a situation, they couldn't help but secretly admire him.

It really takes some extraordinary courage to allow the eldest daughter of the Walhausen family to share a husband with another lady of noble status.

"Okay, okay, okay, it seems that you don't care about the life or death of your little lover at all." Black Princess Lola said slowly.

She gently stroked her belly and paced slowly, like a pregnant woman about to give birth: "Well, what if I deal with this little wizard girl first?"

In the eyes of the Black Princess, she felt that Russell had probably seen through the truth about Eleanor's possession of another's body - after all, it was almost impossible for a person to suddenly change his soul without being noticed by familiar people - so Russell was indifferent to the life or death of "Eleanor".

"I'm curious, since you know she is a mage, why are you still so confident? Is it just based on the mediocre tricks you learned from the devil?" Russell asked harshly.

"What?" The calm smile on the Black Princess's face disappeared.

Because she couldn't believe that Russell was not restrained by her, Russell stood up while shouting.

Not only did Russell draw his sword, but there was also a faint layer of flame floating on his body that made her subconsciously feel afraid.

"Who are you?" The Black Princess calmed down and asked coldly.

Russell didn't bother to answer her, but instead talked about his own discovery: "I think your tricks come from a demon named Brochar?"

Hearing the name she hadn't heard in her mind for a long time, the Black Princess was really surprised: "Huh? How did you know?"

"Your teacher has already died under my sword. I witnessed with my own eyes how he hid his soul in his paintings. Do you think you can deceive me with this little trick you passed down to me?"

When Russell first saw Eleanor hiding in the painting and talking, he immediately thought of the painting he had seen on Morganna's back. He suspected that this was a trick of the devil.

Now, after Russell's trial, he finally figured out the source of the Black Princess's tricks - the so-called "reincarnation" technology obtained by the Usedom royal family actually came from the Black Princess, a technology she obtained from the devil.

This also means that the Usedom royal family has not actually been able to infiltrate every aspect of the kingdom.

It has only been more than 20 years since Russell's brother-in-law William eliminated the Black Princess. The number of royal family members who died during this period was always limited.

"Hehe, you never thought of it, but I'm actually your—Aiya, sister, why did you hit me?"

Francine wanted to take the opportunity to show off, but fortunately Rosalyn reacted quickly and slapped the soul box, interrupting Francine's words.

If people knew that Russell and his gang were wandering around the world with half the soul of a demon general, they would probably be turned away wherever they went.

So, Rosalyn glared at Francine.

Seeing Rosalyn's stern gaze, Francine's voice suddenly became silent. She just sat quietly in the box without saying a word.

Eleanor, who was hiding in Rosalyn's earring, felt a burst of joy in her heart when she saw Francine being humiliated. She was very happy.

If Eleanor hadn't learned her lesson from the many punishments she had received in the past few days, she would probably have laughed out loud.

Fortunately, the princess had a rare understanding of self-control. She restrained herself and remained quiet.

"Oh, Brochar, a mere demon general, how can you be considered my teacher? I tell you, I have a lord behind me! Now, let me show you my true abilities!"

As the Black Princess roared, the shadows of everyone in the auditorium gathered towards her and wrapped around her.

In the end, the originally petite body of the Black Princess Lola turned into a dark and huge shadow, and her body was composed of thick and deep darkness.

Judging from its appearance alone, the black shadow already looked vaguely like a demon.

Russell's sword blade was blazing with light, so bright that it was almost blinding. Russell pointed the light at the huge shadow.

141 Scripture Reciter

If Russell's flames can be considered a special attack against demons and souls, they seem a bit limited against the Black Princess's sticky shadow.

Where there is fire, there will be shadows. Russell swung his sword and fought with the huge black shadow. He could always easily cut off the black shadow with one sword after another, but as long as the fire passed by.

She would piece herself back together as if Russell's slashing and hacking had no effect on her.

Russell was neither anxious nor discouraged. It was still in the trial stage. Russell did not believe that the shadow of the Black Princess could be cut in half without any loss to her.

Therefore, Russell calmly swung his sword, cutting the shadow again and again, cutting it into pieces and making it look bizarre.

Russell realized that light had the effect of driving away shadows. He once tried to retract the flames on the blade, hoping to use the blade to cause real damage to the shadows.

However, the shadows also posed a threat to Russell. As soon as the fire went out, the shadows would emerge from all kinds of tricky and strange dark corners, and angrily carry out various silent assassinations on Russell, the guy who was waving a torch and was ignorant of the current situation.

This forced Russell to rekindle the flame on the sword in a somewhat embarrassed manner. The blazing flames forced back the shadows that were spreading like a tide. Wherever the light went, the shadows had to retreat.

However, after this unsuccessful attempt, Russell noticed that all the knights present were bound by a faint black shadow.

There is no doubt that the Black Princess took this opportunity to strengthen her control over these knights.

However, from this action, Russell judged that his attack had taken up a lot of the Black Princess's energy. The Black Princess was worried that if the stalemate continued for a long time, these knights would break free when she had no time to spare.

Russell, having calmed down, became more patient. He rushed forward, brandishing the flaming sword without mercy.

He slashed down with his sword again and again, and the whistling sound of breaking through the air made it seem as if he was slashing at nothing. However, as the light moved, the shadow became elongated and distorted, as if emitting silent cries and wails.

As the sun gradually dimmed, this long day was coming to an end, and the shadows grew thicker and denser, almost completely covering Russell.

Russell had tried to end the battle quickly. He tried several times to attack the midpoint of the space, the position chosen by the Black Princess, but each time he failed.

The Black Princess was like a hemispherical barrier composed of shadows with Russell as the center.

The further away from the center of the barrier, the thicker the darkness became and the higher the danger level. Russell tried several times but was forced back to the center by the murderous intent in the darkness.

When Russell made his strongest breakthrough, a sharp blade made of shadows cut across his back silently and without a trace.

The flames burning all over Russell's body delayed Shadow for a moment, allowing him to dodge in time and successfully escape death.

The Black Princess's strange ability made Russell feel very uncomfortable. He felt that he had the power but nowhere to use it. He guessed that the Black Princess might have secretly accumulated power comparable to that of a demon general by joining the devil.

The Demon General Brochar in his previous weak period was not so difficult to deal with.

Since he couldn't win quickly, Russell took a deep breath and suppressed his anxiety. He was ready to patiently fight a war of attrition with the Black Princess.

The barrier opened by the Black Princess was almost bounded by the defendant's seat, and also enveloped old Ernst who had just been standing there.

Moreover, the Black Princess deliberately let Russell see this, which made Russell feel a little restrained.

The thick shadows almost completely covered the half-empty auditorium where Russell was. Even the light from Russell's fire could not penetrate such thick darkness.

Only the still even breathing and the sound of swords breaking through the air proved that there was a fierce battle in the thick shadows, and proved that the fire wielder had not surrendered.

Seeing his father being swallowed by the shadow with his own eyes, Mark's eyes were bloodshot and he was extremely anxious. He struggled desperately but in vain, trying to break free from the shadow's shackles.

However, after being shrouded in darkness, old Ernst, with nothing in front of him, chose to close his eyes and recite the scriptures for evening prayers.

“Our Lord, shelter us from darkness, for our selfishness brings us into darkness.

When the storm is fierce, the night is dark, our hearts are troubled, and our hearts are oppressed, we are like weary travelers. We should look to the Lord and behold the glory of His love. Under the Lord's support, we can sing in the dark night.

We pass through the cold river of death, cross the mountains, and spend eternity with the saints, which is eternal life.

The Lord's mercy will hear our prayers. Amen!"

This was the first time that Mark heard his father pray so loudly. After living together for more than ten years, his father always faced the church, listened to the morning or evening bells, and prayed silently.

My father was afraid that if he made a mistake in his prayers, he would be scolded by the priest and laughed at by fellow believers - more importantly, he would be blamed by the Lord, so he never dared to recite aloud.

But as Mark listened to his father's recitation in a strange tone and thick accent but with a calm mind, he suddenly became quiet, as if all the worries, anger and regrets were dispelled by his father's mediocre scriptures.

Yes, Sir Russell is still fighting this demon, and there will always be a time when I can break free and help. I need to calm down now and gather my strength.

Mark regained his composure. He began to calmly observe the surrounding environment and struggled quietly, looking for a way to escape.

Listening to old Ernst's half-intelligible scriptures, the Black Princess Lola couldn't help but become irritated. She had never expected that this seemingly simple plan would encounter so many accidents.

The fact that she couldn't control Russell's group was beyond her expectations.

And judging from the prepared performance of Russell and the others, they probably recognized my disguise as the maid Rhea a long time ago, and they were just watching the fun by cooperating with me!

This made the Black Princess, who had always been arrogant and conceited, and prided herself on her nobility, explode. Although she maintained a good outward appearance, she had already started screaming in her heart.

These damned fools dared to offend the future mistress of Usedom like this! Capital punishment! Capital punishment!

The Black Princess couldn't wait to kill these daring bastards.

However, this man named Russell was unexpectedly difficult to deal with. The Black Princess was lurking just to accumulate strength and seize power in this country in one fell swoop.

She no longer takes William Wollhausen, who had hunted her down, seriously.

She didn't expect that this man who suddenly appeared in the middle of the road could use his strange fire to suppress the shadow spell that she was proud of.

Yes, not only did Russell find the Black Princess difficult to deal with, but the Black Princess also found Russell very difficult to deal with.

The Black Princess used her shadow magic to set up numerous murderous intentions and traps, but this damned man didn't fall for any of them and he held her tightly. She even had difficulty devoting her energy to watching over the knights.

Fortunately, the sun is setting, and time is on my side——

This is what the Black Princess originally thought.

However, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach.

Damn it! How could I have forgotten this?

Only then did the Black Princess truly realize how much of her energy was consumed by Russell.

The Black Princess originally planned to give birth to a daughter of pure blood on this evening. In order to make it easier for her to occupy this body, she even deliberately erased her daughter's soul - just like when she gave birth to Leia in Lola's body.

But now, childbirth is about to become her death warrant.

No! I must find a way to trap this damn man! At least complete the delivery first!

The Black Princess would never allow her plan to fail like this.