Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Maybe she teaches one move at a time?

Russell, who was sweating all over, decided to take a break.

Russell lifted his visor and turned around, only to find that the helmet of boiling water he had left yesterday had been spilled at some point.

Forget it, let’s eat and drink our fill first, and then think about what to do next.

Russell looked at the box of bacon that had survived in the corner, then picked up two helmets that had been used as buckets, picked up the broken spear that was being used as a shoulder pole, and prepared to go to the river to fetch water.

He climbed out of the cellar quietly. It was already daybreak, and the gray fog was thinner than it was at nightfall yesterday.

Then, the chaotic footsteps of the dwarf demons sounded again. This time, the footsteps were much louder than the previous three dwarf demons. Russell judged that there were at least five or six dwarf demons approaching this time.

You guys are really adding fuel bit by bit? Russell smiled. He couldn't wait to try out Professor Margaret's swordsmanship in practice.

013 Siege (Additional update for ticket requests)

Russell hid behind a broken wall. He gently placed the broken spear and helmet used to fetch water at his feet, strung the crossbow, held his breath, and waited quietly for the group of dwarf demons to appear.

After just a few seconds of waiting, those seemingly scattered dwarf demons appeared in Russell's sight.

Although their skin looked gray and almost blended in with the gray fog in the background, their careless movements and unconcealed footsteps allowed Russell to easily locate these five dwarf demons.

Suddenly an arrow was shot out.

The crossbow arrow fired by Russell accurately nailed the forehead of the leading dwarf demon. The dwarf demon fell backwards, his body twitched, and then he stopped moving.

The other dwarf demons were stunned at first, but then quickly realized that they had been attacked and lost a companion.

These dwarf demons were just like the ones Russell encountered yesterday. Their originally carefree and arrogant demeanor suddenly disappeared, and the little courage they had in them disappeared along with their companions falling to the ground.

These inferior demons scattered and turned around to run away, with no intention of resisting at all.

So they were quickly caught up by Russell and killed all of them as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

No wonder they are called dwarf demons. It seems that yesterday's hunting was not accidental. As long as one dwarf demon is killed, the others will scatter.

Russell examined the results of the battle that he had achieved with almost no effort and absorbed the soul fire of five dwarf demons.

At this time, Russell felt that his strength became more abundant, and the flame attached to the sword had completely turned red, and not even the slightest dimming could be seen.

Very good, that’s it. Just kill the dwarf demons in one go and enhance your own strength.

Russell thought with satisfaction.

Russell had just turned back behind the wall and was about to pick up the helmet and broken spear that he was using as a bucket pole when he heard the footsteps of the dwarf demon again.

These dwarf demons are so hospitable, it's like a buffet.

Russell praised the dwarf demon's wisdom in his heart, and then pulled the crossbow again.

This time, six dwarf demons appeared, one more than before.

After Russell counted the number of dwarf demons and calculated the next pursuit route, he shot the crossbow arrow again.

The dwarf demon walking in front was hit head-on. An arrow hit its forehead and it fell to the ground with a thud.

As the dwarf demon was hit by an arrow, Russell did not stop for a moment and rushed out from behind the wall with his sword in hand.

However, to Russell's surprise, this time the dwarf demon did not panic and flee, but came forward screaming and started fighting with Russell.

Russell did not take the fighting power of the dwarf demons seriously. It would be more in line with Russell's wishes if they took the initiative to fight instead of running away. At least in this way, he would not have to waste extra energy chasing the fleeing dwarf demons.

Russell let the dwarf demon's stick hit his armor. He did not dodge, but slashed with his sword, cutting the dwarf demon into two pieces.

Great, that leaves four... Hmm? Why is it still five?

Russell discovered something was wrong. There were originally five dwarf demons fighting with him. After he killed one, there were still five left, and he did not successfully absorb the souls of the two dwarf demons he had just killed.

Something is wrong.

At this moment, there was a sound of wind behind him. Russell turned around suddenly and kicked over the dwarf demon who tried to launch a sneak attack from behind.

The dwarf demon rolled away screaming. Russell noticed that there was a crossbow arrow stuck in its forehead, just like the one he had just shot.

Then, Russell saw the dwarf demon under his feet, which he had cut into two pieces, crawling up unsteadily. It put itself back together, shook its head, and then bared its ferocious teeth and once again launched an attack on Russell.

Now, the number of dwarf demons participating in the siege of Russell has become six again.

What kind of sorcery is this? Are these inferior demons truly unkillable?

Is this a characteristic of them once they reach a certain number, or is there a higher demon secretly controlling them?

Is this the Lesser Demon Commander that Margaret mentioned in her diary?

Russell began to suspect that there was a higher-level demon secretly commanding these dwarf demons - or more precisely, these dwarf demons were simply puppets of the higher-level demon, and they were just cannon fodder used to consume Russell's power.

So he began to circle around in the ruins with these dwarf demons, chopping down the dwarf demons that were chasing him while looking for the possible mastermind behind the scenes.

These dwarf demons were as endless as the undead. Russell chopped them down again and again, but soon they staggered to their feet and started chasing Russell again.

Russell's search for the mastermind was unsuccessful. He circled around the church several times but failed to find the mastermind who might be controlling the dwarf demon.

To make matters worse, even the dwarf demon that Russell had previously killed and sucked away his soul staggered to his feet and joined the siege of Russell.

The siege of more than a dozen fearless dwarf demons put Russell under great pressure - to be exact, they were already dead - these dwarf demons that had lost their souls were now being manipulated like puppets by a guy hiding in the dark, and joined the siege of Russell.

Russell could only cut and pierce the dwarf demon with his sword one after another.

Watching the dwarf demons' bodies become riddled with holes, and watching their wounds being stitched together again, leaving only a mark of the stitching on their bodies, Russell gradually became anxious.

Russell's only gain was that the stab that Margaret taught him became more and more proficient. Now he could perform that sharp stab without thinking.

Of course, the power of the move has increased because the color of the flame has become lighter. Now, the red flame can easily cut through a dwarf demon without requiring much effort.

Russell believed that the crimson flame was much more powerful than the dark red flame before, and its energy consumption was also lower.

Even if you can constantly resurrect these inferior demons, it will still consume mana, right? Let's see who can consume more mana!

Russell became ruthless. He gritted his teeth and simply treated these dwarf demons as living targets and began to practice his sword skills.

Russell had no shortage of energy after absorbing the souls of five dwarf demons. His swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and he even had enough energy to count how many scars were on the body of the dwarf demon in front of him.

Fifty-three, forty-four, forty-seven... A spirea in full bloom. This is the spirea from yesterday, huh?

Russell suddenly realized something was wrong. He found that next to the spirea, there was a dwarf demon who seemed to have no scars on his body.

Russell became alert. He stared at the dwarf demon and noticed that it was only pretending to participate in the siege. In fact, it was always carefully hiding at the back to avoid being affected by Russell's sword skills.

This dwarf demon looked no different from other dwarf demons, and had no special ornaments on his body. If the other dwarf demons had not been chopped to pieces by Russell, with scars all over their bodies, Russell really would not have been able to distinguish it.

It turns out that the mastermind behind this incident secretly mixed in with the dwarf demons' team and took full advantage of their blind spots in thinking. What a cunning guy.

Sadly, the game of hide and seek is over.

Russell sneered in his heart.

At this time, the "dwarf demon" realized that he had been exposed, so he commanded the other dwarf demons to rush towards Russell frantically. At this time, his eyes were no longer as muddle-headed as those of the other dwarf demons, but had become vicious and cunning again.

Russell took a stance, the sword in his hand and the metal armor on his body covered with a thin layer of crimson flames.

Under the protection of the armor, the dwarf demons' crazy counterattack seemed futile. They allowed themselves to be burned by the flames and clung desperately to Russell, trying to stop him. The armor emitted bursts of foul and burnt smells.

The mastermind behind the scenes, the "Dwarf Demon", suddenly grew longer, no longer the size of a child, but the height of an adult.

However, it was too late. Russell already had a sword in his hand and launched a fierce charge with footsteps that shook the cobblestones.

Russell thrust the sword in his hand forward fiercely. The short demons hugging Russell increased his weight, making the sword particularly sharp. This was his most proud stab so far.

The inferior demon commander was stabbed in the throat by a sword, and red flames spread from his neck. The cunning in his eyes was first replaced by confusion, and then completely lost its spirit.

The body of the inferior demon commander shook, and then with a plop, a cloud of dust rose up.

Immediately afterwards, the dwarf demons that were originally clinging to Russell finally lost their strength, and they fell off Russell's body like dumplings.

Russell gasped for breath. He felt an extremely pure soul flying towards his heart, and the flames conveyed an obvious sense of joy.

In order to prevent these dwarf demons from being used by other demon commanders again, Russell burned their bodies with fire.

Flames billowed and thick smoke billowed.

Under the scorching flames, Russell lifted his visor and let the sweat drip freely at his feet and onto the blooming spirea.

014 Blooming Spiraea

The flame is burning fiercely, leaping wildly, full of joy.

Russell leaned on his sword with one hand to support his suddenly dizzy body, and he was panting.

Russell didn't even notice that the flames blooming on the sword were no longer red.

Although the flame was still blood-red, it had unknowingly begun to turn orange.

Russell was still sweating profusely.

This sweat was definitely not from the battle just now.

The fire in his chest was so hot that Russell wanted to tear his chest open to breathe. He even felt that his exhaled breath was filled with fire.

Russell became drowsy due to the high temperature. He vaguely realized that the amount of fire his body could currently hold had reached its limit and he could no longer easily absorb the demon's soul.

The flame in his heart seemed to be aware of Russell's current predicament, and it intentionally reduced the intensity of the flame, which gave Russell a chance to catch his breath.

The winter sea breeze brought cool air, which made Russell feel much better and his mind clearer.

Russell supported his sword with one hand and his knee with the other. He bent over, gasping for breath, and let his sweat fall on the blooming spirea like pouring raindrops.

Hmm? Blooming spirea?

Russell finally realized something was wrong.

At this time yesterday, the spirea was still withered. It was ignited by the flame he accidentally ignited. How come it suddenly began to bloom magnificently today?

Wait a minute.

Russell suddenly realized something.

Since this flame can bind his soul to this body, allowing him to be resurrected through this body...

Then, it seems nothing strange that this fire of life can revive other lives; it is a matter of course.

The flame flickered with joy in Russell's heart, as if confirming Russell's guess.

Russell immediately thought of Margaret in the cellar.

If Margaret could be resurrected, that would be fantastic. It would save her and release the raging fire within her, killing two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Russell Shui didn't bother to fight anymore. He excitedly walked towards the cellar, suppressing the heat that had nowhere to release from his body.

No, wait a minute.

Russell just took a step forward and calmed down again.

This flame helped Russell's soul to combine with this body in another world, thus completing the miracle of resurrection from the dead.

However, according to Margaret's diary, these invading demons feed on human souls, and humans whose souls are devoured by them will become empty shells like zombies.

Since Margaret died on this island, it means that she probably has no soul left...

Thinking of this, Russell seemed to waver again.

No matter what the result will be, you should always give it a try.

Even if Margaret's body was cremated and she finally rested in peace, would it be worse than the current situation?

Or should I first learn all the sword moves she might be able to teach me before trying it out?

Although hesitant in his heart, Russell did not stop for a moment.

Soon, Russell went down to the cellar again.

After seeing Margaret, who was shining with golden light but had blank and dull eyes and was still standing numbly and stubbornly in front of the desk, Russell quickly made up his mind.

In any case, people should not suffer this kind of torture after death.

Whether Margaret will die completely or be miraculously reborn, it will be much better than being a walking corpse with only obsession.

Russell thought about the way the spirea burned, and he guessed that it would be like the resurrected spirea, covering her entire body with flames.

So Russell raised his hands, and orange-red flames ignited in his hands.

The flames seemed to attract Margaret's attention, and her lifeless eyes finally fixed on Russell's burning right hand.

When Russell noticed that Margaret was focusing on her right hand, she hid her left hand behind her.