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"Do it!" Hopper did not miss the opportunity and yelled at Edim.

Just like that night in Chuiyan Village, a brilliant silver light burst forth from the knight's stigmata, its blazing light piercing the orcs' eyes like needles. Orhan screamed and rolled off the saddle, black smoke billowing from his body.

This was followed by a cry of pain. When Orhan came to his senses, he found that there was a wound on the left wing of his mount so deep that the bone was visible - it was this wound that helped him block the fatal blow.

The culprit, Cook Cook, had taken the opportunity to untie the ropes of all the prisoners, and the sword in his hand was covered in blood.

Chapter 143: Loud Bang

The prisoners reacted quickly. Two dwarves, taking advantage of Tirula's blindness, charged, knocking down the guard and removing his weapons. Judith, leading the children, rushed into the blind spot beneath the watchtower.

"Well done, Edim," Hopper muttered. It looked like the Knight had been busy in the cell, or else the children wouldn't have been so calm.

To ease the dizziness, Orhan blinked his foolish little eyes repeatedly, and almost instinctively moved to the right, dodging the incoming longsword. Then came another roar from the stag-eagle, and its massive pounce nearly sent the demonic orc flying.

The stag hawk was maddened by its injuries, and its reckless attack and sheer size caused dust to fly everywhere. Hopper's weapon was not long enough, and his several attacks were ineffective.

A crossbow arrow hit Hopper's feet, which aroused her vigilance. Dozens of crossbow arrows almost grazed her heels, forcing her to fall and hide behind the rocks.

Edim was clever. After reuniting with the dwarves, he used the half-dazed Tirula as a shield, and he and the two dwarves successfully dodged the rain of arrows. But the two dark elves were not so lucky. They were already dizzy in the sunlight, and the light explosion caused by Edim almost made them faint on the spot. They didn't even have time to scream before they were shot like hedgehogs.

The situation on the battlefield grew increasingly dire. Orhan finally shook off his dizziness and spotted the prisoners holding Tirula hostage. He blew a sharp whistle, and a whistle echoed from the watchtower.

"Don't worry about Tirula, shoot!" After the demon orc gave the order, he raised his hand strangely and blocked Hopper's sword that was stabbing silently.

The succubus retreated after its strike failed. Its sharp beak scraped past her armor and bit the air fiercely. The stag-eagle cried angrily, its eyes red, clearly harboring a grudge against Hopper for injuring it so many times.

With the protection of his mount, the orc leisurely unsaddled his buckler and hatchet. He didn't need to worry about the prisoners. They might be able to escape the rain of arrows for a while, but there were still dozens of guards in the watchtower. They were enough to kill any prisoners who dared to escape.

Now Orhan only needs to kill the traitor Kuk Kuk.

Hopper frowned. She had also thought of this. If she couldn't win the battle quickly, the awakened orc army would overwhelm her.

The two orcs simultaneously leaned forward slightly, striding forward. The orc struck first, his one-handed axe colliding head-on with the longsword. The immense force sent him careening backward, exposing his weakness. Orhan broke out in a cold sweat, his left arm whipping back with lightning speed, blocking the incoming sword. With a clang, the unsteady orc retreated several steps.

In the first round, Orhan was defeated. He could hardly believe it. It was not like he had never fought against Kukkuk before, and the other party definitely did not have such great strength.

The succubus didn't give the orc a chance to breathe, pointing his longsword straight at his eyes. Orhan turned sideways, raised his shield and smashed it against the sword, then used the momentum of his waist to sweep it across Kukkuk's chest.

Hopper was waiting for this moment. Her sword retreated as soon as it touched the shield, and then she slashed diagonally towards the sneak attacking deer eagle.

The deer eagle's head was massive and heavy, making it impossible to maneuver flexibly. The intended sneak attack became a desperate attempt to deliver his jaws to the enemy. Orhan didn't have time to think, quickly adapting his moves with his longsword. With a powerful swing of his short axe, he smashed the longsword apart, forcing him to step back to dissipate the momentum.

"Glorious crown, glory to me!" Edim roared, and his outstretched hand burst out a pure white light shield, repelling the second round of arrows.

"You have no chance, Orhan," Kukkuk scoffed, standing with his sword in hand. "Neither you nor your bird can stop me."

Orhan was about to retort when the stag-eagle screamed its loudest yet at the watchtower. Everyone looked over there and saw a magnificent spectacle.

The cluster of black dots in the sky had transformed into a flock of giant pheasants, no less massive than stag-hawks. These birds, with their rich, rich feathers, carried ten dwarves in leather armor and swooped down in a triangular formation toward the watchtower.

"bomb!"

Everyone watched as the colorful whirlwind carved a beautiful arc across the two watchtowers, dodging all the long-range weapons fired from them. With incredible precision, the knights on the giant pheasants dropped black spheres the size of apples into the sights and roofs of the watchtowers.

A moment later, a loud rumbling noise nearly shattered everyone's eardrums, and the strong wind made Hopper almost unable to stand steadily. Thick smoke and flames mixed with a strong smell of sulfur spewed out from every opening of the watchtower.

As for the sentry inside, there was no sound.

The giant pheasant cavalrymen circled in the sky, and the knights landed directly on the ground along the dropped ropes.

"Master Kangen, Master Kangen, where are you!" The leading dwarf knight shouted loudly before he even landed on the ground. The voice behind the mask was shrill and anxious.

"Here! We are here!"

The dwarf who had been hiding behind Edim waved his hands in the air, ran out quickly, and grabbed the knight tightly with tears of joy.

"Great. No time to explain, let's get going." The dwarf spoke so fast his tongue almost tied. "We have to leave before the orcs react. Everyone tie up the ropes immediately. Children, work in pairs, quick!"

Without her reminder, both Judith, hiding in the corner, and the shivering child quickly found the rope and tied it around their waists. Fortunately, Cook Cook had forced the goblins to feed them several full meals before, otherwise they might not have been so fast.

"Holy Warrior, hurry up!" Master Kangen on the back of the bird did not forget Edim who had been protecting him, and shouted at him.

Edim did not hesitate at all. Although he was exhausted from continuously using the power of the stigmata, he was still very agile in tying the ropes and tying them around his body.

"Are those two orcs also your friends, Master?" Hopper heard the dwarf captain's shout.

"No! They are not!" Judith screamed. "Go! Good knight, I have seen the orc army!"

The dwarf knight didn't wait a second longer, urging the giant pheasant to climb higher. Judith was right. Several huge flying creatures were already swooping down from the top of the mountain. The military camp was even faster. The explosion had almost attracted the entire camp's orcs.

"It seems that you have been abandoned by your so-called friends." Orhan did not step forward. He did not want to go forward and be stuffed with an explosive ball, but this did not prevent him from mocking Kuk Kuk.

Hopper shrugged. She hadn't intended to follow the group of knights. The agreement hadn't been fulfilled yet, and she couldn't tarnish the devil's reputation.

"Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself, Orhan!"

This made the demonic orc instantly nervous, fearing that Kukkuk would be doomed. He had not taken action just now because he knew clearly that the orc in front of him was much stronger than him.

Before he could respond, another strange movement occurred in the sky. The fastest of the two were the flying dragons. Although the giant pheasant was light and agile, it was carrying two people and could not escape the dragons' pursuit.

Then, among the cavalrymen rushing out of the camp, an orc in a long robe raised his staff high, and the scarlet light shot out from it and hit Orhan directly.

"Roar!" The demon orc's eyes turned red, and he rushed towards Hopper with his axe raised high like a mad dog!

Chapter 144: Goddess of Vengeance

"Hold on tight!" the dwarf captain's command reached Edim's ears along with the whistling wind. The giant bird above his head heard the command, suddenly folded its wings, and dived down like a free fall, trying to shake off the dragon chasing behind.

Several violent explosions rang out above the knight's head. He was dragged by the rope, swaying violently in the strong wind, trying his best to keep his body steady to avoid being shot by the orcs on the ground.

As soon as the explosion sounded, the nearest dragon roared in pain and crashed into the mountain with the orcs on its back.

Only then did Edim gain a clear view of the surrounding terrain. The platform they had just escaped from was built on the edge of a deep valley, with the surrounding peaks surrounding the eagle's nest like lily petals. This meant that if they wanted to escape, they would either have to fly around or over the surrounding peaks.

The fall of the flying dragon just now did not stop the subsequent pursuers. Although the other side was flying slower, the larger flying dragon was gradually catching up.

"Use that explosive weapon again!" Master Conn shouted at the captain over the wind.

"No more! Those are Lady Hearthheart's most precious treasures: triple-dried smoke grenades!" the captain shouted back. "Plain Stone's load capacity doesn't allow us to carry much. Don't worry, even if I were to jump and die with that ugly creature, Red Crown would definitely get you back to Emerald Harbor safely!"

However, she was clearly showing off. As the dragon drew closer, Pingyuanzhi's wings beat faster and faster, and her urging increased significantly. However, the Red Crown, with three passengers aboard, was gradually falling behind the main group. Even if the two knights deliberately slowed down to keep a watchful eye on her, it was only a matter of time before the dragon caught up.

Edim listened to their conversation and looked down. At this distance, he could already see the face of the orc on the flying dragon.

"Give me a weapon!" he shouted at the dwarf flying beside him. Without further ado, the dwarf drew his sword and threw it at him.

"Don't do anything stupid!" The captain thought of what he was about to do and screamed in objection.

Edim caught the sword and swung it upwards with force, and the only rope that could protect him broke with a sound.

"For the Sassen family!" A white-hot flame ignited on the knight's body. He fell rapidly, like a meteor appearing out of thin air. His light was so bright that even the sun was pale in comparison.

The reflection of the silver meteor lit up the orc cavalryman's pupils. He and the dragon screamed in unison, trying to swerve to avoid the knight. However, it was too late. With a teeth-grinding sound of bone-crackling, Edim landed squarely on the pursuer's head.

The flying dragon screamed in terror, rolling and twisting in the air, trying to shake off the burning horror on its back.

Edim was not feeling well either. Although he had just dealt with the rider, he himself was dizzy from the recoil. At this moment, he could only hang on the saddle with one hand, trying his best to avoid being thrown out by the flying dragon.

Compared to the plains dragon, the dragon's intelligence was much higher. After the initial panic, it quickly came up with a plan to deal with the situation.

Edim jerked his head, and the stinger, laced with green venom, pierced the saddle beside his head. The first strike missed, and the dragon quickly retracted its tail, preparing for a second attack. With its tail raised high, it looked like a scorpion waiting for its prey.

The knight had no time to think and slashed at the dragon's buttocks with his sword.

With green ichor splashing and screams of pain, the dragon's tail spun as it plummeted to the ground. This time, the dragon was truly frightened, wailing as it resumed its steady flight, fearing another blow from the sword.

"Very good." The knight was finally able to climb onto the saddle. He suppressed the churning of his stomach and patted the dragon to comfort it.

He had just noticed that, without the dragon's pursuit and the burden of a passenger, the young knights had successfully crossed the outer mountains and escaped capture. And on the ground...

"Bang!" Hopper, using the immense force of the weapon's impact, leaped high into the air, landing on the other side of the platform. She had already withstood countless attacks, and now she was surrounded by orc soldiers, including at least two spellcasters.

She glanced around. The orcs did not rush to attack her, but simply trapped her within a certain range - most likely because they were afraid of being affected by the frenzied demon orcs.

Orhan was as fast as a red whirlwind. His movements were clumsy but powerful, and most importantly, he was fearless. He had been slashed several times by Hopper, and his left arm was only connected by a thin layer of flesh, but he seemed to have no feeling and rushed forward again and again.

Hopper was a little annoyed by this persistence. It wasn't that she couldn't beat him, but the close and urgent attack left her no chance to change her appearance.

Just as she was getting annoyed, the sky suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, followed by a rapidly approaching scream.

Without even glancing back, Hopper dropped to the ground. A blinding silver-white fireball hurtled toward him. Orhan raised his axe high and shouted defiantly at the fireball.

However, the fireball was like a speeding carriage that crushed a mouse, pressing him hard to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood before it finally stopped.

All the orcs ignored Hopper, gripping their weapons tightly and watching the gradually extinguishing fireball as if facing a formidable enemy. A naked man emerged from the blazing flames. Hopper squinted and stared for a long moment before recognizing it as Edimu.

But he didn't look much like Edim. The man's clothes and hair were burned to ashes, and his eyes were filled with silver light, making him look like a human lantern.

After he landed, the flames quickly dissipated. Finally, Edim stumbled and half-knelt on the ground, almost fainting.

"Oh my, little Edim, are you going to commit suicide with me?" Hopper did not miss this rare opportunity. She finally had time to take something out of her bag, and she did not forget to tease the knight.

Edimu forced his eyelids open, and the orcs before him were doubled. He took a deep breath and said, "Stop dreaming, little devil. I bet you won't let me die because you still care about my soul."

He seemed to hear a chuckle. Hopper took out a black object from his bag. The knight carefully examined it for a moment before realizing it was an unlit torch.

"Edim Sassen, do you hate these orcs? Will you pray to Nemesis for vengeance upon them? What price are you willing to pay for vengeance?"

"I'd give it everything I have," the knight heard himself say.

"Liar!" Hopper mercilessly exposed him. However, although the flame was not big, the torch in her hand was already burning - this showed that at least what the knight said was not entirely false.

"Young souls always think they can risk their lives." A majestic female voice, different from Hopper's, rang in the knight's ears. She said, "Revenge is not just a satisfying killing, but holding a red-hot iron and dying together with the enemy."

The woman who appeared before Edim was one he had never seen before.

In the glow of the blue torch, a pair of massive black wings slowly unfolded behind Hopper, lifting her into the air. The longsword in her hand ignited with flames the same color as the torch.

The cold-blooded succubus held a torch high, like a bloodthirsty and dark angel of revenge walking out of a church ceiling painting.

Hopper stared at the knight, his voice echoing hollowly:

"By the command of the goddess of vengeance, who cannot be disobeyed, may the world flow with blood."

Chapter 145 Methods of Corrupting the Soul

Until he thought back on it later, Itim couldn't be sure whether what happened that day really happened or it was just an illusion after he jumped from a high altitude.

The vivid images in his mind could no longer piece together the full picture of what had happened.

He only remembered the black angel holding a burning sword, drawing a dazzling line of fire under the gray sky, diving into the surrounding orcs at high speed, and plowing a bloody passage through the dull green or gray flesh.

He only remembered the figure who was pulling the giant bow in the air. With the sound of the bow breaking through the air and splitting the clouds and rocks, and accompanied by two flashes of blue light, the spellcaster who was holding up a staff in the group of orcs was shot to pieces along with his shield.

He only remembered the winged angel of death's awe-inspiring power. Whether it was armor-piercing arrows or wolf-fang arrows, they all deflected helplessly before her iron feathers. With endless screams, she danced among the orc army, the blades her companions, and with each spin, she sent several arms and heads flying.

He even remembered how the orcs' expressions changed from confusion to terror, from begging the "messenger" to stop to trampling on each other and running away. And the background of all this was the smoke-emitting, collapsed watchtower and the Blade Angel holding high in the air, with its face stained with blood, laughing joyfully.

The last thing he remembered was a black rope wrapped around his waist.

Facing more and more orcs, Hopper took him and jumped off the cliff. His wings almost blocked all his vision as he flew straight into the distance.

When Edim awoke, he felt only excruciating pain all over his body. The use of the stigmata was not without cost; the burning pain of the sacred flames was a reminder of his misuse of power, a warning for him to exercise caution.

He stared blankly at the lavender sky with his eyes open. It took him a while to realize that it should be evening already.

"Are you awake?" He turned towards the source of the voice. A familiar woman was sitting on a rock. The sunset glowed on her face, making her eyes sparkle like the surface of a lake in the afternoon.

"Ms. Hopper, have we escaped the Aerie yet?"

The succubus looked at his somewhat dazed expression and smiled cheerfully. She raised her chin and said proudly, "Of course, Knight."

He opened his mouth, and Hopper knew what he wanted to ask without having to read his mind, and answered directly, "From what I know, everyone else is fine."

The knight shut his mouth. A gust of evening wind blew by, and Edim shuddered. He looked down at himself, his face flushing red.

"Don't worry about your clothes, Mr. Knight," Hopper saw through his thoughts. "After all, theoretically, our contract was established the moment you escaped. Your chastity is already mine, and I'm admiring my trophy."

Perhaps it was anger, perhaps it was shame, but the redness on the naked knight's face quickly faded. Without the adorning of the holy flame, he now looked like a deformed monster that had returned to its original form, with white skin and a strong body.

"You still have the right to regret, Knight," Hopper said seductively. "If one day you feel that life still needs the embellishment of lust and can no longer endure the lonely nights, I will be happy to terminate the contract with you. The price is very low, three souls will be enough."

"Don't worry about answering me," the demon stopped Edim from retorting. "As a lord's knight and a bishop's paladin, you'll inevitably encounter villains in your career. Perhaps a pervert who rapes babies, a swindler who swindles an elderly person out of their lifesaving money, or even a villain who sells out his people to the devil."

"Their souls are inferior compared to yours, but I don't mind. Wouldn't it be wonderful if these evildoers could make one final contribution?"

Of course not, Hopper said in his heart, if you really sacrifice your soul to me, you will be completely mine.

"I don't know what you're talking about, little devil," Edim straightened up and replied seriously, "I abide by my oath, and naturally I also abide by the contract I signed. Even if I signed the contract out of stupidity or ignorance, I will bear the consequences of my stupidity. No one else should be held responsible for my mistakes."

Hopper sighed, then brightened up again. The corruption of the soul didn't happen overnight, but she didn't believe that a human being could be completely free from the influence of lust.