The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

But a mere demon could never have the power to contend with the lion demon. Even a third-level demon couldn't do this. The demon in front of him was very wrong. He was definitely not of an ordinary inferior bloodline.

In that moment of confrontation.

He has already seen the magical powers of the demon.

The lion demon has a more majestic body than him, with black magic patterns all over his body. His well-developed and strong muscles are wrapped in mighty crimson heavy armor. The demon horns are as sharp as knives, his eyes are deep and cold, and the battle axe in his hand is also a good thing.

Qiao Lima took the time to look at the hammer axe in his hand, and found that the blade was already bent.

There is no doubt that this is a very powerful pioneering noble.

Not only powerful but also rich.

Maybe he has family support behind him.

After analyzing these points.

Jolima's anger had subsided by half.

He knew that he had hit a wall this time.

But there is still room for maneuver.

Only a few goblins died under the demon clan, which is not worth much.

He can lose money.

He didn't even have the chance to enjoy the female human beast.

If he reveals his identity, this demon should restrain his hostility, and everyone should have a good talk, and they should pay compensation, apologize, and cooperate, and the matter would be over.

Jolima took a deep breath and took two steps forward.

Now he represents the face of Hot Wind Highlands, he must show enough momentum.

"I think there's a little misunderstanding between us. I'm..."

Jolima still couldn't finish her words.

Because the demon has rushed up again.

It was like the body was half activated by the fight just now.

This time the speed was even faster, and a strong gust of wind blew towards us.

Qiaolima's eyebrows jumped, and he felt a cold sweat on his back. In that instant, he saw the battle axe raised high, a black shadow passed by, and it whistled towards him.

This is too fast.

He was so frightened that he gasped and quickly dodged.

The Axe of Destruction split the rock with ease, almost without any pause, and continued to slash horizontally with the backhand. This time, Jolima had nowhere to hide, and he could only grit his teeth and block with his mace.

"Crack--" the hammer axe made a sharp wail.

Sparks flew.

This was followed by a series of cracking sounds.

The huge mace first bent at the axe blade and then broke into pieces, but before it broke, it bought its owner some time, allowing the lion demon to roll backwards to avoid the fatal pursuit.

"Listen, I am a lion demon from the Mad Blood Family of Hot Wind Highlands. I am here to discuss cooperation. If you kill me, my master Quinhagen will not let you go!"

Jolima was holding a hammer axe in his hand in a funny way, with only the handle left. He was breathing heavily, and his knuckles were bleeding from the shock. He had lost his previous might and looked both embarrassed and ridiculous.

"Oh, so you are from the Crazy Blood Family." Caesar continued to approach with the axe in hand. He seemed to have restrained his murderous intent and his eyes became gentle. "I have always admired the lord of the Crazy Blood Family. I didn't expect to have the opportunity to meet a member of the Crazy Blood Family now."

This demon was indeed intimidated by the majesty of the Mad Blood Family.

Things are looking up.

However, just as hope arose in Jolima's heart.

The demon's eyes turned fierce again.

"call--"

The deadly battle axe was swung at an extremely fast speed.

Jolima tried desperately to escape from the attack range of the battle axe, but in the end, he only broke his right leg instead of his arm. Blood gushed out, and he wailed in pain as his body was dragged backwards by the demon.

Caesar kicked the severed leg away casually.

Dragging the lion demon's huge body towards the open space outside the cave.

During this period, the lion demon fought back vigorously.

Caesar then kindly cut off the lion demon's left and right arms, and removed the kneecap of the last leg, so that the lion demon only had his head left to move.

He slowly dragged the lion demon's mutilated body to the side of the pointed-eared corpse.

He squatted down and pulled out the moon blade seized from the elf lady from his waist, and stabbed the lion demon's thigh again and again, as if venting his anger, letting the lion demon's screams gradually become hoarse.

His armor was stained with warm animal blood.

The gray-black mane was also dyed red by the blood plasma, condensing into strands like spikes.

Cersinati stood in the distance and watched the scene silently.

She obediently did not touch the iron chain tied to the tree trunk. The fighting power that the demon had just burst out had made her give up the idea of ​​escaping. Besides, the demon was angry now. What if he chopped her down directly?

The goblins around were stunned.

They have not yet recovered from the fact that their king killed the invading lion demon so swiftly.

That's the Lion Demon!

In the demon society where bloodline is supreme.

To the goblins, the lion demons are as unattainable as the emperor. They are just a group of humble pariahs, and their king is nothing more than the king of pariahs.

Now the king of the untouchables killed the emperor.

This is simply a fantasy for the goblins. In their dictionary, there are only group fights and bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They do not have the courage to overcome the oppression of blood by using their humble bodies.

Now Caesar has opened a whole new door for these goblins with his actions, especially Brokenfang, who has a higher intelligence. Its dim eyes follow the king's figure, watching the king raise his knife and torture the arrogant lion demon.

It discovered that the higher bloodlines were not so superior. When they were being slaughtered, their wailing was even more miserable than that of the goblins.

Broken Tooth bravely stepped forward, raised the weapon in his hand like Caesar and stabbed the Lion Demon viciously. He looked at the Lion Demon wailing in pain, and somehow, something seemed to be stirring in his blood.

The goblins around gradually woke up. They followed Broken Tooth and stood in a circle around the Lion Demon, holding their weapons, looking timid but eager to try.

Caesar saw this scene and said nothing.

He stood up and gave his place to the goblins under his command.

"Don't kill him, leave some breath."

This was the only order given.

Don't know what's going on.

Normally, these green-skinned imps would never dare to treat a demon with a more noble bloodline like this, especially when this demon is still alive. The suppression of blood alone is enough to make these goblins retreat.

"Caesar... Mr. Caesar..."

A girl's soft voice came from behind.

Caesar felt someone tugging gently at the corner of his armor from behind.

He looked back and saw the pastor girl with a concerned look on her face, holding a towel with both hands. However, she was too petite, and even if she stood on tiptoe and raised her hands, the towel could only reach his stomach.

"Let me help you, wipe your face."

Shana murmured quietly, not disliking the pungent smell of blood on the demon. That was the smell of a warrior, whether it was a bloody battle axe or murderous eyes, they were all for protection.

Maybe the demon has his own purpose.

But he did protect the safety and expectations of a little girl.

This is a fact.

Chapter 43: It is said that a priest's kiss can relieve pain

Caesar did not refuse the priest girl's kindness.

He bent down and let Shana wipe his face with the towel, but there was so much blood on his body that the towel was soon stained blood red.

Shana saw a long wound on Caesar's dark cheek, from which blood was oozing, mixing with the blood of the Lion Demon. This was a cut on Caesar's face caused by a piece of weapon debris when the Lion Demon's weapon was broken.

"Mr. Caesar, does it hurt here?"

The wound was about seven or eight centimeters long and very close to the eye.

Shana could hardly imagine how painful it would be if such a wound appeared on her face, but there was no weakness in the demon's deep eyes, only murderous intent that had not yet dissipated.

"Of course it hurts, it hurts like hell."

Caesar did not pretend to be strong like those so-called heroes, but such a small wound really didn't hurt much. As a demon, he had a strong resistance to pain.

Hearing Caesar say that it hurt, Shana's eyes showed more worry and concern. She carefully and gently stroked the wound on Caesar's face, chanting softly: "The spring of light, the grace of Idrar, the blessing of the healing spirit, the song of healing, echoes in my heart."

Accompanied by the chanting of healing spells.

Some milky white light also emanated from Shana's fingertips.

These lights merged into Caesar's wounds and quickly completed the wound repair process.

There is only a shallow scar left there, which will normally heal completely in less than half a day.

Shana can use this basic healing technique twice in total.

However, as time goes by, she may no longer be able to use this power.

Because her healing technique is a divine technique, not a magical technique.

The source of strength is the power of faith.

As her faith in the God of Light, Idrar, collapsed.

The divine power in her will also become weaker and weaker.

Also because of her faith in Caesar.

She will receive feedback of the power granted by Caesar.

But this kind of feedback is insignificant compared to that of the gods.

"Mr. Caesar, does it still hurt?"

The girl's hands were soft and small, and felt gently on his face, like a feather brushing gently, which made Caesar feel itchy inside. Looking at Shana's worried eyes, Caesar remembered that his favorability was 100. Doesn't that mean he can... ?

He licked his dry lips.

He said hoarsely, "It still hurts."

"Ah? What should we do?"

Shana really didn't know what to do.

It stands to reason that her primary healing technique has an analgesic effect, and Caesar's facial wound has healed, so he shouldn't be in pain any more, but Caesar said it hurts again...

"If you kiss me, it may relieve my pain." Caesar frowned tightly, as if he was enduring extreme pain: "Aren't you a priest? It is said that a priest's kiss can take away the pain of believers."

There is indeed such a saying.

But it only circulated among bards.

The composition of bards was extremely complex, half of them were vagrants and hooligans.

They imagined that the noble priests and saints of the Church of Radiance could dedicate everything for their believers, so they secretly made up some obscene stories. For example, the urine of the saint of the Church of Radiance could cure all diseases, and they called this thing holy water; in addition, the saint's virginity could dispel Satan's curse, and although the priests and pastors did not have such a strong effect, they could also dispel the curse.

These legends are widely circulated among the people.

In addition, some nuns in the church have improper private lives.

The legend is gradually becoming a "fact".

In some remote areas of the Surien Empire, some nuns of small churches have completely fallen. Unable to receive guidance from the gods, they can only attribute their mistakes to their lack of devotion, and thus sell their bodies in the hope of gaining forgiveness from believers and gods.

But the Church of Radiance is not like that.

The Church of Radiance believes in Idrar, the God of Radiance, one of its main gods. This god advocates asceticism to save the world and to abandon desires. He strictly prohibits all lustful behavior of his followers. The saints and high-ranking priests in the church are all sexually frigid.

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