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The journey was smooth this time. The Ulthuan towed two sailing ships with broken masts, Aenarion drove the intact sailing ship, and Artemisia steered the Ulthuan. They once again arrived at Rhodes, took out the privateering license, and exchanged the ship for the reward of the Crusaders.

"Hey? Three ships, you've been having some good hunting results lately."

A bearded Crusader Knight said in surprise.

"Let me see the records, Aenarion, the newly registered privateer. In addition to these three Arab galleons, how many infidel heads have you taken? Heads are also a good thing to exchange for spoils of war."

"One hundred and four, but I'm a death knight, and I turned all their bodies into zombies."

Aenarion pointed to his zombie crew.

"Ah, to be considered a meritorious service, one must surrender the captives of the infidels, or the bodies of the night raiders.

We also need to offer the blood of pagans as burnt sacrifices to God. Sometimes we also pull up their corpses and build a cheap and large army of undead to fill the front line and use them as labor, or take prisoners and use them as labor directly.

The Crusader Knight said regretfully.

"Three small sailing ships of 16 meters long, without guns, the ships you robbed,

No one dares to buy if the source is not regular, for fear of retaliation from others, but we, the Knights Hospitaller, are not afraid. Even if you rob the Ottoman warships or the Sultan’s carriage, you can still exchange them for money here.

The factory price of this thing is 16,000 silver coins, which can be exchanged for 8,000 silver coins here. The two ships are seriously damaged, and the masts are broken. Well, I will give you 6,000 silver coins, which adds up to a total of 20,000 silver coins. "

Aenarion nodded. This thing was indeed hard to sell. Only the Knights Hospitaller dared to accept it.

The knight took out two pieces of paper from his pocket. On them were written "Ten Thousand Grosso Silver Coins". The surroundings were densely covered with sacred and pious scriptures and patterns full of religious meanings. They were also stamped with the seal of the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller and the holy seal of the Cardinal of Rhodes Island.

What is this, a voucher?

"This is Grand Master Hepans. After seeing the indulgences, he had a flash of inspiration and invented the Crusade Voucher, which can only be used within the Knights Hospitaller.

You can use these holy war tickets to repair ships at the shipyard, or to exchange them for armor, weapons, and magical items at the warehouse... In short, you can only use this money to improve your own strength and further strike at our enemies, and not to spend it on decadent and degenerate enjoyment."

The Crusader Knight spoke concisely and made his attitude clear.

Isn't this just another form of barter, using your existing goods to exchange for the ships and slaves that the privateering captains have robbed.

Forget it, I'm going to use this money to upgrade my equipment anyway.

Aenarion was a little depressed. He held two ten thousand silver holy war tickets and walked around the warehouse of Rhodes Island. There were a lot of magical items here. The price was much lower than the normal market price, and the quantity was quite exaggerated! Green, blue, and purple equipment were all available. His depression just now was swept away. It seemed that the Knights Hospitaller were also conscientious.

Because the members of the Knights Hospitaller are a combination of paladins, priests, and warriors, with almost no other professions, the magical artifacts here are all equipment for other professions that they have no need for.

Warlock and wizard robes that increase charm and intelligence are hung on the hangers, druid fur cloaks that increase perception and shapeshifting abilities are stacked on the boxes, longbows and arrows that rangers need for high agility are available, and a wide variety of swords, spears, and halberds are placed on the weapon racks. Waiting to exchange fleets with privateer captains.

Of course, there are also some paladins who do not follow the usual path. Aenarion saw a Crusader Knight not far away, holding two holy war tickets and choosing equipment.

He first put on a piece of thief leather armor that greatly increased agility, then put on a warrior medium-sized chain mail that increased protection and life, and finally wore a wizard cloth robe over the chain mail that increased intelligence and mana.

This is not all. The Paladin thought for a while, put on a natural robe woven by druids with green leaves and vines to improve his healing ability, put on the sniper glasses specially used by rangers, and the sharpshooter arm guards to improve long-range hits, and then carried a yew longbow made of cedar that required high agility and strength attributes, and a bag of large arrows.

Finally, he held the heavy shield of the Paladin in his left hand and a giant sword for attacking in his right hand. This giant sword was of purple quality, and the sword guard was in the shape of two ferocious poisonous snakes. The purple-red sword body was extremely wide and heavy, and looked majestic. Two Latin words were engraved on it: ALL ROLL.

Whatever you need to ride.

Aenarion searched for the equipment he needed in the wizard and warlock area. After searching for a while, he finally locked onto two rare items. One was the [Ring of Chaos Power]. A long snake made of pure gold opened its bloody mouth and swallowed its own tail, turning into a ring with its tail in its mouth. The two eyes of the golden snake were two sparkling and transparent sapphires.

This thing is sold here for 16000 silver coins, and its ability is simply powerful, directly increasing the spellcasting level by +1.

Paladins have more auxiliary spells, and adding one casting level means that a buff spell can last a little longer. What's more, they also have a special skill that can make a buff last for a whole day, so there is no demand for this thing.

For warlocks and psykers who cast multi-damage, burst spells, a +1 spell level means a large amount of added damage. For example, a psionic missile that attacks five people at the same time will do +1 to 6 damage for each additional level.

Death Coil increases damage by +1~12 per level, which is very useful.

With this thing, combined with his perfect psychic warlock heritage, his spellcasting level would be +2. Although he was a level 4 psychic, the spell damage he dealt was level 6.

Coupled with the Secret Fire Ring, the fire spell damage he inflicts is at the level of a level 7 spellcaster!

The second rare item is the [Energy Storage Pendant], a necklace made of brass with a white crystal polished into the shape of a giant dragon hanging from it.

Its effect is also very simple and powerful. When you cast a spell, the spell cost is reduced by 1, which saves your mana consumption to a great extent.

Aenarion put on the necklace and the ring and left the warehouse with satisfaction. At this moment, several Crusader Knights came to him accompanied by a female elf who exuded a cold aura.

Aenarion looked at her strangely. Even by elven standards, her elegant figure was unusually tall, with a small chest that could be held in one hand, and slender, round legs that were tightly wrapped in black leather, revealing perfect curves that could make one's blood boil.

And she

The fair and beautiful face had its eyes covered by a black hollow ribbon, revealing only half of its fair and rosy cheek, its tall and delicate nose, and its lips that were as hot as flaming roses.

The parts covered by the black ribbon also give rise to a lot of imagination.

But what attracted Aenarion the most was her forehead: two twisted and blasphemous demon horns like a goat's passed through her white hair and appeared on both sides of her forehead. Moreover, her whole body exuded a gloomy and twisted aura that made people very uncomfortable.

This weird aura is exactly the same as that of the Slaanesh God and the fire demons.

"Did you capture those Arab sailing ships? I recognize them! They are the Skull Crusher and the Raven from the Slayer War Gang!"

The elf was very excited and grabbed Aenarion's right hand - her hand was very white and slender, but the nails were extremely sharp like those of a wild animal and were painted pure black.

"you are?"

Aenarion looked at the excited elf with black veil, then at the Crusader Knights beside him. Their faces were very normal and there was no hostility at all, so they should not be enemies.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Alleri, the Governor of Evia in the Commercial Republic of Venice."

Chapter 101: Demon Hunter

Aenarion immediately understood her intention. The six pirate ships of the Slayer Warband defeated the former Governor of Evia and drove him out of the island of Evia, so the man fled to Rhodes to seek the protection of the Knights.

And now, he had killed two ships of the Slayer Gang and sold their ships here. Did the former Governor of Evia think he could help him fight back to the island of Evia?

"The new Doge of Venice betrayed everyone, including his father, Blind Dandolo! He openly stood on the same front with the Ottomans. I tried to resist, but was defeated by the Venetian rebels and the Slayers on the island. The entire island of Evia fell, and only I and my flagship barely escaped.

But today, I saw you pulling two ships of the Slayers over to claim the reward. You killed a third of them?"

Alleli's face was full of surprise.

"Yes, it was me. Our ship passed by Evia on the way from Marathon to Rhodes. They wanted to rob me, but I counterattacked and destroyed two ships, killing and injuring one third of the crew."

Aenarion replied, and he concealed his true intentions and pretended to be indifferent to the island of Euboea, firstly to make it easier to raise the offer, and secondly to prevent the governor from mistakenly thinking that his group had any ill intentions towards her territory.

"Ever since I was driven away, I have been plotting revenge. I now have two 40-meter-class Calais sailing warships, 160 oarsmen, and 100 sailors.

During this period, I went to Florence and hired a group of good fighters from the Italian Assassin Brotherhood. The Knights Hospitaller also agreed to provide me with 30 holy war knights. If your team joins, our chances of success in retaking Evia will be greatly improved!"

Alleli squeezed his hand excitedly.

"Once it's done, whatever you want, as long as I have it, I can give it to you."

"Before that, can you explain why you exude the aura of a demon? Exactly the same as the fleet admiral of the slaughter war gang, the demon mistress."

Aenarion took a cautious step back and pulled his hand out from the white, slender demon's claws.

"I just paid a tiny price to gain power."

Alleri stepped back, stood on tiptoes, and turned backwards, revealing her snow-white, delicate and slender back. Aenarion discovered that her black leather jacket was actually a backless style. Not to mention her back as white as a lotus and her spine as white as jade, even her slender waist as delicate as a willow and half of her full and round breasts were exposed to the air. Her two plump buttocks like peaches, accompanied by a pink hip line that aroused endless imagination, were vaguely exposed outside the leather jacket.

Before he finished speaking, Aenarion discovered that the temperament of the female elf in front of him had changed suddenly. Waves of creepy and cold spiritual energy spread around like a tide, making it difficult to breathe.

The devil's horns on her head expanded rapidly and turned into a pair of withered branches in an orderly manner, like the horns of an elk. Countless blood vessels with green rotten fluid flowing emerged from her head, like thorny vines, entwining every fork of the elk's horns, and then splitting into countless smaller blood vessels, hanging down. From a distance, the withered branches looked like two graceful green weeping willows.

Her smooth jade-like back stretched out a pair of giant moth-scale wings that covered the sky. Tens of thousands of indescribable brilliant colors were painted on the four scaly wings to form all kinds of crazy, twisted and colorful patterns. Just staring at the patterns on her wings, Aenarion's brain began to feel dizzy. The faint sound of the poisonous moth's flapping wings was like some kind of spell, tormenting everyone's ears.

Alleli gently flapped its two pairs of moth wings, and in an instant, countless tiny colorful powders spread out from the scaly wings and spread in all directions.

No wonder she wears a backless dress, it turns out that demons can grow wings when they transform.

"See? This is the power I gained at a tiny price."

Allari floated in the air with a pair of moth wings, pulled out a giant sickle more than two meters long, and looked down at Aenarion amidst thousands of floating and dancing dust.

"In a thousand

One hundred years ago, during the Crisis of the Third Century that nearly brought about the demise of the Roman Empire, a black-and-purple-skinned drow elf discovered a desperate fact while fighting against demons. Demons cannot be truly killed. All we can do is destroy the temporary material carriers that the demons have created in the real world.

Their souls are able to take out their shattered bodies and escape back to the subspace to recuperate again and again, and when the time is right, they will create a second physical body in the world, possess it, and return.

Therefore, the drow used his body as a cage to imprison a demon's soul, making it impossible for him to escape forever. As time went on, the drow found that he could use the demon's power by suppressing and extracting his soul, and even transform part of his body into the appearance of a warp demon and possess a part of the original power of the warp, just like what I just did."

Alleli said proudly.

"We call it [Demon Transformation], or [Chaos Form]. It greatly strengthens oneself with the power of demons, but the specific effects vary from demon to demon. The one imprisoned in my body is a Nagog demon, so it greatly increases my defense and poison-using abilities."

After hearing that the other party was not a demon but an enchanted warrior, Aenarion relaxed a little, and then looked at the Knights Templar next to him in confusion, "Are you Christians too lax? You don't care about the undead because Christianity is against demons, and God himself raises an undead army called the "Cursed Legion".

But now you don't even care about demons? It's different from the conservative Catholicism in the rumors, right?

"As long as she can suppress the demons, use the energy of the warp for her own benefit, and still worship Christ, then it is legal."

A Templar Knight seemed to see Aenarion's confusion and said nonchalantly.

"After all, God is also using the energy of chaos. As long as this power can benefit God, it will be useful."

Aenarion rolled his eyes and used a reconnaissance spell to look at the so-called demonic transformation.

【Alleli】

Level 6 (Level 5 Psychic Warrior + Level 1 Demon Hunter) (equivalent to Level 6 Psychic Warrior)

Health 54, Mana 20

Enchanted Scythe +10 hits, physical damage 17~23,

2x Corrupted Skull Branches +10 hits, poison damage 13~20

4x poison moth scales +10 hits, poison damage 13~20

Protection 13 (+4 Agility +2 Leather +7 Demon Transformation)

Strength 22, Agility 18, Constitution 18

Intelligence 16, Wisdom 8, Charisma 12

[Demonic Transformation]: Strength +4, Constitution +4, Armor +7, gain a flying speed of 60 feet, all damage +6 poison damage (based on character level), two antlers, and four scaly wings as primary natural weapons, each causing 1 to 8 points of poison damage, can be used 4 times a day, each lasting 4 minutes (based on Constitution adjustment value).

This demon transformation is really something. Although the attributes added are not much, it adds six natural weapons. Ordinary humans do not have natural weapons such as fangs and claws, and can only attack with swords. After the Leopard Girl turns into a leopard, she can use her claws, fangs, and three weapons to attack at the same time while humans launch a round of attacks with swords. If she charges, she can also add a pair of death rakes with her hind claws, and deal five rounds of damage in one round of attack by ordinary people.

This demon transformation is even more terrifying. In one round of attack, it can use its sickle, two horns, and four wings to deal a full seven times of damage.

"After conquering Evia, the land and people will belong to me, and the money and supplies will belong to you. Not to mention the pirates' stuff, you can take away everything in the Evia Governor's warehouse. If you like, I can also give you this book that records the profession information of [Demon Hunter]. I remember that their admiral is a God-honored Slaanesh Devil, which is very rare and ranks among the best among all melee demons. If you extract her soul and enchant it in your body, I believe your strength will be greatly improved."

Allari quoted his price.

Chapter 102: Sister of the Holy War

"Great, deal."

Aenarion gladly accepted, and the two hit it off immediately. Two 40-meter-long Galleons and a 40-meter-long Carrack sailed out of Rhodes Island, accompanied by thirty members of the Knights Hospitaller, nineteen of whom were level 1 to 3 Crusader Knights riding ordinary horses, and only one was level 5, a Pegasus Knight riding a Pegasus.

The remaining ten people were all devout nuns wearing black veils and covering their bodies tightly. They were holy priests of levels 1 to 3 and were responsible for treatment and auxiliary logistics personnel.

Aenarion carefully read some scrolls on the Demon Hunter class that Alleri had given him. This was not a basic class like the Warlock or Priest, but an advanced class, just like the Fated Champion and the Archmage, with prerequisites.

[Archmage] You need at least 11 mage levels to advance. Each Archmage level, in addition to obtaining high professional abilities, also attempts to become a mage level. For example, an 11th-level mage + 2 Archmage can cast spells like a 13th-level mage, and also has 2 additional levels of Archmage abilities.

The same is true for Demon Hunter. You need at least 4 Psyker levels to advance. 4 Psion +

1. Demon Hunter, has the spellcasting ability of a 5th-level Psion, and has the additional professional power of a level 1 Demon Hunter. Overall it looks good and is a very powerful advanced profession. Your own warlock profession can also be used as a psychic because of your special bloodline. You can enter this and gain some abilities of a Demon Hunter.

After Aenarion had a rough understanding of this profession, he began to discuss with Governor Alleri how to fight. Her plan was simple. During the time when Evia was taken away, she was not idle. She first went to Florence to hire some elite members of the Italian Assassin Brotherhood. They were responsible for infiltrating and secretly taking over the thirteen turrets in the port. As long as there were no hindrances from those turrets, the three warships could directly enter the port, bombard the anchored Slaanesh fleet and directly seize the port.

Things will be much easier after that.

"By the way, Aenarion, there are a total of ten nuns responsible for auxiliary treatment participating in this holy war. I will place five of them on your ship to heal your crew."

Alleli said magnanimously.

"The sisters of the Knights Hospitaller are renowned for their ability to assist in healing. They are the logistical backbone of the Knights Hospitaller's constant external conquests."

"Just give me one. I'm a ship of the dead. Except for a few living people responsible for control, all of them are corpses. One treatment is enough for emergency use. The nun's holy light will damage my zombies instead."

Aenarion pointed to his ship full of zombies.

"I see. I didn't expect you were a master of necromancy. Then I will choose the strongest one for you to protect and heal you."

Alleri selected and pushed a third-level nun to the side of Aenarion. Judging from her level and attributes, she had the highest level and mana, and judging from her appearance, she also had the most healing power.

She was wearing a very conservative nun's dress. The pitch-black skirt reached her ankles and had a high collar that even covered her swan-like neck. Only her dignified and holy face was exposed. Her beautiful emerald green eyes were like two bays of bright autumn water, emitting a clear autumn glow.

The black dress decorated with white lace edges was filled up by the pair of proud snow-capped peaks on the nun's chest, almost bursting. When she walked, the two attractive mountains would sway gently, rippling out ripples of temptation that would make people's mouths dry. The simple long skirt, along with her awkward steps, vaguely outlined the perfect curve of a pair of beautiful legs.

"Hello, dear Captain Aenarion. I am Miriel, a nun from the Rhodes Island Monastery. May God bless you with victory and glory."

Looking at the stranger in front of her, Miriel spoke nervously, her sweet voice trembling a little. She stretched out her right hand and made a cross on her chest. This action made the huge breasts that were tightly wrapped under the black clothes ripple in obscene ways.

"Don't be so nervous, we are all comrades."