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However, I have not granted any other blessings,

And the right to revoke the blessing - that is the power that only the God, the Great Demon, and my master have. "

"I don't believe you would be so kind to help me. Tell me, what's the price?"

Aenarion communed with his inner demon.

"There is no price. The lifespan of a demon is endless, but you, an elf, only have a lifespan of a few hundred years. It seems that for the next few hundred years, I, a poor little slave girl, will have to kneel obediently in your body and become the cauldron for you to gain power. You can still pick the fruits. In order to live a more comfortable life, isn't it normal for me to please my master?"

The God-like Lust Demon pretended to be pitiful.

"Yes, you can brand her with the Mark of Slaanesh, but I don't need your blessing."

Aenarion was not at all moved by her pretending to be pitiful, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was a feasible solution.

The God-Lord Lust Demon showed a cunning smile, and then exerted his power. Miriel suddenly felt a burning sensation in her chest. A blasphemous and terrifying mark of Slaanesh gradually branded her fair chest, located under a pair of delicate collarbones and above two white breasts.

During the branding process, the Mark of Slaanesh flashed an extremely dazzling pink light, penetrating the dark nun's robe and soaring into the sky.

Chapter 116: Abaddon's Victory

Miriel looked at the Slaanesh mark that suddenly appeared on her chest and was completely stunned. She forgot to refute or resist.

Oh, that's not right. The Lord taught us that all those who are branded by the evil god are enemies! Whether it is the extremely rampant Slaanesh and Khorne beliefs in the Mediterranean world, or the Muslims entrenched in West Asia and North Africa, just kill them when you see them, without any hesitation. The more you kill, the more likely you are to enter His holy kingdom after death.

As for Namo Qiji Fengcuo Tathagata far away in India and Taixu Jiuxiao Qingbao Tianzun in the Far East Zhendan, those places have not yet been illuminated by the holy light and lack enlightenment. If a pastor really goes there, he can try to preach first.

Miriel's mind was in a mess. Aenarion stood up carefully. The nun, with a blank mind, picked up the half-broken knife and hesitantly pointed it at her heart, wanting to stab it according to the church's commandments. However, the body's instinctive self-defense mechanism prevented her from doing it.

Those who are branded with the mark of the evil god will inevitably fall, and those who believe in the evil god will die.

But, but I still believe in God devoutly! I despise the God of Darkness!

Among all the nuns, I practice the most devoutly! I pray the most diligently! All the years of hard training and unforgettable faith are all invalidated just because of a small mark, a small joke of the evil god? As a devout Catholic, should I commit suicide immediately with my incomparable devout faith in God just because of a prophecy that "those who are branded with the evil god's mark will inevitably fall"?

But the Lord also said that people who commit suicide cannot be forgiven, and their souls cannot ascend to heaven after death - then wouldn't all my pious and ascetic practices since I was a child be in vain?

Why! ! !

When the incident really happened to her, Mirielle questioned for the first time everything she believed in. Her mind was in a mess, her breathing became more and more rapid, her holy and dignified face turned red, her sexy and proud body trembled wildly like a sieve, and her huge breasts rippled in seductive waves. Finally, her eyes rolled back, and she passed out in the intense thinking struggle.

"Estalier, take her back to her room to rest and take good care of her. Call me as soon as she wakes up."

Aenarion just wanted her to empathize with his own experience, but he didn't expect that the Mark of Slaanesh would be so shocking to her that she fainted. He had to have her taken away to rest. He took out the spell book he had copied from the White Tower, and used the time of voyage to start learning the third-ring necromancy as a fifth-level Death Knight.

These spells are really difficult to learn. The charm talent spell given by the warlock is as simple as eating and breathing, and can be used easily.

However, learning spells with intelligence is extremely complicated. The formulas, principles, concepts, and spells of the simplest first-ring magic are densely written on both sides of a page.

The difficulty of the second-level magic was doubled, with the formula concept filling two pages, and the third-level magic filling three pages. It took Aenarion a long time to finally learn [Manipulate Corpses] and [Embalment].

The functions of these two necromancy arts are very simple. The former is to transform corpses into skeletons, low-level undead such as zombies. I have finally learned how to create undead, and I don't need to buy undead from the White Tower anymore. As for [body preservation], it can prevent zombies from rotting and maintain their corpse state before death.

Although it is cool to see the zombies' flesh and blood rot and their bones exposed, and it can scare the enemy during battle, a whole ship full of rotten zombies is too unsightly, so it is better to just keep them all preserved.

By the way, after both himself and Artemisia were upgraded to level 5, the total level of the undead creatures they controlled had reached 180. However, now the two of them only controlled zombies with a total level of 144. After encountering Osman's ships on the road, they could kill people to replenish some troops. Now they can create zombies anytime and anywhere.

Aenarion calculated the cost. It only costs 25 silver coins to convert a corpse into a level one zombie. The White Tower of Constantinople sells a level one zombie for 100 silver coins. If you bring your own corpse, the labor fee is 50 silver coins. These mages really make money.

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After a day's sailing, Aenarion was about to lie down when Astariel brought news - Miriel had woken up.

Aenarion yawned, forced himself to endure the fatigue, and entered Miriel's room. This empty cabin had just been cleaned up and was very simply furnished with a bed, a table and two chairs. A huge wooden box was placed on the ground, containing the ashes of twenty-nine expedition knights.

The little nun sat on the bed with a solemn expression. With her delicate hands, she tore open the overly conservative black collar of her long dress. Two magnificent breasts wrapped in white gauze quietly popped out from the dark collar. The white gauze and the black dress complemented each other, making the two soft breasts on her chest look even more magnificent. A pink mark of Slave was entrenched on the white chest that was not covered by the gauze, which was extremely dazzling.

"Now, do you understand me? Miriel, I am not a follower of Slaanesh. This mark is just something imposed on me by the Dark Lord."

Miriel nodded silently, putting herself in the other person's shoes and thinking that she might really be too extreme.

Aenarion fought alongside him, and fearlessly rushed to the front line when fighting against the God-Lord Lust Demon. It was obvious that he was not a follower of Slaanesh, but because of a small mark, he denied everything he had done.

He himself could not accept that a life of devout prayer was denied because of an inexplicable mark. Aenarion would certainly not accept his own extreme behavior just now.

"Captain Aenarion, I apologize for my rude behavior towards you this morning. I... may not be able to return to the church. Although I still firmly believe in God, if my brothers and sisters find out that I have been branded with the mark of the evil god, they will definitely kill me."

Mirielle returned to her original gentle self and asked cautiously.

"I am going to leave the church and find a place to continue my devout prayers and asceticism, to ensure that I will not fall until I die of natural causes, and to let my soul ascend to heaven peacefully. Captain Aenarion, are you willing to accept me?"

"Of course, if it weren't for your selfless treatment, we wouldn't have been able to defeat the God-Lord Lust Demon, and I wouldn't have been able to seal it and become a demon hunter. Welcome to join, Miriel. This cabin will be your home from now on. Tell me what you want and what you like to eat, and I'll buy it for you after we dock. Don't have any grudges because of a mark. As long as you keep your original heart, even if you are a demon hunter, you are still a devout Catholic."

Seeing that she had calmed down, Aenarion finally breathed a sigh of relief. He hugged her fragile body comfortingly and patted her back gently. The Ulthuan and the four captured Slaanesh boats continued to sail towards Rhodes Island.

A few days later, the group finally returned to Rhodes Island. The huge Ulthuan slowly stopped at the side of the dock. Aenarion's attention was attracted by a large ship next to it: it was also a carrack, but it was sixty meters long! It was several times larger than the 50-meter Ulthuan. There were three gun towers between four decks, and there were as many as cannons on one side of the ship. The entire ship carried more than three digits of cannons. Just looking at it was terrifying. On the tall masts, there were actually flying the red crescent flag of the Ottomans and a dark blue flag with a black giant wolf printed on it.

On the bow, a bronze plaque reads the name of the ship in Turkish: Spirit of Vengeance.

What surprised Aenarion was that this warship, which was obviously an Ottoman warship, was actually parked in the port of the Knights Hospitaller in Rhodes Island?

While he was looking on in confusion, a half-giant, nearly three meters tall, wearing moon-white plate armor and a dark blue wolf skin, holding a huge sword and carrying a sack, walked down the ship alone and met a group of equally fully armed and very nervous Crusaders at the port.

The most eye-catching thing about the armored giant was his head - he had a shaved head, but the hair on the top of his forehead was tied into a black braid that reached up to the sky.

"This is the flagship of the 16th Janissary Corps, the Konya Wolf: the Spirit of Vengeance. Their defense zone is the border between Ottoman Empire and Karaman, and they are responsible for one of the heaviest defense tasks in the empire. They are also the only corps among the 20 Janissary Corps that has a navy, so they can launch an expedition to Karaman from the sea at any time.

Karaman is also called "Konya" in Turkic. The 16th Legion once conquered the entire Karaman, so it was named "Konya Wolf". Unfortunately, more than 40 years ago, a lame man named Timur came from Central Asia and defeated the Ottoman Empire in the Battle of Ankara, helping Karaman successfully restore his country. "

Astariel was also very confused. Why did the people from the 16th Legion come to Rhodes Island instead of going to fight Karaman? This is not your defense zone.

"That half-giant with a sky-high braid, I remember, was the second-in-command of the Sixteenth Legion, Ezekel Abaddon. It is said that he was victorious in every battle against Karaman..."

Astariel's words came to an abrupt end. The white-armored giant named Abaddon the Invincible threw the sack to the Crusaders. When the knights opened it, they found two Crusader knights captured by the Ottomans.

The knights nodded and also took out a sack and threw it to Abaddon. Abaddon opened the sack and saw that inside was Iskandar Khayon, who had been captured by Hepans some time ago, and his sister, Izar Khayon!

Astariel couldn't hold it anymore. Damn it! She had exposed her true identity in front of Kayan! She lied that she had accepted the Sultan's undercover mission, and that's why she attacked

Hit him.

I originally thought that this man would be killed by the Crusaders, and the secret would rot in his body, but I didn't expect that he was exchanged for prisoners of war!

Once this person returns, all my lies will be exposed, and my identity as a Janissary will definitely be gone. My mother and brother might also be implicated because of my defection!!!

Chapter 117: Blade of Change (Update 1!)

When Aenarion saw that Khayon and his sister had regained their freedom after the exchange of prisoners, his face changed and he thought of Astarielle's identity - in theory, she was a Janissary captured by him, but she had helped him attack other legions... If this matter were to get back, Astarielle's identity would be lost, which would be a small matter, but it would be a big deal if her family was affected.

But the problem is, let alone Ezekyle Abaddon, who is known as the best person under the Legion Commander, Khayon used his psychic power to kill himself, Artemisia, and Astariel, as well as a dozen zombies! Fortunately, Hepans helped them escape. Even if he has become stronger now, this incident is still a psychological shadow.

"Aenarion! We must return to Izmir immediately! If my deeds are exposed, all my immediate family members will be implicated!"

Astariel, who knew how terrifying Abaddon was, had no confidence in taking action against them. She grabbed Aenarion's arm pitifully and begged.

"The defection of the Janissaries is no small matter. My brother is at least a powerful level 11 professional, the captain of the Janissaries, and has a very good relationship with Prince Muhammad. At most, he will have his salary deducted and his position demoted. But my mother will definitely be picked out and brutally killed by the Sultan as a warning to other Janissaries!"

"What about your family and your father? Isn't the Angelos family very powerful? The Sultan doesn't even give them this face?"

Aenarion asked incredulously.

"My mother is not Angelos. She is an elf of a different family that my father married. Besides, traitors are no small matter. If my father were still alive, he might be able to mobilize the entire family to save my mother.

But my father died heroically protecting the Ottoman Sultan, Lightning Bayezid, in the Battle of Ankara 48 years ago, where he fought Timur the Lame. Since then, my mother has been a widow in the family. Many uncles with ulterior motives want to eat up my mother's family and seize my father's inheritance. They will never protect my mother!"

Astariel was so anxious that tears came to her eyes.

"Calm down, calm down, don't panic! Khayon has just been released from prison, and his attention must be on defeating him, capturing Hepans, and reporting prison intelligence to the Knights Hospitaller. Even if he remembers you, it will take some time. We still have a chance! How big is your family mansion? How many masters do you have? Can you sneak your mother out of Angelos's mansion?"

Aenarion stroked her fair, soft cheeks with his hands, trying to calm Astariel down.

Astariel adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses with trembling hands, then tightly grasped Aenarion's big hand that was caressing her face. The other's hot body temperature gradually helped her regain her composure.

"Yes, yes, we still have a chance! The Angelos who can fight are basically Janissaries, and there are not many high-level professionals in their family. As long as we rescue my mother before the truth is revealed, everything will be fine."

Astariel comforted herself, and her desperate double communication revealed a glimmer of hope.

Aenarion acted quickly to help Miriel return the ashes of her brothers and sisters to the church, and arranged a long vacation for her, telling the public that she was going home to visit her family.

Afterwards, he immediately sold four Slaanesh galleys to the Crusaders at the price of 8,000 silver coins each. One of them was too badly damaged, so it was sold at a lower price. In the end, he exchanged it for crusading tickets worth 30,000 silver coins. With these crusading tickets, Aenarion quickly arrived at the Knights Hospitaller, and before fighting with Angelos and his family, he replenished his equipment and weapons to enhance his abilities.

The matchlock is a weapon that is quick to learn, easy to operate, and very easy to use. It breaks down the barriers between civilians and low-level professionals. A slightly trained child can use a matchlock to kill a Janissary who has undergone decades of training and has four warrior professions. When at a low level, this matchlock also accompanied him on the battlefield and defeated countless powerful enemies.

However, he was already a fifth-level professional now, and was a noble spellcaster, an extremely rare Angelos dual elite, a powerful Death Knight and Demon Hunter. He had long since escaped the category of a civilian, and even among the elite Janiceri, he was at the captain level.

The arquebus is no longer suitable for this kind of high-level combat. His strongest single-target attack, Death Coil, can deal 7 to 84 points of magic damage, which is almost the same as the damage of the arquebus. It only takes three seconds to cast, which is much faster than the ten-second reload time of the arquebus. It is also very accurate, but the mana consumption is a bit high.

As for the problem of mana consumption, it is also easy to solve. Anyway, I am a double elite. I can take some time to practice the weapon training and melee skills written for the Death Knight and Demon Hunter professions. If I encounter small fry, I can just swing my weapon to fight them. There is no need to waste precious mana.

This time, Aenarion went straight into the armory. After his demon transformation, he had six arms, so he could fight with multiple weapons of his choice.

As a warlock who plays with muskets and magic, Aenarion naturally knows the importance of distance.

Importance, the first weapon was a five-meter-long Spanish spear, which might have been brought from the Iberian Peninsula by a Crusader knight.

Five meters, this is already the length of a super-long spear phalanx, and it is very difficult to fight alone.

But after Aenarion turned into a demon, he was almost two meters and a half tall. Compared to his arm span, this Spanish spear was just a normal spear of more than three meters in the hands of an ordinary person.

In addition, he also needs five long swords to use in the six-arm form after the demon transformation, and then seven giant swords for telekinetic throwing. The [telekinetic throwing] power is very special. If you throw a long sword, it will cause 1 to 8 points of damage of the long sword. If you throw a giant sword, it will cause 2 to 12 points of damage of the giant sword.

"Hey? Isn't this Captain Aenarion who wiped out the Slayer Warband and helped the Christian Brothers recapture Evia? Why did you buy so many weapons?"

The movement of Aenarion selecting a pile of magical weapons attracted the attention of a Crusader warehouse keeper, who immediately recognized the elven captain who had recently become famous in the Christian world.

"My profession and spells are quite special. This five-meter spear is for normal use. The long sword is a secondary weapon, used in terrain where the spear cannot be used. The other swords are used when I transform and gain extra arms. These giant swords are used for throwing."

Aenarion explained the reason for his choice of weapons.

"Is that so? Then would you like to try out these weapons?"

The warehouse manager led Aenarion to a corner of the warehouse, where six giant swords, each two meters long, were placed. Aenarion used an identification spell and found that these six swords were flashing green magical light.

[Blade of Change] (Green) (+2): Hit +1, magic damage 3~13.

(Enchantment - Transformation): This weapon can be transformed into any other weapon of any type.

"These six weapons have an enhancement level and a weapon enchantment. They are +2 magic weapons. The original price is , but the enchantment is really weird. It is said that the weapon was used by a hybrid of a drow elf and a six-armed snake demon. He was killed by a crusader knight and the weapon was brought back to Rhodes Island. However, the enchantment is too weird and basically no one wants it. I heard that Captain Aenarion exchanged crusade tickets this time. I will sell these six transformation blades to you for each."

The Crusader warehouse keeper smiled and patted Aenarion on the shoulder.

“I hope you can use these six sharp blades to kill more enemies of Christ.”

Aenarion said nothing. He picked up the two Soulthirsty Blades with both hands. With a thought, the two weapons were immediately reshaped under his will. The steel sword bodies melted into two pools of boiling iron with a blazing red light, changing their shape but not burning their owners. The wooden handles of the swords quickly extended and turned into two five-meter-long spears, and their magic characters also changed.

[Spear of Change] (Green) (+2): Hit +1, magic damage 4~19.

(Enchantment - Transformation): This weapon can be transformed into any other weapon of any type.

Aenarion transformed the two spears back into giant swords, and then used a [Telekinetic Throw]. In an instant, the six giant swords emitted a faint purple glow, and floated in the air under Aenarion's will, soaring, circling, and diving in the air, like six silver peregrine falcons made of steel.

"Okay, I'll take these six transformation blades!"

Aenarion grabbed six swords that could be transformed at will and put them into the dimensional bag. He handed the three 10,000-yuan holy war tickets, which were not yet warm, to the Crusader's warehouse keeper and completed the transaction.

Chapter 118: Anjie White (Second update!!)

"By the way, the various magical items in the Holy War Warehouse can only be exchanged for Holy War Vouchers, right?"

Aenarion looked at the warehouse full of magical items and felt a little excited.

"Yes, that's right. Otherwise, those annoying Venetians and Genoese would use their money to clear out this place, and then resell the magic items in places where they are scarce."

The Crusader warehouse manager said helplessly.

"The purpose of opening the spoils warehouse is to allow those brothers who are truly willing to fight against the pagans to obtain suitable magic equipment at a relatively low price, enhance their own strength, and better fight against the pagans, rather than to allow those Italian merchants to make money."

"To be honest, I didn't expect to use up my holy war vouchers by buying a few weapons. I still have a paladin, a monk thief, an archivist, a barbarian, and a priest who need weapons. Can I buy them with gold coins?"

Aenarion looked at the warehouse full of magical equipment, hoping that the warehouse manager would be flexible.

"We are going to Ottoman territory to make a big move. I swear, every silver coin I spend here will turn into a silver blade and pierce the heart of the Muslims."

"Well - okay, since you and Alleli worked together to recapture Evia, I will allow you to buy it once with money, and it will not happen again. I know which equipment is suitable for your teammates. Come with me."

The Crusader warehouse keeper thought about it and agreed generously. These religious lunatics were very enthusiastic and considerate before they knew they were pagans. They were completely different people after they knew they had the Mark of Slave.

After a round of selection, all five girls

He obtained a magical item of great value, and the 49,7865 silver coins that Aenarion had saved up during this period were all spent in an instant, leaving only 330 silver coins.

Artemisia, the Slaanesh Paladin, has good strength and agility, but compared to the two leopards whose strength increases by +8 after transformation, her agility is still too low, and her output cannot keep up. In addition, the Slaanesh Paladin has a huge amount of control and amplification magic, and can control a huge number of undead, so she has become a support and control position.

In order to enhance her survivability, Aenarion bought her a set of Gothic full-body plate armor with an armor +10, which was the strongest in Europe. Only her eyes and right hand, which could be transformed into various weapons, were exposed. She also wore a mithril-woven heavy chain mail with an armor +5 inside. Even if the plate armor was pierced at the joints, there was still a layer of chain mail for defense.

And these two pieces of armor were both +1 magic items, which had more powerful protection than ordinary armor, instantly stacking her defense to 19, the same defense level as the very wealthy and generous knights in France and Shinra, and almost catching up with her own defense of 22 points after her demon transformation.

As expected of a young lady from a wealthy family, Astarielle looked down upon the messy magic equipment here. Her parents left her a set of magic equipment that looked even more luxurious than her own. As the core auxiliary and magic turret of the team, she thought for a while and finally took out a bracelet with nine mana pearls, which could restore an extra 13 mana points every day. As long as the mana was not exhausted, her own Volume of Magic could continuously provide terrifying amplification for the entire team, or deal tons of magic damage.