Witch Troupe and the Undead

Force Field Darts are the most commonly used "neutralizing and desensitizing agents" by Rune Wizards. The force field attribute will not produce an explosive effect with any other attribute. Therefore, depending on the quality of the rune stone and the amount of magic power injected, Force Field Darts can create 1 to 24 semi-transparent darts that float around the user.

It deals minor piercing damage to the target, with an effect roughly equivalent to Leslie's thrown dart. It's useless if it doesn't hit a vital spot. Apart from Rune Source Warlocks, no other class would consider this spell useful.

Aside from its advantages such as being undemanding in any environment, quick activation, and being usable even by apprentice arcane mages (for purposes like cutting ropes or triggering mechanisms), it's basically unused. But in the hands of rune arcane mages, it becomes entirely different.

Besides being activated by placing them in the rune disk, rune stones can also be activated by self-destruction. Their power is directly proportional to the type of magic power injected, while their detonation time is inversely proportional to the amount of magic power injected. In addition, there are many other subtle operational aspects.

In Roach's view, if this thing that looks like a duel disk is used as a card game, the runestones inserted inside are equivalent to spell cards, which are triggered when needed; the processed runestone devices are equivalent to trap cards, which are triggered when conditions are met; and the various spell paradigms and carriers of the Mystic Sorcerer's basic class are equivalent to creature cards, which can be fused together or chained to trigger.

Because Rune Source Warlocks can quickly fuse and create multiple conflicting Source Paradigm structures and throw them out, this characteristic made Roach involuntarily glance at Leslie. If it were a card game analogy, this branch of the profession would probably really be called "Playing with Tears".

Because the magic of a Rune Source Warlock comes from the mechanical output of the Rune Plate, they can use some very annoying tactics. For example, Prism Blast can inject various conflicting elements into a spell paradigm, making it extremely unstable and explosive. But it doesn't say that it can only inject its own spell paradigm.

When the arcane mage begins to gather and concentrate the surrounding magic, injecting a large amount of conflicting magic directly into him will create a spectacular scene. The degree of spectacle depends on the arcane mage's skill level and the duration of the incantation.

Because the magic power comes from the rune disk, it is essentially unowned natural magic power. It will not make the arcane mage aware that other arcane classes are injecting magic power, nor will it trigger the arcane mage's "inspiration". It's like when you are watering your plants and weed killer is suddenly flushed down the ditch. By the time you realize it, your spell is about to explode.

However, when other arcane sorcerers and spellcasters do this, it's like pouring salt water into someone else's field with a hose right in front of them—and it's even stained with water. It's immediately obvious who's behind it all.

"Why are you looking at me? Is your rune disk finished?" Leslie didn't understand why Roach kept glancing at her.

"I'm considering whether to make the entire spell paradigm structure look like a card, then print your image on it, and name the card 'Tears of Elegy'."

"Huh? Then why did you draw someone from the Pearl Tear Clan? Why did you draw me?! I'm not one of them!" She's a mermaid from the Water Jade Clan, okay? She's not from the same clan as the Pearl Tear Clan.

"Alright, enough of the nonsense. I'm going to go collect some stones and minerals because we've run out of mineral materials and stone." The stone is needed to reinforce and repair the nursery outside, build a stove specifically for processing surplus meat and fish, and construct livestock fences, among other things.

In addition, the little witch needs a lot of stone, especially stone containing magic. I wonder how far she has progressed in her research recently.

"So?" Leslie pointed to herself. "So, you and Alessina both need to come and help, and Old Horse should bring the Minotaur along too. The demand is quite large." Roach had already scouted the area; the target was near Eagle Feather Cliff, where the rocks had a damp, bluish-green hue, indicating the possible presence of magical minerals.

Rune Source Warlocks are also Source Warlocks. Materials science and alchemical materials science are their foundation. Therefore, the ability to distinguish between magical plants, magical minerals, and mineral vein geology is also one of their compulsory courses.

Runemasters take this a step further by refining essence crystals and crafting material boxes, and their rapid rune paradigm creation, which transforms alchemical materials into spell paradigms in a short time, also requires a deep understanding of these materials.

"Are you sure?" "I'm sure. There might be ocean crystals and deep blue sapphires in there." The geological knowledge of this world is completely different from what Roach has learned. For example, the various gemstones and minerals not only have different physical properties, but even their geological origins and distribution zones are different.

Eagle Feather Cliff, a damp cliff covered in moss, with vines climbing up the edge of the living forest. Roach checked the marks he had left behind, reached out and pressed the output button on the rune disk. The entire device vibrated slightly, and the rune stone inserted into the charging slot gradually became scalding hot.

Roach inserted the runestones into the cracks he had pried open in the rock with his axe. With a light tap of his finger, a large amount of different types of arcane magic was injected into the cracks in a precise order and absorbed by the runes. At the same time, in Roach's eyes, the color blocks representing the explosion range and power changed continuously with his actions.

Furthermore, a blood-red number appeared on it, representing the timed detonation time. He did not perform any further encryption or disguise, mainly because there was no need for it, and secondly because he did not have the necessary materials.

"All right"

"Is this good?"

"Yes!" Roach turned and ran. Seeing him run away, Leslie's hair stood on end. Without saying a word, she started running. Even Old Ma felt his scalp tingle. The last time this guy ran away like this, he was directly blown into a dead zone by the danger zone.

Only Alessina and Minotaur were a bit slow, but these two were also shrewd enough to know from the way these "predecessors" were running that they couldn't stay here for long!

"Boom!" A dark cloud, constantly bursting with lightning, frost, fire and various illusions, rose up like a colorful mushroom. Large rocks swept across the forest like a shotgun. The tall and solid living giant trees made crackling sounds, and the expressions of the people on the trees became more serious and resolute.

"What's going on?!" Alecina suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He leaped to the ground and saw a huge rock, so large that it would take several people to encircle it, fly over his head and smash a giant tree in two.

"I've calculated it; this can blast most of the rock outwards..."

"Have you calculated the splash paths of these rocks?"

"..." Obviously not. The Directional Detonation talent only shows the range and power of the explosion itself, not the path of the things you blow up. Of course, you can roughly estimate the path of the things you blow up based on this range and direction.

A huge crater appeared on Eagle Feather Cliff, filled with crystal clusters. Rather than saying that Luo Qi blasted the hole, it was more accurate to say that he blasted away the outer layer of rock, revealing the mine shaft inside.

“It looks like an ancient mine…” Leslie examined the entrance for a while with a torch in hand. “You’re right, there are indeed quite a few Tide Crystals here. What does Miss plan to use them for?”

“Make a fish tank, I mean a magical large fish tank, so we won’t have to go to the bay to fish and spearfish every day. Fresh fish is definitely tastier.” Even Alessina couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Going fishing and spearfishing every day doesn’t guarantee a catch, and if you fry too many fish at once, you can’t finish them all. You can only make salted fish and smoked fish, which are definitely not as delicious as fresh fish.

"Also, we're running low on irrigation and drinking water. We also need to supply the young lady with her potion-making practice. If we rely entirely on her to conjure water, we'll soon be out of water," Old Ma explained what the young lady was doing. "Therefore, we need a lot of ocean crystals to create a magical device that can draw in water vapor and purify rainwater."

Belonging to the Puppet Master faction within the Mystic Sorcerers, this device automatically releases an effect similar to Livia's weak Prayer spell, drawing moisture from the ocean and rainwater and automatically condensing it into clean fresh water. As long as the power source, the Water Elemental Essence, and the carrier, the Tide Crystal, are intact, this device can continue to operate without human control.

"Come on, let's go down into the mine." Roach handed out a pickaxe to each person. Its crooked shape clearly showed that it was made by Livia. A yellowish-brown runestone was installed on the pickaxe head, which made Alessina look like she wanted to say something but didn't.

"Don't worry, this isn't an explosive runestone, it's just a regular runestone." Roach activated the runestone on the pickaxe for them, covering it with a hazy field. Although the things of the arcane sorcerer are basically unusable by others, they are like the puppeteer's devices. As long as they are in operation, they don't need anyone else to manage them, and can be handed over to others directly.

The difference between a magic tool alchemist and a magic tool alchemist is that with a flame sword, you can freely control when to activate and when to deactivate it, and it can be kept indefinitely as long as the number of uses is not exhausted. However, with a flame sword made by a puppet source sorcerer, once he activates it and gives it to you, no one but him can deactivate it until the internal essence energy is completely exhausted.

However, considering that the latter can be repeatedly charged with Secret Essence, it's not impossible to give it to teammates when necessary. Leslie tried it out, and this energy field allowed even a crudely made pickaxe to easily chisel into solid rock and dig out the crystals. However, this energy field couldn't be turned off, so one had to be very careful not to chisel off their own thighs or anything else.

"It's alright. Even if you accidentally break something, Miss has plenty of limb regeneration potions. Even if she doesn't, she can still piece it back together for you. Trust me, she's incredibly skilled in this area," Black Horse said with a smile, glancing at Roach. It was obvious from whom the young lady had learned her human body jigsaw puzzle skills.

“What kind of lewd words are these…” Leslie muttered, while Alessina, who had long been mentally prepared to enter the den of demons, remained expressionless. “Digging for these?” she asked in broken Luster language.

“Yes, dig these.” Roach also went down into the mine, but he didn’t have a pickaxe. He used the explosive mining method, quickly injecting rune disk magic to transform the alchemical materials into simple spell paradigms, and then blasting these crystal clusters down in clumps. Given that the explosive power and range could be estimated, it has to be said that Roach’s mining speed was very fast.

He strolled through the mine with a torch, occasionally tapping the crystal cluster base lightly, inserting small pieces of alchemical material to create spell patterns. After he passed, a series of tiny explosions blasted the crystal clusters off piece by piece.

These crystal clusters are not all ocean crystals. In fact, less than one percent of them are ocean crystals. However, they are still ocean crystals, ordinary quartz crystals that have not yet absorbed enough ocean magic to transform into magical minerals.

Normally, these quartz crystals won't be mined; they will slowly transform into magic crystals over time. But if they are mined now, severing the natural magical energy channels of the base, they are beyond saving and can only be used as quartz crystals.

However, since the Little Witch needed both types of materials, Roach and his companions didn't care about anything else and dug up stones, crystals, and magical minerals. Anyway, it was that unlucky bull that was hauling the ore back and forth, and even Old Horse somehow found an anchor-like tool to help expand the mine.

"Roach, we've found a secret room with a treasure chest inside." And it truly was a treasure chest; it was lavishly decorated, and seven or eight decaying skeletons lay around it. "They look like pirates. Does that mean this mine leads to the bay?"

"Is this an internal strife among pirates?"

"No...it's a curse." Old Ma squeezed into the area, which was too small for him, as much as possible. "Cursed coins, the idiots on the fifth floor love the most."

"They cursed these gold coins, stirring up the desires of their holders. The more gold coins they collected, the more they craved, eventually leading to mutual slaughter. Their souls would then be bound to these gold coins, becoming the common currency of the fifth level and the collections of those demons."

"You didn't collect them?" Luo Qi looked at Lao Ma curiously. Wasn't he invincible above the fifth level?

"Of course I collected a lot," Old Ma's expression became extremely ferocious and twisted, "but that old woman robbed me of everything." Without asking, it was clear who was responsible.

What did she buy with it?

"Kid, do you think the young lady's tools and books just fell from the sky?" Old Ma looked at Luo Qi with an expression as if he were an idiot.

“But now…” Black Horse opened the treasure chest, which was glittering with gold. Each gold coin emitted a mesmerizing luster, casting an eerie golden hue on the eyes of Roach, Leslie, and Alessina. But soon, this golden hue disappeared, and Old Horse swallowed all the gold coins in one gulp, only to spit them out a while later.

The gold coins were still gold coins, but the eerie golden glow that had inspired endless craving and desire was gone. "Just wash them clean," Leslie said, emptying the coins into the cloth bag they used to store ore. "What about this box?"

"Wouldn't it be a bit too conspicuous to take it back to store things?"

This box looks very valuable. The pirates probably found it in some ruins and hid it deep in this abandoned ancient mine as a treasure chest. They then put the cursed gold coins they collected and other jewels inside as their retirement money.

The result was that they became the skeletons all around, exhausted from fighting each other.

"However, if all the pirates died here, then who sealed off the mine?" The original entrance had been sealed off by huge rocks. Roach and his men blasted the cave open in the middle, skipping over a bunch of traps and alarms set up by the pirates, and explored towards the bay. Alessina also discovered the living area, which the pirates probably used as a sheltered stronghold in the past.

"I don't know, it's none of our business anyway..." Leslie was indifferent. They were already living in the Danger Zone, so what did it matter to them if the ruins were suspicious? Even if the sky fell, there was still the little witch to hold it up. They just needed to lie flat and they wouldn't get hit.

Meanwhile, in the witch's hut, Livia looked at the magic circle on the ground with satisfaction, wiping the chalk dust off her face. Now she just had to wait for Roach and the others to return with enough stones and gems so she could activate the magic circle and make the final modifications to the hut and the entire forest clearing.

Dragon Castle. A silver-white dragon, wearing small round glasses, leaned against the steps of the throne room, holding a book that was a bit too small for a dragon between its claws. It wasn't until the bells on the gate of the fortress entrance rang that it raised its head and revealed a delighted expression.

"Oh, oh, oh, the bell has rung, the successor has finally arrived!" Bai Long threw aside his book, took off his glasses, and soared into the sky, leaving behind only one sentence: "The Guardian's key is on the table, the log is in the library, and the prey I hunted earlier is yours in the kitchen. Oh, and remember to check the barrier before you leave!"

"Whoosh!!!!" Watching the white dragon disappear into the clouds with a cheer, Vilandera expressionlessly lowered her hand from the door. She wasn't there to take over the job; she was there to stay and digest the bloodline potion. There was no better place for a dragonborn to digest the bloodline potion than the dragon's nest.

“Sylvia…” Vilandella looked at the dragon language communication talisman in her hand. This kind of talisman, which only dragons could make, had a blurry cluster of runes dancing on it. “Your brother just thought someone was coming to take over his job. He ran away and threw the keys on the table. He didn’t even look to see who it was.”

"..." The seal did not respond, but the runes became much clearer, as if the thing that was originally blocking the way had disappeared. Vilandella nodded, it seemed she was going to beat up her younger brother.

Before long, a white dragon with a bruised and swollen face was grabbed by the tail and thrown down from the sky by another white dragon that was almost twice its size, crashing into the courtyard.

"Welcome to stay here. So, you've managed to get your hands on a potion?"

"Got it!"

"That's wonderful." Dragons don't discriminate against dragonborn, but only against dragonborn like Vilandella. Because dragons have very poor fertility, a dragonborn who gets a bloodline potion and has the potential to revert to a true dragon is no different from a walking dragon egg in their eyes. Of course, those whose bloodline potential is not enough to revert to a true dragon are probably viewed much like monkeys by humans.

Chapter Seventy-Six Out of Control

The viscous, blood-like potion slid down her throat, wriggling and rolling down her stomach like a living thing, before extending countless tiny tendrils and veins into her limbs and body. Only then did the terrifying taste reach her brain. Vilandella wasn't even sure if this horrible taste was intentional, designed to trigger her brain's self-protection mechanism to help her endure the intense physical changes of becoming a dragon.

"Ahhhhhh~~~ Awooo~~~~" The sharp female voice gradually changed into a dragon's roar like a steam whistle. "Hiss~" The white dragon Dilasik took out two rags and stuffed them into his ears. Even among dragons, this voice would be worthy of being called a soprano artist.

Dense scales emerged from the fair skin, completely tearing the delicate skin apart. The dragon scales were no longer illusory objects bestowed by the transformation magic, but real scales that developed from the "scale buds" between the muscles. Each scale was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the muscle fibers and then piecing them together into a more complex structure.

Her bones creaked as the thick, mixed dragon blood potion liquid surrounding her body was continuously absorbed into her body, turning Vilandella into a twisted ball of flesh. The surface of the ball was covered with grayish-white scales, gradually resembling a giant, wriggling egg.

When the scales on her surface completely merged together, Sylvia, who was watching from the sidelines, understood that her ancestral dragon transformation had successfully passed the first dangerous hurdle, and the second hurdle would be much easier.

In the second stage, she will complete the entire process of dragon oviparous development in this "pseudo-egg," completely shedding her human bloodline and transforming into a true dragon bloodline. The final stage is also the most dangerous: hatching from the egg.

Nearly 90% of dragon descendants die at the final stage when they revert to their ancestral form. After all, they are not true dragons and do not have the true name and heritage of a dragon. The final stage is to forcibly engrave their name and memories into their newborn body and soul.

If successful, it will be a brand new dragon; if it fails, it will give birth to a mindless dragon beast. The dragon will then eliminate this deformed monster to prevent the contamination of the dragon bloodline.

Whether it was because she had drunk too many Little Witch potions or eaten too much Soul Cake, Vilandella encountered almost no difficulties in the process of engraving her true name and memories. Of course, it was also possible that her soul had been strengthened by the Little Witch with Jade Silk, with bundles of jade-colored soul threads binding her soul to her body, giving her more room for error.

"Whoosh~" A strange wind swept through the dilapidated hall of Dragon Castle. The last bit of magic potion in the pool was completely absorbed. Grayish-white scales fell off and turned into decaying ashes. The coiled dragon tore open the thin membrane covering itself, shook its body, and tiny bones slid off its spine.

Its grayish-white scales have the color of burnt wood ash, and flame-shaped thorns extend from its back to its tail, turning into three sharp bone spurs. It has a long neck, broad and soft wings, and flat bat bones, making it look more like a soft, silky form.

Sylvia leaned closer and sniffed the air. She didn't smell the faint sulfur and burnt smell common to fire dragons. Instead, she smelled a strange odor that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. It was a smell that she could sense but couldn't quite place.

"A gray dragon?" Sylvia tilted her head, raised her hind paw to scratch her belly. Wasn't this dragon bloodline extinct? Oh, it's a dragon offspring atavism, so it's alright... alright my ass! This guy's bloodline purity is 3/4, which means that only one of his parents or grandparents wasn't a dragon!

"Is there a problem?" The newly reborn Vilandella naturally spoke in the dragon language.

"It's nothing. Under normal circumstances, gray dragons, or rather, ember dragons, are extinct creatures," Sylvia explained why this type of dragon would become extinct. The main reason was: courting death.

Most dragons have a strong territorial desire and will not easily leave their territory and treasures, but the gray dragon is an exception.

It is said that they were born from the ashes left after the dragon god created the dragon race with dragon fire. Therefore, in dragon culture, gray dragons are also called "ash dragons" or "end dragons" because they symbolize burnt-out ashes. Thus, gray dragons possess the rarest dragon traits.

“For example, gray dragons are very weak in territoriality, sleepiness, and collecting tendencies. And because of their origins, they always crave to reignite like flames. Therefore… gray dragons are the most thrill-seeking dragons.” Sylvia shook her wings, her tail obediently draped over the edge of her body. “So, they die quickly, are born in small numbers, and naturally become extinct.”

"Ah, I thought it was because it was too powerful..." After all, the name "Ember Dragon" sounds incredibly imposing.

"In a sense, it is indeed too powerful. As a dragon, it can resist the temptations of treasure and sleep. It's too strong!" Dirac sincerely said. From the perspective of dragon culture, the gray dragon is indeed too strong. How can it not be strong if it can be so ruthless to itself? The wolf among the dragons is gone.

The gray dragon is characterized by its grayish-white scales, resembling wood ash. Its body does not have the burnt smell common among dragons, but only a faint, neither fragrant nor foul, odor of calcined ash. Its wings are not as sturdy as most dragons, exhibiting a soft, silky texture. It does not fly fast, but its endurance is astonishing.

The gray dragon's breath is dim and lackluster, and it is one of the few dragons that can freely switch between frost breath and flame breath. This free switching does not mean that the gray dragon can breathe cold air and fire. This ability is available to any dragon that breathes fire (ice magic is also a type of fire magic).

Rather, it refers to the fact that the Grey Dragon's frost breath can transform into scattered embers mid-air, which then reignite into a fierce blaze, and vice versa. Therefore, the Grey Dragon's breath is jokingly referred to by dragons as... a "minion-sweeping machine."

It has a very large coverage area, but its power is only about half that of a normal dragon's breath. However, it can cover a large area of ​​the battlefield in a dim and persistent way, enveloping a large number of enemies before suddenly turning into scorching dragon flames.

"I know you are a dragon descendant who has reverted to your ancestral form, and may be even less influenced by your nature than a normal gray dragon. Please note that you'd better not fight any adult dragons. Although I know that your gray dragon clan is known for its indifference to life and death, coming from gray and returning to gray, at the same age, you really... can't beat any dragon." Being able to fight and court death is called the potential of a dragon king; being unable to fight and courting death is called the potential for extinction.

“I never thought about fighting with other dragons~” Vilandella complained. Her dragon scales shrank and she returned to human form. But this time, her fur under her human form was also grayish-white. Not only her hair, but also her eyelashes and eyebrows were white. She had a pair of dim red beast eyes, and her long hair fell down to her calves, like a grayish-white cloak.

Grayish-white scales are evenly distributed on the throat, forearms and waist, and cannot be completely hidden. This is one of the problems of dragons transforming into humans. Well, to be precise, it is one of the problems of beginners. Dragons that specialize in transformation can eventually hide all these abnormalities. However, normal dragons do not specialize in transformation.

"By the way, would you be interested in becoming a guardian of Dragon Keep?"

"Not interested" Vilandella certainly knew what Dragon Castle was all about. It was a fortress built to protect the Great Sin Demons from the Lost Capital. Although Great Sin Demons were also called demons, they were different from real creatures from the real hell. They originated from human concepts such as original sin and desire, so it would be absolutely right to say that they were inherently evil.

Moreover, the Great Sin Demons are more adept at bewitching and corrupting humanity. For them, corrupted humans are the source of their power. Therefore, every appearance of a Great Sin Demon signifies a war.

Their actual combat strength is actually average, but these guys are cunning and can often switch between ethereal concepts and physical entities. As a result, by the time you find out, you are dealing with a great sin demon and several knight orders of human or demonic servants.

The so-called guardians of Dragon Keep, in this situation, are called "jailers" in a different way. Vilandella has no interest in being a jailer, and she has only just transformed into a dragon. Among dragons, she is almost like a newborn hatchling, so this job is even more beyond her capabilities.

With a deafening roar, the ground of Dragon Castle shook violently. The seal on the distant royal city suddenly shrank inward, completely exposing the cemetery and slums outside the city. At this moment, red flames representing rage and black smoke representing greed gradually grew in the cemetery and slums, with the red flames constantly crashing against the outermost barrier.

Immediately, Dirac's face turned ugly. The barrier he had set up shattered in less than five minutes, followed by a large number of sinful monsters swarming out. The camp built by the Imperial Investigation Team, which was right next to the capital, was the first to be hit.

"Boom!" A huge meteor crashed into the lake frozen by the magical barrier. The solid ice shattered instantly. As the magic gradually dissipated, the solid ice layer also shattered and melted. Countless monsters wreathed in flames charged toward the imperial camp built on the hills.

These monsters have the appearance of rats, a common characteristic of greedy demons. They carry all sorts of seemingly simple weapons, but as they advance, some ornately decorated armor and weapons also appear among them.

The Greed Demon can absorb substances imbued with human greed to strengthen its armor. Its physical form is not powerful, which is a characteristic of the Greed Demon. Its abilities and combat power come entirely from external objects. Therefore, it craves more gold, gems, jewels, and everything that represents wealth and greed.

"Everyone, pick up your weapons! Pick up your weapons now!" The Empire's investigation team was not composed of weaklings. It included alchemists, mages, and even the servants who did odd jobs. Those who were able to come with the main force through the Black Forest to the entrance of this forbidden region were all strong men who had received combat training.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Arrows were hurled into the Greedy Demons, each one piercing their thin armor and fragile flesh. But the problem was, the number of these demons was simply endless, with the Greedy Demons being the most numerous.

Because the original sin of greed is omnipresent, it can be said that as long as intelligent beings do not perish, this sin will be almost endless, unless their ritual foundation is destroyed.

The defeated demons vanished in a short time, turning into a wisp of black smoke without leaving a trace, as if it were just an illusion. Only after the demons who had plundered the grave goods were killed did they leave behind those glittering grave goods.

Each item seemed to radiate an alluring luster. Some weak-willed servants secretly stuffed these burial goods into their pockets, unaware that from the moment they picked them up, the brilliance of those treasures became dazzlingly bright.

"Vivi, come with me quickly!" Sylvia was overwhelmed by the scene. "You take care of those greedy demons, and you too, we'll deal with those raging demons."

The number of Wrathful Demons is very small, because although anger is a common thing, very few people can go so far as to lose their reason and become in a fit of rage. Moreover, the characteristic of rage is that it comes and goes quickly. Therefore, its form is a combination of dragon and beast, with its body covered in crimson fleshy tumors, deformed and ugly.

However, compared to the Greedy Sin Demon, whose main body has little combat power, the Wrathful Sin Demon is extremely powerful. After all, the magic power provided by various original sin concepts is the same. Whether it is distributed among a thousand individuals or concentrated among dozens of individuals, it is still the same.

"Awooo!" The crimson "breath of fury" burned down the wooden wall. The fury burned very quickly, but it did not form a long-lasting wall of fire. The fury demons, covered in sturdy scales and wielding two serrated blades, suddenly leaped over the rapidly extinguishing wall and into the camp. With a single slash, they cleaved a brave infantryman who was carrying a sword and shield in two.