Faced with the end of all his followers being wiped out, Kalla didn't even think about stopping it.
For him, since it is irreversible, making the best use of everything is the best way to deal with it.
I can’t take it out anyway…
Karla grabbed them hard, and the souls of the dead believers and those killed by their counterattack were all caught in Karla's hands.
Although the number of these souls is not large, since their strength is at least knight level, their quality is pretty good and they can barely be used for emergency purposes.
Without any hesitation, he swallowed them whole in one gulp.
Kalra directly used the demons' innate abilities to transform them all into pure power to fill the part of herself that was suppressed by the power of the world.
The suppressed strength in his body was replenished from a source, and some of it was immediately restored.
After looking at the miscellaneous fish surrounding her, Karla felt somewhat confident after some calculations.
He reached forward with his arm, directly grabbed the arrow that was shot at his head, and stabbed it into the body of the soldier beside him. His movements were so smooth that it almost became instinctive.
As a demon who has lived for nearly a thousand years, Karla may not have much other experience, but he has absolutely enough experience in fighting. His fighting skills have already become extraordinary. As long as any attack does not exceed the range of his strength, he can basically attack it instantly.
React the best way you can, just like your own instinct.
To him, if the weapons in front of him were not contaminated with the sacred power that was like poison to him, he would be able to kill them with minor injuries, and there would be no need to be as cautious as he is now.
However, these humans were disgustingly over-prepared. They were all equipped with sacred items given by the church. They either had amulets on their bodies or had holy water and elixir on their weapons, which really made him feel uncomfortable.
Holy water, which is meaningless to ordinary people, is like powerful sulfuric acid to him, which can corrode the skin used for defense on the body surface. The scriptures constantly chanted by the priests are also particularly harsh in his ears.
It made him feel dizzy.
'Although a poisonous insect can be crushed to death with just one foot, a poisonous insect can also cause you to suffer if you don't pay attention.'
This was the image in Karla's mind of the encirclers and suppressors in front of him.
Although I feel very disdainful, I must face it carefully.
After being poured half a bottle of holy water on him once again, he felt the tingling sensation all over his body. He couldn't bear it anymore, and the magic power in his body automatically overflowed and wrapped around his side.
The fur on his body began to stick to his skin, and a layer of invisible armor formed by airflow emerged on his body surface.
Isolate the holy water that is poured towards him.
The fingertips of the palm automatically extend a translucent airflow blade more than one meter long, greatly increasing the attack range.
A claw was swung out, and the blood in the bodies of several armored soldiers in front of them was swaying everywhere. The armors on their bodies immediately shattered like paper, and their bodies were chopped into pieces, just like they were being killed at the same time.
He was struck by a sword, and his death was extremely miserable.
The faces of the nearby besiegers immediately showed a timid look, causing Karla to laugh.
Safi, who was conducting the command, could not help but frown when looking at this scene.
The strength, agility, and physique of both sides are not on the same level. If it weren't for the relatively narrow environment of the basement, with not much room to escape, forcing the other party to withstand many attacks, I'm afraid that people like myself would not be able to do anything against him!
Judging from the current situation, even if you and others can kill each other, the sacrifices required will be absolutely staggering.
The secret books within the church clearly record that for demons, they apply holy water and elixir on their weapons. Although they can continue to cause damage to them, the souls of the victims who continue to die will also be affected by the power of the demon.
Use it as a tonic to continuously heal the opponent.
'The more you kill, the stronger you become. It's such an evil race...'
After thinking about it, he handed the badge in his hand to the leader of the group of singers next to him who was responsible for reciting the sacred scriptures, and asked them to pray with the sacred songs and continue to stimulate the power in them.
Then he solemnly took out a small bottle engraved with strange patterns from his arms.
His expression was more solemn than when he was treating a sacred badge.
【Ashes of the Saint】
After the death of the most devout ascetic monk, the body is treated with special rituals and cremated in the holy place. The ashes are then placed in the church headquarters. Only after decades of prayers by believers can such a small bottle be created.
It is the most vicious poison for evil creatures!
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Use a knife to make a cut in the palm of your hand and pour the blood into the bottle.
Safi closed her eyes and began to chant a secret spell known only to the bishop and the pope.
A faint golden light then overflowed from the mouth of the bottle, flowed on the ground, and spread around bit by bit.
Karla, who was fighting wantonly, didn't notice this scene, but his sixth sense, which he had honed after experiencing countless life and death crises, still played a key role, making him feel a sense of threat and directly turn his gaze.
Look at what's in Safi's hand.
Karla's eyes boiled with murderous intent; "You bastard!"
A round, translucent sphere was instantly formed in his hand with the strong wind, and he threw it towards Safi, who was chanting a mantra with her eyes closed.
Seeing this, several priests immediately flew forward to block the blow for Safi!
However, their strong bodies were as thin as paper in the face of this blow. They could not even delay for a moment. They were instantly penetrated by the powerful force, and spiral blood flowers bloomed in mid-air.
"Bang!"
Kalra's angry blow collided with a layer of pale golden barrier just before hitting Safi.
The strong air flow accumulated in it exploded immediately, with a momentum like a bomb formed by air!
As a wave of translucent ripples swept across, all objects around him, even soldiers wearing heavy armor, were immediately knocked away by the irresistible force.
Regardless of bones or flesh, they were all torn apart in the face of this force that ignored conventional protection. Blood slowly flowed out from the gaps in the armor and clothes...
When the dust cleared, only Safi himself was covered in golden light, and the team of singers protected by badges.
The dozens of people who were standing around were all killed on the spot.
Ignoring her ears that were slowly bleeding, Safi knelt on the ground and finished reciting the last spell with a solemn expression.
The small bottle in his hand also turned into golden powder at that moment, flowing from his fingers, and with a faint sound of prayer that seemed to be an illusion, it automatically rushed towards Karla.
Facing those golden powders, Karla's face changed drastically, and he smelled the crisis of death.
He knew in his heart that it was impossible to dodge this kind of attack, and if he resisted forcefully, he would lose at least half of his life, so he turned all the magic power in his body into a spear wrapped in a whirlwind and struck out with all his strength!
There was no sound or any impact. The moment the two came into contact, the power of [Saint's Ashes] penetrated into the spear transformed by Kalla's own magic power, just like a hot knife cutting through it.
As crisp as butter.
Although Karla's power is essentially much higher than the extraordinary power of this world, he has been weakened multiple times. When faced with the holy object that the church spent a huge price and decades to create,
It is inevitable that we are still at a disadvantage.
Holiness and evil are two completely opposite concepts.
They restrain each other and cancel each other out. When one party has the advantage, it will cause crushing damage to the other party.
Just like fire can be extinguished by water, and water can be completely evaporated, although the two are relative, they have no absolute advantages or disadvantages.
After discovering the fact that her strength was weaker than the opponent's, Kalra's face was extremely ugly, and she immediately wanted to throw away the spear in her hand, but it was too late!
The power of [Saint's Ashes] was directly transmitted to Karla's body through the spear made of magic power.
In just an instant, the arm that he first came into contact with [Ashes of the Saint] was like a wax statue that was about to melt. The fur fell away, and the flesh and blood turned into pulp and fell to the ground. Even the bones made an overwhelmed sound.
, like a machine that has been in disrepair.
Karla looked at the injuries that were still spreading. Without any hesitation, she endured the severe pain and used her other arm to cut out the infected arm and the nearby connected shoulder flesh.
What made him fortunate was that he acted decisively.
Before the severed arm fell to the ground, Karla saw that it had turned into a stream of hot blood.
After inhaling a little bit of the hot air coming from above, Karla felt dizzy.
So I quickly moved a few steps to the side.
But how could the besiegers let him go? The holy water and medicine in their hands were specially sprinkled on his wounds, and they looked like they were going to beat him up. He could only dodge and felt extremely aggrieved...
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He turned his head and looked at the sheep-headed demon who was already at an absolute disadvantage.
Jim Watts held the knight sword in his hand, looked at the scarred Richard Watts in front of him, shook his head gently, and persuaded: "Uncle, I will give you one last chance, don't do useless work again.
It’s a matter of yours, surrender!”
In fact, if it hadn't been for his special instructions, the Richard in front of him would have died under the siege of the soldiers and would not be alive now.
"Jim, as a father, I just want to save my daughter..."
Looking at the unrepentant opponent, Jim sighed slightly: "It can't be saved. We all know that even if the devil saves her, it will definitely be in a form that no one wants to see. In addition to making Senna more painful,
It's meaningless, because the devil itself is a creature that has no good intentions towards human beings."
After giving a wry smile, the other party still said stubbornly: "Maybe...but I still want to give it a try."
Waving his hand to signal the people next to him to move away, Jem took a step forward and assumed a posture unique to the secret swordsmanship of the royal family: "For the security of the country, I cannot give you a chance, I'm sorry, uncle.
But at least, I will let you die in my hands as a member of the royal family..."
"Then I'll trouble you."
After Richard was stunned for a moment, his face showed the same smile as before, and he also assumed the same posture.
The same swordsmanship and close strength, but Richard knew very well that he had no chance of winning from the beginning because his injury did not allow him to win.
However, facing Jem who was intact, Richard didn't think there was anything wrong with the other person's behavior. Instead, he was very happy with his style.
Be cautious and don't leave the other party a chance.
He is a suitable candidate for king, at least better than his often indecisive self.
After more than a dozen moves, looking at the sharp sword thrust into his body, Richard Watts smiled and said in a voice that only he and Jem could hear: "Jem, you are indeed very good. For your father,
Although your other uncles and I knew something about your death, we never blamed you. Instead, we felt that you did the right thing. After all, Arles's mental state at the time was completely unreasonable and no longer suitable for the job.
A king.
His continued rule has no meaning other than plunging the country into crisis.
There is no need to worry about their opinions, because although they didn't say anything, through your various actions and seeing with their own eyes that you restored the decline of the principality, they are very satisfied with you and think you will be a good king!
As for your mother, you don’t need to worry too much. No matter how much she hates you, she is still your mother. She may hate you for ten years or twenty years, but she will still forgive you in the end, so let it go.
The burden is on you, come on..."
"...Goodbye, uncle."
Gently helping Richard Watts close his eyes, Jim Watts couldn't tell what he was feeling.
Maybe it was heaviness, or maybe it was some other mood, but he didn't feel happy anyway...
Not far away in Karla, with the death of Richard Watts, the struggle is about to come to an end.
Not long after, a large amount of holy water invaded the body through the wound, and the body gradually fell into weakness.
In the end, a sharp sword penetrated the brain through the eye socket!
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While Safi and others were still celebrating loudly in the basement.
At a street corner not far from the Colosseum, a thin little beggar opened his eyes from his deep sleep.
Looking in their direction from a distance, he spat disdainfully and whispered: "A group of damn low-level creatures can't even destroy their souls. How can they deserve to kill me?"
Karla knew very well when she was in the basement that she was being watched by other beings!
That traceless gaze made him feel fatally threatened.
And Safi and others gave him another obstacle!
So he had no choice but to act out a show and run away secretly at the cost of giving up most of his strength.
After stretching his weak body for a while, he got up and walked to the countryside, preparing to find a secluded place to regain his strength.
But before he could take a few steps, he was stunned.
He felt like he smelled a familiar smell!
That sense of smell did not come from this body, but was smelled by his demonic soul.
Looking in the direction of the smell, he saw a figure in the sky above his head, with his back to the moon and leaning on the clouds, looking at him calmly. There was no fear, no disgust, no joy in his eyes.
Just treat it with the same indifference as a bug.
With the help of the devil's vision, through the other party's false and ridiculous human appearance, and seeing clearly the true nature without any hidden intentions, Karla understood the other party's identity, and also understood who had changed her magic circle, and she understood even more