Thor half-knelt on the ground, stretched out a palm a little nervously, and slowly covered the demon spirit.

As the distance drew closer, there was no burning sensation, no blazing temperature, or any unusual sensation.

Finally, Thor closed his fingers and made a grasping motion, but unfortunately his hands felt empty, like grabbing a handful of air.

Then he saw the flaming demon spirit pop up on the back of his clenched hand as if it had pierced his palm. Strangely enough, there was no penetration, no blood, and no pain.

Letting go of his hand, Thor felt amazing.

It's as if this demon soul has no physical body, and you can't even prove that it exists in this world except that your vision can catch it.

How do you absorb it?

Finally, when he stretched out his palm again and hovered above the demon soul, this steady flame finally showed signs of change.

It seemed to be licking Thor's palm with the tongue of fire at the top, and it seemed to be pulled by some kind of inexplicable pull, swaying more and more.

It was supposed to be a fierce scene, but it was eerily silent.

Until this demon soul gradually shrank in the process of shaking and tearing, the light gradually dimmed, and finally quietly disappeared. The ground was dark again, as if nothing had ever appeared.

Thor stood up, clenched his fists and tried to flick his arms a few times.

There was no feeling of strength filling the body, and the fatigue after the war did not seem to have diminished in the slightest.

He wasn't disappointed, he was lucky enough to come into contact with the Demon Soul for the first time, which was already a good start. As for the future, it may be time to shift our focus to the word 'accumulation'.

All in all, tonight's harvest was not less.

Wasted Lorton's hole cards and faced an unexpected enemy. I have endured hardships and also got a valuable practical reference. In the end, he was lucky enough to absorb the demon soul and opened a new door.

The noise and shouting over the town had somehow fallen silent, and the battle seemed to be over for the night.

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Back at the bottom of the well, Lotton, who had fainted from his injuries, had not yet woken up.

Valle stood by dejectedly, dry tears faintly visible on his dusty face.

Thor was secretly a little strange, as if Valer's affection for Lorton had surpassed the loyalty of an ordinary henchman. But if others don't want to mention it, he won't ask.

He stepped forward and lifted Lotton's wound and looked at it, which was covered with a layer of ground and crushed wind grass, which should have been the handiwork of Shogues.

Wind grass is the main ingredient of the healing agent, and it also has a good hemostatic effect on trauma after being ground alone.

Often mixed with Saul, who deals with herbs, Saugues has learned more or less as well.

It's just that the bandaging technique is really clumsy, a dirty rag just covers the wound so casually, and a knotted and elongated strip of cloth wraps around Lotton's waist twice, fixing the rag in place of the wound.

Thor held out a finger and peeled open a portion of the blade of grass on the surface of the wound and looked closely.

At this moment, by the bright candlelight, the wound looked terrifying.

In addition to the normal bright red flesh inside, the flesh on the outer edge of the wound has shown signs of hardening and drying, and the dark purple necrotic flesh has a faint tendency to turn black.

The weirdest thing is that the wound looks like it's still alive.

In the short time that he was exposed to the air, faint white smoke rose from the wound, but he could not smell the slightest burning smell. From time to time, tiny bubbles appeared around the wound, which seemed to be slowly eroding and penetrating into the fresh flesh.

"This ...... It wasn't like that just now!" Faced with this strange scene, Valle fluttered his hands in panic, but he didn't know how to express his surprise at the moment.

Thor didn't answer, his heart a little heavy.

It was almost certain that Lorton was indeed poisoned, and the ordinary antidote was obviously ineffective, and it was not known whether the poison had only gathered near the wound or had already penetrated deeper into the flesh.

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Thor set up a fire, and found a few pieces of cloth of the right size, and let Valer cook them in a clay pot, while he himself held a dagger and burned it back and forth on the candle flame.

Thor didn't have much experience with trauma, but he had seen a similar treatment in a biography of the Plague Doctor, who said that keeping the wound clean would be effective in preventing wound infection and necrosis.

Carefully slicing the mutated flesh around the wound with a burning dagger, the unconscious Loton frowned, as if he felt pain.

Thor didn't stop what he was doing, and his focused expression was grim.

Valle stood to the side with a star, his gaze a little frightened.

After the cleanup, I got a new copy of the wind grass and applied it to the wound, and finally covered the wound with a dry clean cloth and re-bandaged it. Thor stood up, he had done what he could do, and all that was left was to wait.

"Every half hourglass or so, you can open the wound to see if it has worsened. Thor instructed Valle beside him.

Valle didn't say anything, just nodded solemnly.

Vaguely sensing that something was missing, Thor turned his gaze to scan the bottom of the well and saw Shogues lying quietly on his side, like a dying reptile.

"What's wrong with you?" Thor asked, confused, as he stepped forward.

Hughes didn't answer, and turned his face inward to the wall, leaving only the back of Sol's head.

Looking at his half-dead appearance, Thor suddenly remembered that it took a lot of effort to get the dead stump to the bottom of the well to serve as a table, and then think about Lorton's bear-like physique......

Thor laughed, apparently Shogues was tired.

"I'll go to town and ask about the situation. ”

Kicked Shogues's ass, and the other party snorted weakly.

Through the hallway in the backyard, Thor returned to the brightly lit Sacred Chapel.

I thought that the people in the auditorium were probably gone, but when Thor stepped into the auditorium, he found that everyone was there.

The two boys from the Loton camp who had followed the three of Thor into the aisle were surrounded by orphans and talking, and the scene seemed to be very lively.

Seeing Thor, the two waved from a distance through the crowd, their faces filled with excited smiles after challenging the unknown.

Thor smiled and nodded at them, turning and walking out of the main entrance of the abbey.

Now that they have held the aisle and shown their courage to protect the others, they deserve the praise and glory at this moment.

It's about midnight, and although the town is back to its former tranquility, there are no pedestrians on the streets for the time being.

Halfway down Main Street, Thor began to approach the parapet to the west, where tonight's front line was located.

The people who participated in the battle had not yet dispersed, and were standing in groups in the light and talking.

Although the enemy was repulsed, it looked like there was not much joy of victory on their faces, only deep tiredness.

This is not surprising, even in the face of a demonic beast, after a flesh-and-blood confrontation, the other party will be in pain, will be afraid, and will even turn around and flee, but the skeleton will not, strictly speaking, it is a group of dead things.

Quietly approaching a few mercenaries who were pouring ale into their mouths, Thor pricked up his ears to listen to their discussions.

The first to spot the enemy attack were the members of the Guardian Regiment patrolling back and forth on the parapet, and a large number of enemies came from the west, all skeletons, which surrounded the entire west side of the town in a semicircle.

As Thor had expected, the town's guards gathered and the two sides began a battle across the parapet. After getting past the shock of the initial number of enemies, it was quickly discovered that the skeletons were too rough to fight.

The battle that followed didn't attract much attention, but later the battle turned out to be a bit of a surprise, as some strange individuals appeared among the skeletons.

"Hey, little mouse, get away. Thor's sneaky listening caught the attention of one of the mercenaries, who spat in Thor's direction.

Thor pretended to walk away and hid again behind a pile of firewood.

The mercenaries' chatter was still coming in fits and starts.

"Those green-eyed bones should be the leader, there are three groups on our side, and there is a fierce battle. I have to admit that they are very difficult to entangle, if it weren't for the strong enough parapets, who knows what the end result would be, we are the heroes of the whole town. ”

As soon as the voice fell, another sneering voice sounded.

"Those bullshit bosses, at most skeleton archers and mages are in trouble, the real leaders are on our side, and that's the biggest enemy I've ever faced in my life. ”

"It's a pity, the one-eared, the wolf-headed, and the lame Wynn are all planted, and those are real hard hands. ”

Thor huddled behind the pyre and suddenly tensed up, and his whole body trembled with shock, not because of the strength of the enemy in the mercenary's mouth, but because of the description of the so-called bone leader in the mercenary's words next.

"The skeleton was slightly taller than an ordinary miscellaneous fish, its eyes burned with purple flames, and its swordsmanship was superb. But the strangest thing is that it only has one right hand and one left leg, and it is still flexible and strong with a sword as a leg, and it is invincible. ”

"If it's healthy, I'm willing to bet it alone can ruin all of our defenses. ”

"Damn! Several times I even thought we were besieging a master swordsman!"