However, for the red oak flower at this moment, the rain of arrows has lost its meaning.

With lightning speed, he cut off all of Marquis Sayya's fingers and put his ring on his finger in the same order as Marquis Saya.

“——Fos！”

He whispered the sound of the bottom that had been drowned in the rain of arrows, and at the same time raised his sword.

In the best-case scenario, the Marquis's enchanted item takes effect and the arrow is offset. Even if it doesn't work, Akajika can block most of the arrows with her swordsmanship.

At first, it looked like an iron arrow, but it wasn't until he slashed the first of them that he realized it was nothing more than a hollow ice arrow.

With Carral's industrial level, the cost of making a two-finger-wide iron arrow hollow is too great. It's better to carve the ice arrows with reflux, hard, and sharp runes.

These vacuum ice arrows, infused with special potions, may have excellent abilities against the devil, but for ordinary people, they only feel a little dizzy in their heads. Akajika is also more or less a gold-level warrior, and although she is not as capable of elementalizing her body as a priest, she is enough to ignore most poisons and curses.

After the red tree got used to it a little, he became immune to the weak hypnotic potions. On the contrary, the frost that bursts is much more troublesome.

Although he didn't feel particularly cold in terms of his physique, the frost that hung on his body dulled his sense of touch and limited the movement of his joints - this is where the real death lies.

And after all, the red tree flower is not those Su Ze people who can ignore the weak cold, once these frostbites accumulate to a certain extent, they will still pose some threats to the red tree flower.

Fortunately, as he felt the loss of energy in his body, an eggshell-shaped scarlet curtain of light unfolded around him. The arrow suddenly deflected away and landed beside Akajika.

If it weren't for the red tree, the Marquis of Saya would have been picked up from the ground at the end. The ejection of arrows alone was enough to shoot Marquis Saya into powder.

"A bunch of idiots...... Is this posture to save people or to extinguish it? ”

Akajika did not hide her sarcasm in the slightest.

The regular troops, armed with special weapons against the devil, soon found themselves ineffective in their attacks. So they immediately threw their crossbows on the ground, removed their straps and quivers, drew their swords, and charged at the red oak flowers.

That's right—a group of Black Iron mercenaries have given up their only advantage to challenge a Gold Tier warrior.

However, Akajika, who had been freed from Isdemon's control, no longer had the interest in slaughtering a group of mortals. It didn't give him the slightest pleasure. There is only boredom when repeating a meaningless job.

Looking at this group of soldiers who were completely enraged by herself, Akajihua pursed her lips and didn't speak, just picked up the half-dead, kept vomiting out her internal organs, and her fingers were cut off and rolled out of the crowd.

The reason why he wanted to take the marquis with him was because he suddenly realized something.

Since the marquis will use the arms of the devil to deal with himself, it means that he really thinks of himself as the devil, right?

In other words, the possibility that the marquis deliberately planted the red oak flower can be directly ruled out. Coupled with the "that adult" mentioned by the Marquis many times, Akajika can almost shrink the suspect to a person.

- So. There is only one remaining problem.

"Lord Marquis. As you can tell, I'm not the devil. So, can you tell me? ”

As she sprinted, Akajika whispered to Marquis Saya who was dying in her arms, "What did you mean by 'that lord'...... Who exactly? ”

"Don't think about it."

Marquis Saya turned pale, and showed a sneer at Akajihua, who was wearing a broken iron mask: "You are not a devil, but what you do is more terrible than the devil. ”

"That's the devil taking control of my body......"

"And how do I know...... Right now...... Your will...... Is it free? ”

Marquis Saya sneered at Akajika, but halfway through speaking, he suddenly twitched violently. The pupils dilated slowly, and the voice became choppy.

…… Damn it.

Honor and stubbornness make him unable to see anything clearly.

Akajika gritted her teeth. Giving up the last vestiges of illusion, he threw Marquis Saya to the ground without hesitation.

Marquis Saya immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, his whole body trembled violently, something rolled in his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

Even if he is as great as the Marquis of Sayya, he is only so when he is on the verge of death...... Is it?

"Then I'll free you."

His voice was cold. He pulled out the long dagger that had pierced Marquis Sayya's chest, and thrust it directly into Marquis Sayya's eyebrows with his pale, powerful, and steady right hand.

Under Akajika's killing skills, the Marquis lost his life without feeling a trace of pain.

…… This knife is surprisingly easy to use.

Unexpectedly, this is the first impression of the red tree flower at this time.

It can only be said that it was under the control of Ismo before. The act of killing hundreds of people did not have no effect on the red tree at all. At this time, Akajihua's mood was extremely flat, as if she hadn't taken a person's life, but had just hunted a monster leader, and there was a slight sense of accomplishment and excitement.

“…… Father, father?! ”

An incredulous voice came from beside him.

It was a fairly clear and noble pronunciation, but her voice was shrunken and slight, and if it weren't for Akaji's good hearing, she might not have been able to hear it at all.

Akajika, who was wearing an iron mask, raised her head and looked at her side in silence.

A little girl with fluffy pink curls sat in the corner, looking in horror under the gloom, her blue and clear eyes clouded with a haze of despair, and two tear streaks slowly cut down her cheeks when she didn't even notice.

- It's Helga.

The daughter of the Marquis.

Holding a short knife stained with blood and brains, Akajika with an iron mask tilted her head slightly, and immediately recognized her identity.

"You...... Be...... This...... Help, help...... Who can ...... Save ......"

Looking at the terrible, blood-stained iron mask, Helga, who was only a teenager, shivered violently all over his body, unable to speak clearly, and his voice was full of tears.

…… Damn it. How to explain it...... No, there is no need to explain. There is no doubt that she did kill her father.

At this time, a terrible and very tempting thought actually appeared in Akajika's heart: Do you want to kill her together?

No, no-

Akajika immediately shook her head, dispelling her terrible thoughts.

"Who are you?"

However, just as Akajika was in a state of flux, a clear and calm voice came from the other side, "Sir, please don't do anything hostile...... Otherwise I will attack you. ”

Who is it?

Akajika looked away, her pupils shrank, but she almost laughed.

Although the man was only wearing a white robe, the extremely familiar temperament of the red tree flower on his body had already revealed his identity. That's undoubtedly a pastor. And I'm afraid it's still a bishop.

But what about the bishop in Carral?

As a joke, the priest is going to attack a warrior in Karal.

…… Hum. Now in a hurry, this favor will be given to you.

Akajika sneered, hung the short knife casually around her waist, raised her hands to show that she was not hostile, and slowly retreated backwards.

Seeing that the bishop didn't react, Akajika nodded in satisfaction. Then he went straight over the wall and left.

Seeing this, the priest sighed deeply.

He walked up to Helga and said in a heavy tone, "I'm sorry, kid...... I don't have the confidence to keep him. ”

"No...... You...... Don't worry about ......"

Helga's eyes were full of tears, she was still sobbing, and her voice was full of crying, but her tone was very organized: "Very ...... Thank...... Thank you very much ......"

The middle-aged pastor sighed again. Reaching out and gently touching Helga's head.

"Don't hold back, kid, cry if you want to."

Helga's cry was so slow that she stiffened for a few seconds with her mouth wide open, and then her whole body suddenly went limp, and she fell on the priest's shoulder, and clung to him with both hands, and cried aloud.

At this time, the regular troops had just arrived. Seeing this scene, they stopped in the distance, as if they were in a certain atmosphere, and did not dare to approach.

For a moment, only Helga's mournful cry echoed in the air. (To be continued.) )