Fighting Jill again, Clarus seemed much more at ease. All the previous efforts have paid off, the weapons used by the priest's hands and his usual attacks have been understood by the killers, and the beasts from the abyss will not give the hunter a second chance to hunt him. Something terrible was beginning to take place among the belligerents, and the brown-robed priest could feel it, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what it meant. For the rest of the viewers, they only saw a different situation from the two who fought back together, and the Demon Spawn began to gain the upper hand, and his strong attacks made Jill often have to make passive parries, and the counterattack launched while protecting himself was more like a lingering attempt to gain more time.

Damn the monster!, it was the roar that the priest had been shouting in his heart all the time, and sadly, he didn't even get a chance to say what he thought because of the barrage of attacks from Krus. Up, down, up, right... The sound of gold and iron echoed, and Jill's hands were already numb from the continuous collision, and he mechanically waved his arms to block the Demon's claws and daggers. How could anyone launch such a continuous attack? The skill and strength displayed by the demon descendants made Jill almost on the verge of collapse, and many fine wounds appeared on his body at some point, which were the evidence that he failed to defend every time, and if he continued to fight like this, he would never be able to make thirty moves! Bastard bastard bastard! How could I, the priest of the great Mother Earth and the poet who destroyed a country, die here?

A loud metal grinding sound erupted from the bayonet in Jill's hand, at least ten times louder than before. All the hearing creatures unconsciously covered their ears under such a shocking stimulus, and at this moment, whether it was a witch or other priests, they all crouched down in pain, shaking their heads in an attempt to alleviate the auditory pain. Even for the spectators, Calus was even worse at the center of the sonic boom, blood pouring from the Demon's ears and devastating damage to his hearing system.

But that didn't stop the beast, "Roar!" The roar stopped the sonic boom, not only the eyes, but also the flames that began to emerge from the seven orifices of Kalus, which made one wonder that maybe his brain had been roasted in the flames. "Ding!" I don't know how many times, the blades of the dagger and the bayonet collided in the air, making a crunch and splashing a few sparks. "Click!" but this time it was different, as if sensing the master's pain, and this time a clear crack appeared in the dagger of the demon descendant, which was an extremely dangerous signal. The destruction of the weapon means that the killer will have to fight the enemy's blade with his bare hands.

Sensing the anomaly of the dagger, Krus stopped his attack for the first time, and he took a big step backwards, distanced himself from the enemy, and checked the status of his weapon. This gave Jill a chance to breathe, and the priest would have liked to lie down if he could, though he knew it was impossible. "Huh... Hah..."His hands hung down naturally, his waist slightly bent forward, it was already the best relaxation he could do in between battles, and he wanted to say something to satirize the predicament that the Demon Spawn was facing, but the violent panting prevented him from doing so.

"What are you doing! Kill that guy! Don't you see he's out of breath?" Qili was the first to recover from the effects of the sonic boom, shouting at the killer as she pointed at Jill to remind him of his poor physical condition. Interestingly, the witch herself was not a weak woman as she appeared, and it would not be difficult for her to kill the brown-robed priest at this moment if she wanted to. It should be the reason for the fear of the two priests behind it.

"Whew—" Clarus felt the pain of his internal organs being burned by fire, and with every breath he exhaled, he felt that his nasal cavity was about to catch fire. How many years have I not been forced into such a situation, and the skills and judgment that I have trained as a killer have not played their due role in battle, and I even have to turn to... The instinct that is resisted so hard, the instinct of the devil. While the successive attacks may seem like they came from a beast, they were actually the result of absolute rationality. The bloodline of the devil hastened the killer's thinking, and also forced him to abandon his mortal emotions with pain and fight like a machine. It was a terrible experience, and every time he entered this state, Krus felt that his feelings for the outside world would become a little weaker, and he was afraid that if he used this power uncontrollably, he would soon become a real devil, that kind of selfish, paranoid liar.

"That's not going to work. The Demon Spawn said and punched himself hard in the right cheek, awakening his emotions in this way. Yes, this is not good, if you become a devil, you will be completely ashamed of everything that those two people have paid for themselves, ashamed of the tolerance of all partners, and ashamed of the belief in survival to this day.

Of course, these thoughts are incomprehensible to others, and in their opinion, Krus's actions are more like a last resort to force himself to continue fighting. "What's the matter?" Jill said with a sneer, knowing that his physical condition would only be worse than that of his opponent, but the priests of Mother Earth were reluctant to admit it. He took the killer's onslaught as a reflection of his deathbed, and with the last weapon broken, Calus was now extremely weak. The feeling of victory in his hands made him want to humiliate his opponent further, "You know what? I changed my mind, I'm absolutely too cheap for you to put your brains on the wall now." Oh, guess what I'm going to do with you? I'm going to bury you in the depths of the earth, deeper than here, aren't you very strong? I can't kill my heart even if it is pierced? I won't let you die, I'm going to let you be crushed by the whole world, I'm going to make you suffer forever!"

Due to the hearing loss, Clarus did not hear what the other party was saying, but he knew with his fingers that it was nothing more than some cruel words. The flames in the Seven Apertures slowly weakened, and although they did not disappear, the pain was beyond the limits of the Demon Descendant's endurance, and he once again found himself in the battle with his instincts. He looked up at his opponent, and then, all he had to do was take out this guy. Throw away the cracked dagger, this weapon has long been integrated with oneself, as long as it is put back in the body after the battle and recuperated with magic fire, it will not be long before it will be restored to its original state. But the thought of having to use an iron weapon like a mortal for a while made Krus quite unhappy, he hated things that had no temperature.

Before doing it again, the killer glanced at the two witches he was trying to protect, and Kiri was still shouting something in this direction, glad she couldn't hear anything now. As for the other, Peg's eyes were full of tears, making it impossible to see her true emotions, but something could be inferred from her trembling hands. It's really, it's ugly, just because it's lost its magic power, it's just a crying child, and it's boring to go home.

Thinking so, the Demon Spawn flicked his wrist, and he straightened up and took a boxing stance. "The devil is gone, and now it's my part as a human being. ”