People in the confined space were shocked and temporarily forgot about the bloody scene that took place in front of them. The boy and girl who had been taken by the smugglers had returned! And with them into the sanctuary was not the evil god sacrifice who had taken them with them, nor the nezumi who had come after their prey, but a man with a naked upper body and a pair of flaming eyes. When Krus approached here, whether it was Radnor by the campfire or the refugees in the corner, they all subconsciously held their breath, just out of fear, if the nezumi were blood-eating beasts, then the demons were deadly deaths, and the sense of oppression given by the two was completely different.

Krus casually glanced at the snake men who had drawn their weapons in a hurry, and handed the boy in his arms to Peg for her to take care of. "Take care of him, this kid is more useful to me than you. In fact, even without this threat, the poor little witch would not dare to think of anything else, and Peg knew very well that even if her magic was not sealed, it would be as easy for the other party to kill her as it was to pinch an ant to death. The witch dragged the boy to the wall of the entrance, and carefully rested the latter's head on her lap, hoping that this would make him more comfortable and indirectly win the favor of Kalus. Of course, whether this is useful or not, I'm afraid only the Demon Descendant himself knows.

However, Peg most of the time did useless work, because the killer immediately killed the snakehead after confessing this sentence. If these Radnor were born like this, they might indeed be able to cause some trouble for Krus, after all, they are creatures under the control of the Mother of the Crypt, and their physical strength is not comparable to that of the Demon Descendants, and they have the strength to fight by virtue of their numerical superiority. Unfortunately, the time taken for them to transform was too short, and the priests were not familiar with hand-to-hand combat, so the killers were completely irresistible beasts to them.

Snakeheads, seven, shots, seven moves. Soon there was only one shadow left in the reflection of the campfire, and the demon spawn took a deep breath on the corpses all over the ground, the expression on his face was rather unhappy, he hated this kind of fighting, there was no fun or risk, the killer never slaughtered meaninglessly, that was completely unreasonable. "Well, you're safe. When Krus looked at the people in the corner and said this, some people with poor psychological quality almost lost their incontinence on the spot, who made the appearance of the demon no better than the snake-headed monster in the eyes of ordinary people?

The killer tilted his head, he had long been accustomed to other people's prejudices against him, and combined with his behavior just now, whether these people's reactions were prejudices or not was still worth discussing. Krus walked over to the witch and the boy, and violently tore open the clothes on the boy's chest, which was unusually thin from hunger, and the ribs under it were faintly visible. The Demon Spawn didn't have any idea about it, he had seen too many people more miserable than this child, and Clarus stretched out his right index finger and slid his sharp nails over the boy's flesh, and soon, a strange symbol appeared on his chest. It's just that the wound that was turned open did not flow blood, but quickly scabbed, but it seems that this scar will remain forever. "It's time to get up, boy. The demon descendant who had carved the symbol grabbed the boy's chin and lifted him to the same height as himself.

The painful tugging sensation quickly woke up the sleeping child, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the dancing eyes of the demonic fire, and the events before he fainted were quickly recalled. "Uhh But his struggle seemed weak and ridiculous to Clarus, and the Demon Spawn grinned with a terrible grin, "Save your strength, boy. After all, next, the lives of these people will be in your hands. As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain came from the boy's chest, and the sensation of burning fire went from the flesh to the internal organs, and then followed the veins into the bones, and in an instant the boy even wished that he could die at once and suffer this torture again.

But in the next second, the pain disappeared, and an inexplicable force erupted from the muscles, which allowed the boy to break free from the control of the demon descendants, and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath, beads of sweat the size of beans crackling and smashing on the ground like rain.

"You didn't faint? Heh, it seems that you are more interesting than I thought. Well, the rest is up to you. I have business to do with this young lady, and when you go back, talk to the dwarf and say that I will take them out soon. Krus said to himself, no matter how much the boy heard, he turned his head and grabbed Peg by the hair, and took the witch and walked out, with an excited smile on his face, and seemed to be very happy, and he even hummed a song that sounded quite terrible to the witch.

When the two who had left came back to the place where the smuggler and the nezumi had died, the Spawn let go of his grip on Peg. "You're wondering, aren't you? Why didn't I take you to the dwarf after I rescued you? The witch knew that the dwarf in her mouth meant the Hammer Archduke, and she rubbed her scalp, hoping that the long hair had not been pulled off. And the question of Kalus, to be honest, Peg simply did not have the courage to think about it. After a moment of silence, the killer turned his head to look at the girl beside him, "Heh, you're still a witch, that kid just now had the courage to work hard, but you only know how to make compromises." Yes, you are a witch, how can you compare to those lowly mortals? Hands with sharp nails rubbed against Peg's face, her eyes filled with tears, but how could the Demon Descendants relent.

Seeing the witch's appearance, Clarus raised an eyebrow, and he put down his frightened captive and walked over to the body of the snakehead. "I've always been against waste, every being, even such a thing, has its value, doesn't it?" Just when Peg thought that the Demon Descendant was going to eat Radnor's flesh, the next scene was a big surprise to her. The killer's hand gently caressed the corpse's skin, not sparing every inch of skin, and the bare upper body of Kalus emitted a glowing red pattern, and when he completely touched every corner of Radnor's corpse, including the parts he had chopped off, the demon descendant stood up.

The witch looked horrified at the snake-headed monster that looked at her hands and feet, and at its feet was a miserable corpse with no skin. "Hey, this tongue is really inconvenient to speak, hiss, no wonder these guys are always weird. Radno muttered to himself, and when it thought it was ready, it looked up at Peg. "Alright, my dear Miss Witch, hey, let's go to the one, Lord Priest. ”

The vertical eyes of the reptiles flickered with terrifying fire.