The demon held the Count in his arms, and after only a short run, he stopped, spurting out sulphur-smelling blood.

Although Mahalla is not a priest, his spells are by no means casual, and the demon has been seriously injured after this blow.

In fact, if it had left the Count behind and fled by itself, it would have escaped relatively easily. But because of the contract, it can't do that.

The contract between the Tara Khan family and the demons is harsh, for both sides. This pact required the Tara Khan family to provide a steady stream of sacrifices and offerings to the demons. This "stability" is mandatory, so compulsory that if the sacrifice is not enough, it will be taken from the top of one's own family, and if it is not enough, it will be taken on oneself. At the same time, this contract also requires the demon to do everything in his power to protect the Tara Khan family, and this "do your best" is also compulsory, forcing you to fill in your own life when necessary.

Over the past hundred years, the Demon and the Tara Khan family have become unbreakable allies through this contract.

But today, the covenant between them has gradually cracked.

For example, just now, if it weren't for the compulsion of the contract, the demon would have wanted to throw the Count down and run away alone.

After all, there are many ways for a demon to escape.

But it could only think about it, the contract was so tight that even it couldn't find a hole to exploit.

So, despite its reluctance, it had to work hard to protect the Count.

The Count didn't know the demon's mind, and he didn't have the energy to think about it. At this moment, all his thoughts were spent on how to escape.

There were adventurers on both sides of the valley, in the sky, by the river, and even in the valley, there were three terrifying dogs leading around searching for them.

It looks as if this time they're dead.

"Can you think of a way to escape?" the demon asked.

The earl thought for a while, and shook his head gloomily: "There is no way, I can't think of a way." ”

"Think again. ”

The Count thought for a moment and said, "Or...... Shall we find a tree to climb up to?"

"Is this a better idea than hiding in a swamp?"

"Not really. ”

"Then think about it, it's not really like there's no way. ”

The Count pondered, but could not think of a way.

He is not a dull person, but there is a limit to his cleverness. Most of the smart people in the world have limitations. If you want to do something, you always need certain conditions.

Now his problem is that there are no conditions to take advantage of.

If he had just stepped into the valley, he would have thousands of soldiers and nearly a hundred low-level demons, and he could have attacked head-on. No matter how powerful those adventurers were, they couldn't stop such a huge army.

But he no longer had an army, and all his army was lost in that magic array, and the rest must have been frightened, and they only dared to retreat outside the valley, not daring to step into the valley for half a step.

Now on the side of the magic array, there should still be a group of priests guarding it, and in the past, it was to look for death.

On the other side of the valley, there was also a group of clergy guarding it.

"I've never heard of so many priests in that group of adventurers!" the Count said hatefully, "they are definitely hiding their strength!, no, maybe they are the top of some church!"

"It's possible if you think about it. The demon said, "If it wasn't for a certain high-ranking church, how could there be so many high-ranking priests......

At that moment, it suddenly turned its head and looked in a certain direction.

In a glade not far away, a silver-haired girl wearing a doll-like lace dress suddenly appeared.

This girl has a cute little round face, and her short silver hair just reaches her chin, making her look delicate and cute. Although she walked alone in the secluded forest, she had no fear on her face, but instead had a strange smile that seemed pleasant, but not suitable for sharing with others.

She was holding a thick black book in her left hand, and playing with a ball of silk thread in her right hand, looking very leisurely.

It only took a split second for the demon to make up his mind.

No matter where she comes from, eat her first!

For demons, human faith can certainly provide power, but flesh and soul are also the source of power. Although it would be a bit of a waste to "take" it directly, but at this time, I don't care about wasting it or not, so I will get the strength to repair the body first!

The speed of the demon's charge was extremely fast, and it was in front of it in an instant. But the girl didn't panic at all, just smiled slightly.

At the moment of laughter, her shadow on the ground jumped violently, turning into a bloody mouth, spewing out thick sulfur smoke and a buzzing sound, like a swarm of flies gathered together.

The demon's face changed in an instant, and its claws had reached a distance of no more than half a foot from the girl's face, but the distance of half a foot was like a moat, impassable.

Instead, its body trembled violently, like a man in thin clothes who had been thrown into the snow and ice.

The girl's shadow returned to the ground, and it didn't look unusual. Still smiling a little weirdly, she pulled out the book she was holding.

On the cover of the book, a large fly bears the coat of arms of two serpents wound with a serrated sword.

The demon's body trembled even more, and sweat continued to flow from its body, and it only took a moment for the ground beneath its feet to soak.

The girl didn't say anything, just smiled and stared at it.

The demon finally knelt down, and then it realized that it was not respectful enough, and simply lay on the ground, and rested its head in front of the girl's feet—it did not dare to lean directly up, but only to lean a little to the side.

Even so, it was shaking.

The Count watched all this in confusion, not understanding what was happening.

Then he saw the maiden looking at him.

In her gaze, he saw smoke, flames, cracks in the earth, and legions of demons roaring out and slaying with the angels waiting for them.

In the midst of this chaotic battlefield, a giant wearing a golden crown, stepping on a huge bull surrounded by flames, and with fly-like wings on his back, looks down on the battle with a blank face.

It clearly stands on the ground, but it exudes a more sacrosanct majesty than the angels on high.

On the forehead of the huge bull on which it stepped on was the coat of arms of two serpents wound with serrated swords.

In an instant, the Count understood.

He finally knew who was in front of him—no, what "being" was.

In the next moment, he ran without the slightest hesitation, doing his best, not knowing the direction, desperate.

His mind went blank, all wisdom and cunning vanished, and there was only one thought, as if he were roaring madly.

Run! Run! Run as far away as possible!

What is in front of you is an existence that is far more terrible than those adventurers, and even more terrible than "death". Compared to it, even if you die under the sword of the adventurers, it is not so terrifying, so unacceptable.

He didn't notice that his tears and snot had flowed out, and his face was confused because of the wind. He didn't even notice that at this moment, his face was not only full of fear, but also with a distorted and crazy smile.

Even if the beggar on the side of the road saw it, he would only mumble "Where did you come from?"