Barrett smashed through the window and entered the bedroom.

The shattered glass shone around the brute with the moonlight, and several of them even scratched his cheeks directly. Yin red oozed from the wound, and tiny blood splashed into the air with the glass, but the brute didn't care at all.

The others were in mid-air, calmly and quickly scanning the inside of the room.

The bedroom was quite empty, with nothing but a wooden bed that had been erected and moved to the wall. Standing in the center of the room was a pale young man in pajamas. The young man who seemed to be Xavier widened his eyes and looked shocked, and turned his head to look at Barrett flying in the air, his eyes full of incredulity.

In front of the young man was a circle carved into the ground. The circle was lit up with an uncomfortable dark red, which didn't seem to have been drawn with magic ink, and there was no blue magic crystal embedded in it as a powertrain.

At the heart of the circle was a long curved corner, the tip of which was as bright red as blood, but the color of the back end gradually darkened, and at the end it was dark pitch black.

Above the circle, a super-small humanoid with bat wings, a spiky tail, and a pair of sharp horns flies. The humanoid creature was less than a meter tall, its skin was the same color as the circle, and the sharp horns on its head and the sharp teeth in its mouth glowed white like the blades of a sword.

After our barbarian adventurer landed, he immediately slashed the 'Tyrannical Touch' of his left hand towards the devil who was much smaller than he expected, and with the momentum that crashed in, the 'Tyrannical Touch' easily split the little devil in two.

Immediately afterward, Barrett slapped the young man who had not yet reacted with the face of the resonant tomahawk. The other party raised his right hand slightly in a panic, as if he wanted to cast a spell, but before his arm was raised, he was directly stunned by the barbarian.

Hmmm, is it over? The brute stood there and was stunned for a moment. That's it, the devil!

There are many creatures that can still survive even if they are cut in two, and trolls are one of them, and there is one more common - earthworms.

The brute turned to look at the little devil he had split in two. Both halves of its body fell onto the circle, and the top half of its body was still slowly struggling, not completely dead. And it opened its fanged mouth, as if it wanted to say something.

This guy's strength seems to be quite weak, at least not as loud as he spoke at the time. But Barrett, in order to avoid unnecessary accidents, still made a sword in the head of this little devil. Immediately afterward, this guy's corpse actually melted into a puddle of soft mud that was constantly foaming and trembling slightly.

In this way, it should be considered dead, the barbarian looked at the puddle of soft mud suspiciously, and thought with some uncertainty in his heart.

The puddle of ooze revealed a strong evil, making Barrett feel a little uncomfortable staring at it. However, due to the professional nature of an adventurer, Barrett still endured the uncomfortable feeling, took out an empty alchemy test tube from the spatial ring, and carefully filled it with some strange ooze into it.

The remaining ooze did not last long. Just as Barrett was thinking about what to do next, the bubbling ooze disappeared in place, but the part that was contained in the alchemy test tube still existed.

The devil disappeared after being killed, and the young man lay unconscious on the ground, and Barrett, who was in a state of complete victory, inevitably shifted his attention to the long corner in the middle of the circle.

Well...... This object seems to be called the 'Horn of Blasphemy'? It seems that the magic apprentice on the ground succeeded in summoning the slain devil through it.

No, it's a foolish and presumptuous move. Barrett didn't even want to touch something like the devil, so it was not appropriate to leave it where it was. Whether it was taken by the town's guards, stewards, or someone else, Barrett didn't feel too good.

Eventually, in order to avoid the hidden dangers, our barbarian adventurer Barbarian decided to destroy it.

Barrett tucked the Resonant Tomahawk into the Spatial Ring, gripping the 'Tyrannical Touch' tightly in both hands. He let out a long exhale, then slashed his sharp sword into the horns.

With a dull thud, the brute's hands were bounced high by the force of the shock, while the long horns on the ground remained motionless, and did not break in response to the sound he had imagined. However, although the horn was not broken, he still cut a deep wound.

Oh, sturdy enough! Looks like we'll have to do two more times, Barrett thought to herself. He shifted his arms, ready to start a second heavy blow.

But at this moment, a large and vicious will suddenly descended on the circle, and Barrett could feel that this will was staring at him fiercely through the crimson circle on the ground.

That will was so powerful and evil that it made the barbarian feel trembling and fear involuntarily arise in his heart.

Immediately after, a deep, fierce voice rang out from the circle, "Bold mortals, how dare you kill my Alother's envoy and try to destroy the 'Hell's Key'!"

Barrett, who was in combat condition, was quite calm. He gritted his teeth and held his breath, trying to break free from his state of fear.

Is this the 'Key to Hell' or the 'Horn of Blasphemy'?" he wondered.

However, Barrett did not intend to entangle too much with this evil voice, but silently puffed up the muscles of his whole body, and slashed at the corner of the ground again.

Only this time, a crimson arm with scales stretched out at the right time on the magic circle, and met the barbarian's attack directly.

The arm phantom tried to block Barritt's heavy blow, but was directly shattered by brute force by his bursting strength. 'Tyrannical Touch' slashed at the horn for the second time, and hit the wound of the first time accurately, cutting off more than half of the horn.

"You mortal whose soul should be torn apart by maggots!" the fierce voice became unusually angry, and roared several syllables that Barrett did not understand.

The next moment, a wave of evil aura came over him like a raging wave, and Barrett felt like a drowning man caught in the waves, suffocating and helpless filling his soul.

Damn it, damn it! Barrett was half-kneeling on the ground, the veins on his face bulging, gritting his teeth against the evil aura, barely holding his soul from sinking.

This stalemate lasted only two heartbeats, and then a dazzling roar of lightning slashed straight at the circle, shattering all the evil aura.

The vicious voice let out a scream of pain. The screams grew smaller and smaller, and then vanished, and Barrett felt the will on the circle gradually fade.

However, the dazzling lightning still swirled around the circle, making a subtle 'crackling' sound, and gradually condensed, merging into a mage wearing silver robes.

Barrett subconsciously looked at the other party's left cuff and counted it silently in his heart. One, two, three, four...... , a total of eight magical seven-pointed stars are imprinted on it.

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