Luo Jia said with some resentment: "Leon, their faces have been shattered, so I will leave the souls of these two demons to you." ”

"That's a shame, I'll give you the next two. ”

A smile appeared on Leon's face, he did not do it on purpose, he just chose the safest way to attack.

He was hesitant to draw on his talent or sacrifice it to Scati.

The Styx Swimmer has two abilities that are very useful, one is the illusory body, which is immune to physical damage, and the other is to use water as a medium to teleport.

This is equivalent to a castrated version of the short-distance space shuttle, as long as the medium of water is arranged in advance, it can be used as a springboard for teleportation.

But both abilities have the potential to cause him to lose his physical form and become an illusory being that lives on negative emotions.

Because the root of these two abilities actually lies in the physique of the Styx Swimmer, rather than the special talent they possess.

The demon's talent is by no means all positive, and the negative effect may be even more amazing, such as Dante's story of a witcher who absorbed the [fast growth] talent of the dwarf demon and turned into an obese patient who would grow meat when he drank cold water.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to give up and extracted the souls of the two medium-sequence monsters and sacrificed them to Scati.

As for those low-order Styx Swimmer Hatchlings, their souls had already been scattered under the awe-inspiring divine power of the Heavenly Thunder.

...

They returned to the church and found Father John hiding inside the church.

Leon got straight to the point and said, "You can go and inform the survivors that the matter has been settled and peace will be restored here." ”

Father John breathed a sigh of relief, drew a cross in front of him, and kissed the cross in his hand: "God forbid, this calamity is finally over." ”

Luo Jia frowned and said, "The demon we solved, what does it have to do with God?"

Father John rightly said, "You have come under God's guidance, but you don't know it." ”

Luo Jia wanted to refute, but was stopped by Leon, who said noncommittally: "What about the honorarium?"

Father John was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed, and said, "All the belongings of the dead are at your disposal, such as the lord's mansion - but the property cannot be moved, which is sacred." ”

"It's okay, this money is temporarily kept by you, and a companion will collect it after a while. ”

The corners of his mouth curled up, with a hint of coldness: "Don't be greedy, the rest of the demon hunters are not as easy to talk as the two of us." ”

Leon leaned closer, stared at Father John, and whispered, "Perhaps they will teach you what is really evil heresy." ”

Father John shuddered, and he said, "I see. ”

"Lorgar, let's go. ”

Looking at the backs of the two of them gradually moving away, Father John couldn't help but snort: "Damn heretic, you dare to set foot in the holy land, and you want to rob the sect property, you will be abandoned by God and fall into hell!"

At this moment, Leon suddenly turned his head and stared at him with eyes as sharp as knives, as if he had heard everything he had just said.

He looked like a smile and raised his hand.

The wind howled, as if a blizzard had suddenly descended, and an unimaginable behemoth swooped over, grabbed the raised hands of the two, and flew away with them.

The streets outside the church were suddenly covered with frost.

Father John's expression was sluggish, and it took him a long time to collapse on the ground.

His lips curled: "God above, what did I just see?"

It seems to be... A dragon?

...

Southeastern Sweden, Gobland Island.

A sturdy middle-aged man, bare-chested, rowed his way to the island.

In the distance, he saw someone on the shore waving to him.

"Uncle Drake, why did you come back so late?"

The young man wore a gray turban and a red shirt bleached with plant juice – a striking color that Vikings loved.

The middle-aged man called Uncle Drake turned pale, and he didn't even stop the boat, so he ran anxiously to the shore: "Marsha, go and inform the patriarch at once, the entire tribe of Jonah has been killed. ”

"What?"

Masha couldn't believe it: "How is this possible?"

The tribe of Jonah was the most powerful tribe on the nearby islands, and there were hundreds of warriors who could take up arms to fight, how could they be slaughtered like this?

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

Drake gasped violently.

"When I landed on the island, there was blood everywhere, the village was burning, and knights on black horses were killing the warriors of Jonah with strange blades of spears. ”

"He was so fast that I was sure he saw me, and if I hadn't pushed the boat into the sea in time, I wouldn't have escaped his pursuit. ”

At this, Drake's eyes were filled with fear, and the figure was almost a nightmare to him.

"Anyway, I'm going to get to the Chief's Hall at once!"

He and Masha quickly ran into the jungle of the island, a village built in the mountains, with rectangular houses made of straw bricks lining the hillside.

The smoke curls up, and it's peaceful and quiet.

It does not belong to any lord, nor does it belong to the Church, they have primitive religious worship.

Drake broke into the Chief's Hall, and he shouted to the strong, bull-like man in a white bear and seal fur coat, "Chief, something is wrong. ”

He spoke very quickly and described what he had seen and heard.

The chief listened to his description and looked puzzled: "You only saw one person?"

"That's impossible, even I can only fight against ten adult warriors at most, how can a single knight slaughter the entire Jonah?"

"I'm not lying, Chief, please gather your warriors and get ready for battle!"

The chief looked solemn and shook his head, "Drake, you must know that if things are wrong, I will be questioned by everyone about my prestige!"

"You must tell me calmly, what does that knight really look like, what weapon does he use, is it a man or a demon?"

"I ......"

Drake gestured with his hand, but couldn't tell why.

His face was full of anxiety, and at this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and said with great joy: "Chief, I can show you!"

"Demo?"

Under the chief's puzzled gaze, Drake opened his mouth and spat out fiery molten iron from his mouth, watering a reddened horse in the clearing.

He rolled over and jumped onto his horse, his skin burned with flames, revealing a cracked, black face like a dried corpse.

A reassuring smile appeared on his face: "It's like this. ”

The chief's face turned pale, and then he let out a loud roar: "Enemy attack, prepare for battle!"