Herag's gaze was fixed on the depths of the white mist.

He couldn't see, but he could see something through environmental detection.

It was a dwarf, humanoid creature with some weapons in its hands and rushing towards it.

"It's ...... Fish-people? It took a moment for Herag to recognize.

These fish-men have fish heads but human limbs and weapons such as swords and harpoons.

"That's the direction of the lake."

Herag looked in the direction the fishman had come and guessed that he had crawled out of the lake.

He sensed something strange, the town seemed completely defenseless, and he never expected a fish-man attack.

And I've talked about this town with other people these days, and no one has mentioned that there will be fish-man monsters to attack.

If this group of fishmen had been in that lake in the first place, there should have been relevant news a long time ago.

This thick white fog must have been the work of these fishmen, and most of the people in the town had already fallen asleep.

At this time, the fish-men came in, and these people became lambs to the slaughter.

Herag picked up his sword, straightened his armor, and went out.

Those fish-men alone are not strong, and for Herag, they are all demonic breath for nothing, and they can't be let go.

When Herag left the inn, he noticed that there were people from other places who were also out, apparently exorcists.

"We've got to hurry." Herag felt that he had to speed up, otherwise the demonic aura would be snatched away by others.

He drew his sword and left the town with a few brisk jumps, crashing into a fish-man head-on.

The fish-man was less than a meter tall, with a fat-headed fish head and a short knife in his hand.

When it saw Herag, it opened its mouth and roared, and then rushed over, slashing at Herag with a short knife.

This short knife actually looks like a long knife in the fish-man's hand.

Due to his height, the fish-man was only able to cut Herag's knees.

Herag wouldn't give him a chance to slash himself, and his figure dodged the slow slash in a flash.

The cold light of the long sword flashed, and the fishman's fat-headed fish head flew out, and the fishman's headless body fell to the ground.

A small black gas floated out, and Herag immediately absorbed it into his body.

"Strength +0.2, Agility +0.3, Constitution +0.1."

Herag glanced at the data panel, adding not much, but it was also expected.

The individual strength of the fishmen is still too weak, and their only advantage is that they are fast, which is enough to deal with ordinary people or weak adventurers.

But in front of Herag, this speed was too slow.

After absorbing the demonic aura of the fish-men, Herag looked into the distance, and there was a steady stream of fish-people coming this way in the thick fog.

He glanced at the others who were approaching behind him, and turned his head to disappear into the thick fog.

Every time the sword was swung, a fish-man fell under the sword, and a stream of black gas was absorbed by Herag.

When Jim came to the entrance of the town with his sword, he saw the corpse of the fish-man on the ground, looked into the fog again, and then followed.

He is good at bows and arrows, but it is not convenient in the thick fog, which limits his play.

Three others followed, and they looked at each other.

"Let's cooperate."

"No problem."

"The individual strength of these fishmen is not strong, and together with a few of us, we can reduce the probability of negligent injury."

These people are all exorcists with good strength, so they are naturally not afraid of these fishmen.

The only thing to worry about is that the fog is too thick here, and there may be a lurking fish-man somewhere to make a dark arrow.

If there are more people, you can reduce the chance of hitting the dark arrow.

……

By this time, Herag had gone deep into the white mist, and had come to a jungle surrounded by fish-man corpses.

He found that not every fish-man has a demonic aura, and probably only one of the three-headed fish-men has a demonic aura.

The fish-man with a demonic aura is obviously a little stronger than the other fish-men, and probably belongs to the elite of the fish-people.

It's just that in front of Herag, it doesn't make a difference whether it's an elite or not.

What he kills is the elite, and the elite has a demonic aura.

Herag looked around and saw that the jungle was already littered with fish-man corpses, and the neighborhood had become a vacuum.

He had forgotten how many fishmen he had killed, and just glanced at the data panel.

So far, killing the Fishman has given him a lot of stat bonuses.

"Strength +3.5, Agility +4.2, Constitution +3.1."

Just killing a group of weak chicken-fish people brought him so many attribute improvements.

At this time, Herag truly felt the benefits of the demonic aura, and he was even more in awe of this plane.

He hadn't been here for long, and he hadn't gained much demonic aura.

Herag thought about it, if it was a strong man in this plane, who had accumulated it here for so many years, what kind of strength would he have.

However, he felt that the increase in demonic aura should also be limited, and it was impossible to increase it indefinitely.

There is a high probability that after absorbing a lot of demonic aura, the increased physical attributes will gradually decrease.

In other words, in the past, one unit of demonic aura could increase a little power, but later on, it may take ten units of demonic aura to increase a little power.

Herag was unable to test his ideas because of the small sample of data he had.

There is no need to think about this for now, at least so far, there is no change in the attribute bonuses from absorbing demonic breath.

Herag looked around, looking for a trace of the fish-man.

Originally, there were fishmen everywhere, and there was no need to look for them at all, but now they were all killed by Herag and they were invisible.

If killing the Fishmen had a title, Herag would have earned the title of Fishman Terminator by now.

Herag turned his head sharply and found a man with a longbow and a sword approaching behind him.

On closer inspection, it was Jim of the caravan, who had also come in.

Jim hadn't seen Herag, and the white fog obscured his vision.

It was only when he got closer that he saw Herag, whose eyes startled him.

That look made Jim feel as if he was going to be killed as a fish-man in the next moment.

Jim felt the momentum emanating from Herag and realized that he had made a mistake in his previous judgment.

This person is not a trainee exorcist at all, but a formal exorcist who controls his aura extremely well, and his strength is very strong.

When Jim came here, he wondered who was so fierce and killed so many fishmen.

After meeting Herag, he finally understood.

"You...... You're here too. Jim was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

He kept a certain distance and did not dare to approach Herag.

Herag smiled and said, "I didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, I came out for a walk, but I didn't expect to meet so many fishmen." (End of chapter)