Blood of Mercury

However, for Akakaji Flower at this moment, the arrow rain has lost its meaning.

He chopped off all of Marquis Saya's fingers with lightning speed, and put his ring on his fingers in the same order as Marquis Saya.

"—Fos!"

He whispered to Di Ming, who had been drowned in the rain of arrows, and raised his long sword at the same time.

In the best case, the Marquis's enchantment item takes effect and the arrow is deflected. Even if it doesn't work, Akakajika can block most of the arrows with her own swordsmanship.

It looked like an iron arrow at first, but after he chopped the first arrow, he realized that it was nothing but a hollow ice arrow.

At the industrial level of Caral, the cost of making a two-finger-wide iron arrow hollow is really too high. It would be more convenient to engrave the Frostbolt with runes of reflux, hardness and sharpness.

These vacuum ice arrows filled with special medicines may have excellent abilities to the devil, but for ordinary people, they only feel a little dizzy. Akakajika is also somewhat of a gold rank warrior. Although she is not as capable of elementalizing her body as a priest, it is enough to ignore most poisons and curses.

After Akakaji had gotten used to it a little, he was immune to those weak hypnotics. On the contrary, those blasted frosts are much more troublesome.

Although based on his physique, he didn't feel particularly cold, but the frost layer hanging on him would dull his sense of touch and limit the movement of his joints - this is what really kills him .

Moreover, Chikajihua is not those Suze people who can ignore the weak cold. Once these frostbites accumulate to a certain extent, they will still pose some threats to Chikajihua.

Fortunately, as he felt the loss of energy in his body, an eggshell-shaped scarlet light curtain spread out beside him. The arrow suddenly shifted away and landed next to Akakaji Flower.

If Akakajika hadn't finally lifted Marquis Saya from the ground, the arrows that were ejected would have been enough to shoot Marquis Saya into powder.

"A bunch of idiots... Is this posture to save people or silence them?"

Akakaji Hana didn't hide her sarcasm at all.

Those regulars armed with special weapons against the devil soon found their attacks ineffective. So they immediately threw their crossbows on the ground, removed their straps and quivers, drew their swords, and charged towards Akakajika.

That's right - a group of Dark Iron rank mercenaries gave up their only advantage. Attempt to challenge a Gold rank warrior.

However, Akakajika, who had been freed from Isma's control, had no interest in slaughtering a group of mortals. It gave him no pleasure at all, only boredom when he repeated a pointless task.

Seeing this group of soldiers who were completely irritated by him, Akakajika pouted. Without speaking, he directly picked up the half-dead marquis, who kept vomiting his internal organs and chopped off his fingers, and turned out of the crowd.

The reason why he took the marquis with him was because he suddenly realized something.

Since the Marquis will use the devil's weapon to deal with himself, it means that he really regards himself as a devil, right?

In other words. It can directly rule out the possibility that the Marquis deliberately framed Akakaji Hana. Coupled with the "that lord" that the Marquis mentioned many times, Akakajika can almost narrow down the suspects to people.

--So. There is only one problem left.

"Lord Marquis, you should have noticed that I am not a devil. So, can you tell me?"

As Akakaka sprinted, she asked softly at Marquis Saya, who was dying in her arms: "Who is the 'that sama' you're talking about... Who is it?"

"Don't think about it."

Marquis Saya was pale, and sneered at Akakaka who was wearing a broken iron mask: "You are not a devil, but what you do is more terrifying than the devil."

"That's the devil controlling my body..."

"Then how do I know... now... your will... is free?"

Marquis Saya mocked Akakaji with a sneer, but halfway through, he suddenly twitched violently. The pupils slowly dilated, and the voice became intermittent.

...damn.

Did honor and stubbornness make him see nothing.

Akakajika gritted her teeth, gave up her last fantasy, and threw Marquis Saya to the ground without hesitation.

Marquis Saya immediately coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his whole body trembled violently, something was rolling in his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

Even if he is as great as the Marquis of Saya, when he is on the verge of death...?

"Then I'll set you free."

His voice was extremely cold, he pulled out the long dagger that had penetrated Marquis Saya's chest, and inserted it directly from Marquis Saya's eyebrows with his pale, strong and stable right hand.

Under Akakaji Flower's murderous skills. The Marquis lost his life without feeling the slightest pain.

...this knife is surprisingly easy to use.

Unexpectedly, this was Akakaji Flower's first impression at this time.

It can only be said that the act of killing hundreds of people under the control of Isma before did not have no effect on Akakaji Flower. At this time, Akakaji Hana's mood was extremely dull. It's like he didn't take a person's life, but just hunted down a monster leader, with a little sense of accomplishment and excitement.

"...Father, Lord Father?!"

An unbelievable voice came from the side.

It was a fairly clear and noble pronunciation, but her voice was constricted and soft, and if it wasn't for Akakajika's good hearing, she might not be able to hear it at all.

Akakaji Hana, who was wearing an iron mask, raised her head. Silently looked to the side.

A little girl with fluffy pink curly hair sat down in the corner, looking at this place in horror under the shroud of darkness, her blue and clear eyes were covered with a haze of despair, and there were no two tears on her own. When noticing, it slowly swiped from the cheek.

- It's Helga.

The daughter of the Marquis.

Holding a short knife stained with blood and brains, wearing an iron mask, Akakajika tilted her head slightly, and immediately recognized her identity.

"You... are... this... help, help... who can... help..."

Looking at the terrifying, blood-stained iron mask, Helga, who was only a teenager, shuddered violently, unable to speak clearly, and his voice was full of tears.

……damn it. How to explain... No, there is no need to explain. It is true that he killed her father, there is no doubt about that.

At this time, a terrifying and very tempting idea appeared in Akakaji's head: should we kill her together?

No, no-

Akakajika immediately shook her head, dispelling her terrifying thoughts.

"who are you?"

However, just as Akakaji Flower was uncertain, a clear and steady voice came from the other side: "Sir, please don't do any hostile behavior... otherwise I will attack you."

who is it?

Akakajika looked away, her pupils shrank, but she almost laughed.

Although the man was only wearing a white robe, the incomparably familiar temperament of Akakaji Flower on his body had already revealed his identity. It was undoubtedly a priest. And probably a bishop.

But what about bishops in Caral?

To tell a joke, the priest is going to attack a warrior in Kalar.

……Humph. In a hurry now, this favor will be given to you for the time being.

Akakajika sneered, hung the short sword on her waist, raised her hands high to show that she had no hostility, and slowly retreated back.

Seeing that the bishop didn't respond, Akakajika nodded in satisfaction. Then went straight over the wall and left.

Upon seeing this, the priest ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sighed deeply.

He walked over to Helga with a heavy tone: "Sorry, child... I don't have the confidence to keep him."

"No...you...don't care..."

Helga's eyes were full of tears, she was still sobbing, and her voice was full of crying, but her tone was very organized: "Very...Thank you...Thank you very much..."

The middle-aged priest sighed again. He reached out and touched Helga's head lightly.

"Don't hold back, child, cry if you want."

Helga's cry stopped for a while. She opened her mouth and stiffened for a few seconds, then her whole body suddenly collapsed, and she fell on the priest's shoulder, hugged him tightly with both hands, and cried aloud.

At this time, the regular army had just arrived. Seeing this scene, they stopped in the distance, as if they were photographed in a certain atmosphere, and did not dare to approach.

For a time, only Helga's mournful cry echoed in the air. (To be continued.)