Devil's Bible

Chapter 137 Kill
"Something's wrong with you!" The lame man looked at Galen and the sword that was slashing at him, and quickly jumped away.

Sure enough, as the sword blade sliced ​​through, an extremely sharp shriek rang out.

The lame demon frowned and closed his eyes.

If he had been at close range just now, and that blade had grazed his head, the shriek would probably have made him faint.

Then Galen could definitely pierce their heads with a single sword through the gaps in the necrotic flesh.

Even though he had retreated some distance, he still felt dizzy from the sound.

The lame demon's mind was in turmoil at this moment.

This paladin has an extremely detailed understanding of himself.

Plus, the other party found me so easily.

A terrible thought arose in the mind of the lame demon.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the lame demon chose to flee.

Its lower limbs swelled rapidly, and with ruthless violence, the lame demon ran at a speed far exceeding normal, disappearing into the end of the sewer in an instant.

Galen stood there, sniffing the stench in the air.

They then quickly walked in different directions.

Apart from its head, most of the lame demon's body is made up of necrotic flesh.

In this process, the stench produced by the decaying necrotic flesh is actually from tiny bits of necrotic flesh.

Therefore, although the path the lame demon walks leaves a faint stench, it will be discovered by him if anyone follows it.

When a person walks by, they will naturally pick up some stench. By observing the movement of this stench, one can determine the path of the person passing by.

The reason he entered the sewer with such a tense expression was because he sensed someone was following the same path as him.

Galen narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly gave chase from another direction.

On the other side, the limping demon who was fleeing showed even more obvious fear on his face after realizing that Galen was not chasing after him.

The next moment, the lame demon was startled and saw a boy appear not far away.

"A demon!" Al's expression hardened, and his ears twitched slightly, a twitch that was unusual for humans. His elven blood gave him extremely quick reflexes.

The moment he spotted the lame demon, he immediately grabbed his bow and arrows.

He gripped the arrow, calming his mind.

An arrow flies!
The arrow sliced ​​through the air with a whooshing sound.

Elf Secret Technique: Signal Arrow!

It can create unique vibrations, allowing those around it to sense the location of the arrow.

After Al awakened his bloodline, although some people in the family did not intend to acknowledge him, his elven bloodline still led several elders to find him and provide him with the family's inherited elven secret techniques.

Faced with the arrow, the lame demon didn't even try to dodge, letting the arrow pierce through him.

Having necrotic flesh, he was completely unafraid of ordinary injuries.

He doesn't need to worry about penetrating wounds as long as they don't hit his head.

Filled with fear, the lame demon immediately ran in the other direction.

He might be able to kill Al, but that would be too much of a waste of time.

Seeing this, Al did not intend to let the other party go.

Picking up an arrow, Al quickly chased after the demon.

He must capture this demon and obtain clues from it, which might allow him to save Phos!
"Damn it!!" The lame demon darted into another sewer and soon saw Brent and Isabella appear in front of him.

Clearly, these clergymen had somehow found his trail and surrounded him. "He must have given himself away when he went up to investigate the whale's offspring," the lame demon cursed inwardly.

Even if the floating whales mate, these people cannot immediately use this method to pass through.

The church will inevitably exercise control.

Every year, many wanted criminals try to escape onto the back of another whale, only to be caught in the process.

Smuggling to the back of another whale also requires connections. Without prior preparation, someone like him with something on his plate would have no chance of safely reaching the back of another whale.

"I've never caused any trouble, so why are so many clergy being sent to arrest me?!" the lame demon asked, puzzled.

However, Brent did not respond to the other party at all.

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and then a ripple began to emanate from the blade.

Secret Technique: Wave Sword!
Upon seeing this, the lame demon could no longer bear it, and a surge of desire arose, which then coalesced into even more necrotic flesh.

In an instant, he entered his ultimate state—a six-armed demon with two extra arms on his chest and two extra arms on his back.

The lame demon grunted and charged toward Brent.

At this moment, he realized that escaping easily was not so simple.

There is only one way to find a way to survive—

"Take a hostage!" Although he was rushing towards Brent, the lame demon's gaze fell on Isabella.

Given Isabella's beauty, he was absolutely certain that many of these people would be attracted to her.

As long as he captures Isabella, he will definitely be able to survive.

The necrotic flesh expanded rapidly, displaying terrifying numerical values.

He felt that with his current strength, even a so-called Iron Seed could probably be killed by him with a single punch.

However, the next moment, the sword strike was transmitted with the ripples, severing his swinging arm.

Then came the holy, pure white flames.

The necrotic flesh was quickly burned.

Brent and Isabella's perfect teamwork showed the lame man that he was nothing but an arrogant and conceited man.

Brent swung his sword swiftly, the blade seemingly leaping over the limitations of distance, and quickly severed the lame limb.

No matter how strong he was, at this moment he could only become a target.

To avoid being quickly shredded into a dried-up corpse, the lame demon could only adjust the density of his muscles to increase his defense. However, this would reduce his reaction and movement speed due to the tension in his muscles, making it even harder for him to escape.

"Give up the resistance, you demon."

"Only by surrendering and confessing everything about the fabricated agreement can you have a chance to live." Just then, Isabella's voice rang out, giving the lame demon a moment of hope.

Although he didn't believe in the church, at this point, he seemed to still have some leverage to fight back...

But the next moment, a sharp sword appeared out of nowhere and pierced through the lame demon's head in an instant.

Galen, who had taken the other route, drew his sword with a serious expression.

But astonishment lingered on the demon's face. He looked at Galen, his lips trembling slightly as if he wanted to say something, but in the next moment, his entire body rapidly decayed. The necrotic flesh quickly rotted and became a black, gelatinous mass.

Galen's face also showed surprise.

Seemingly surprised, he killed the demon monster with a single sword strike.

Brent and Isabella, who were not far away, were also stunned.

(End of this chapter)