Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

This made Russell more and more focused, and he became more and more focused, concentrating his attention completely on the two swords and their owners.

Gradually, Russell began to experience a certain pleasure in this offensive, just like solving a problem. He constantly accepted the opponent's tests in a very short period of time and constantly resolved the opponent's offensive.

Russell's eyes became brighter and brighter, he was sweating, and even unconsciously showed a smile of enjoyment on his face. He unknowingly entered the state of incomparable concentration again.

However, the smile on Russell's face looked like a mockery and ridicule in the eyes of the already anxious Demon Centurion Nepirich, as if he was accusing him of incompetence.

The longer the attack went on, the more furious Nepirich became.

It wanted to use all four hands to grasp the long hilt of the sword and deliver a decisive blow. It believed that weak humans would not be able to withstand its full-strength attack.

However, once it could no longer maintain its previous violent offensive, Russell immediately launched a fierce counterattack in response.

Nepirich didn't take Russell's counterattack seriously at first, until Russell slashed its left front leg with a sword, leaving a deep wound.

This was the first time either side successfully hit the opponent.

The black blood with a fishy smell spurted out, which not only made Russell satisfied with the sharpness of the sword in his hand, but also made the demon centurion furious.

A ferocious and strange roar came out of its mouth. It could not tolerate itself being hurt by the weak food in front of it. Its heart was filled with boundless anger that needed to be released. It was furious.

The wound not only caused a painful scratch, but also a burning sensation as if it were on fire.

Russell's sword hit Nepirich's front leg, but it only allowed his two lower hands to hold the sword. However, at this moment, it was too mad to care about so much.

Nepirich once again swung his sword with both hands without hesitation, slashing down at Russell - no, it was more of a violent smash than a fierce slash.

The absolute power achieved certain results, and Russell had to hold the sword with both hands and struggle to meet the sword of the demon centurion.

Bang bang bang bang, with violent blows, Nepirich seemed to want to smash Russell into the ground, and he slashed down with sword after sword tirelessly.

One sword after another came so fast and so suddenly that Russell had no time to dodge. He could only take on this series of attacks one after another.

Russell gritted his teeth, letting the sweat flow down his forehead, and the soil under his feet became harder and harder with the hammering.

It’s almost done. The soil is already hard enough to apply force.

Russell was calculating in his mind, and at the moment Nepirich retracted his sword, he suddenly kicked outwards, leaped to the right, and his body rose with the sword. Then he suddenly twisted his waist and turned sideways, narrowly avoiding Nepirich's immediate slash.

Russell felt himself brushing against the sword blade, and his back even felt the blade becoming hot from the constant slashing.

However, the adventure was finally rewarded. Nepirich's sword was deeply embedded in the soil, and its huge body temporarily lost its center of gravity and leaned forward.

Looking at Russell flying towards it, Nepirich, who had no time to adjust his center of gravity, endured the severe pain, raised his left front hoof with all his strength, and kicked towards Russell's heart.

At the same time, its two empty hands, which were originally high above, suddenly slapped down.

However, in this kind of confrontation of equal levels, revealing a flaw first will doom it to failure.

Russell once again twisted his powerful waist in the air and dodged its front hooves in a very awkward posture.

Then Russell thrust the sword in his hand out with all his strength, and when it was about to be hit by the two hands above it, he pierced its chest, and at the same time, flames in his body surged out.

Then, it slapped Russell away with its two hands. Russell, holding the sword tightly in his hands, fell towards the acid swamp not far away.

Before falling into the acid swamp, Russell urgently covered every inch of his skin with flames.

The acid was quickly evaporated by the high-temperature flames, and the originally soft soil became hardened almost instantly. With a bang, Russell fell heavily on the dry ground.

However, Russell's previous attack had already decided the outcome. He jumped up from the hard ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then felt the strong soul of the demon centurion rushing towards his heart.

Russell gasped for breath, feeling the surging joy of the flames. The strength of this soul was greater than that of the "butler" he had killed before.

The huge body of the demon centurion was still in a downward slashing posture at this moment, its chest was still spurting black and smelly blood plasma, and its body gradually began to burn.

As the flames gradually became hotter, the flames burning its body were no longer simply orange, but began to fade and tend towards orange-yellow, keeping pace with the color surging from the tip of Russell's sword.

Russell felt the growth of strength, and also realized that his body was beginning to be unable to accommodate the more vigorous flames.

The forging knowledge he gained from the flame allowed him to know how to better "cast" his body.

However, before returning to the ship to carry out this step, the battlefield must be cleaned up first.

Russell smiled, first dragging the Demon Centurion's sword out of the mud, then holding it in his hand.

This was the first weapon of extraordinary quality that Russell had seized from the devil. Although the sword was almost two meters long, it was a bit too long for Russell and was obviously not suitable for him to use.

However, this sword has collided with the sword in Russell's hand countless times, and the materials of them seem to be comparable. Russell does not want to give up.

Russell believed that it could be melted down into a long weapon such as a lance, or melted into several handy swords.

Margaret needs a weapon, and Rosalyn might also want a staff, or perhaps one that could be melted into armor?

Russell pondered the weapon's purpose. He believed that as his flame power increased, he would be able to begin processing this material.

Then, Russell looked at the hill-like corpse of the Demon Centurion that was still burning fiercely. Although he had not yet figured out its purpose, he could not forget its "relics" this time.

However, at this moment, a falcon transformed from fire rushed out from the thick fog.

Its arrival made Russell's face change, which was the signal of danger he and Margaret had agreed upon.

056 Fusion

Russell didn't bother to wait for the body of the demon centurion to be burned clean.

After all, the body of the previous demon centurion burned for an entire afternoon, and this demon centurion's body was even larger. Although the intensity of the flames increased, Russell still couldn't estimate how long it would burn.

Russell put his sword back into the scabbard, held the sword as a trophy with both hands, turned around and hurried towards the Cornflower.

However, the direction in which the fire eagle made of red flames flew was inconsistent with the direction in Russell's memory.

It noticed that Russell was flying in a different direction from it, so it turned back and flew around Russell, flapping its wings. If it could imitate the sound, it would probably chirp anxiously.

Russell realized that some kind of accident might have happened on the Bluebonnet. He only had a brief doubt for half a second and decided to follow the Fire Eagle to take a look.

Russell's feet moved like the wind, and he dragged his long sword through the thick fog. Sure enough, he saw a faint shadow on the sea. It seemed that the Cornflower was circling, and the shadow chasing behind the Cornflower looked like a demon centurion flapping its wings.

It’s just right. I’ll use this new thing you brought to my door to test my current level.

Russell thought so in his heart and shouted: "Margaret! Rosalyn! I'm here!"

The Cornflower raised another bird of fire to indicate that it had received

The demon centurion turned around when he heard the sound. He saw the long sword held by Russell's hands, and his pupils shrank involuntarily.

That's Nepirich's sword! How did it end up in human hands? Could humans actually kill Nepirich?

Such important information must be reported to the general as soon as possible!

Then, the demon centurion immediately turned around, flapped its wings and flew away.

Russell breathed a sigh of relief.

"My Lord, here! Here!" At this time, Margaret's voice came from afar, and the Cornflower sailed towards Russell.

Russell jumped high with his sword and landed smoothly on the deck.

Margaret had already come forward. She took a look at the longsword that Russell had gently placed on the deck and recognized that it was the weapon belonging to the Demon Centurion, so a bright smile appeared on her face.

"I am here to welcome your triumphant return, my lord." Seeing Russell return, Margaret breathed a sigh of relief, and the haze that shrouded her heart finally dissipated.

"Ah, I killed the demon centurion and brought back its weapon." Russell said with a smile.

Only then did Russell find himself extremely happy. He felt that every bone and every muscle in this body seemed to be leaping for joy and cheering, and every inch of his skin was filled with joy, as if celebrating Russell's revenge.

It seems that his predecessor was indeed killed by the demon centurion.

At this moment, Russell felt that he had finally completed the fusion of his soul and this alien body, and he was finally completely accepted by this body.

The flames also flickered happily, as if they were happy that they no longer had to expend extra energy to help Russell control this body.

Russell felt that the amount of soul consumed by the flames every minute and every second suddenly halved, which meant that his life was extended to twice its previous length.

Killing two demon centurions allowed the souls accumulated in his body to burn for fifteen years, and now the consumption of the flames was halved again, which meant that he had thirty years of life left.

Russell breathed a sigh of relief after this nourishing meal. He no longer had a deadline to chase him, forcing him to hunt demons non-stop. This gave him a lot of leeway.

Margaret obviously knew that the evil centurion was her mortal enemy. She was so excited that she trembled all over and even shed tears.

Margaret threw herself into Russell's arms, buried her eyes in his chest, and trembled as she savored the joy and excitement of revenge, but was completely speechless for a moment.

At this time, Russell, who was still excited, forced himself to calm down.

He asked Rosaline, "What's going on? How did you get chased by that demon centurion? Also, I didn't expect the Cornflower to be so fast, and its sails aren't even open!"

Rosalyn said a little embarrassedly, "Uh, it's the underwater fish-luring magic circle that caused it... It attracted countless mackerel and herring. They kept jumping out of the water, making quite a noise, and then attracted the flapping demon centurion."

At this time, Margaret in Russell's arms also calmed down. She rubbed against Russell's chest, then raised her head and said, "Well, my lord, fortunately we had just completed the propulsion array, so we immediately weighed anchor and let the Cornflower leave it behind."

"Then Margaret said she couldn't leave you alone, so she asked me to control the magic circle and drag the flying demon centurion around Saint Margaret's Island. Then she controlled the fire eagle to find you." Rosalyn added with a smile, "Hehe, the big bat was scared away when it saw you!"

Russell nodded. He had roughly understood the whole story.

"There are new demons on this island now, and the gray fog has shrouded the place again. Unfortunately, the demon centurion can fly, and he flew away when he saw the situation was not good... My Lord, what are your plans? Do you want to stay here and clear out the demons?" Margaret continued to ask at this time.

"Hmm..." Russell just started to think, and before he could make up his mind, the three people on the boat immediately changed their expressions.

Because a powerful and evil pressure was coming from afar and was approaching the Cornflower.

Russell couldn't help but look up and saw that it was huge, like a small mountain hovering in the air. Even the thick fog could not cover its huge figure, and only the outline of the twisted black body could be seen.

Russell felt its eyes emitting a scarlet light, which pierced through the thick gray fog and locked onto his soul like a hook.

This kind of pressure is not comparable to that of the Demon Centurion. It can only be matched by a demon of a higher level than the Demon Centurion - a Demon General or even a Demon Lord.

There is absolutely no way we can defeat such an opponent right now.

Russell shouted quickly, "Quick! Rosalyn! Activate your propulsion array! Control the Cornflower and get away from here!"

"Yes!" Rosalyn trotted all the way to the control cabin.

Then the Cornflower suddenly accelerated, splitting the waves, cutting through the tides, and bumping along, it sped towards the vast ocean.

"General, those humans are running away!" The demon centurion who led the way hurriedly said to the demon general.

"Of course I know, I'm chasing it!" said the demon general indifferently. The gray fog also obscured its vision. It flapped its wings and squinted its eyes as it chased the ship that cut through the waves.

Then, the demon general suddenly swung out an air blade full of evil and stench, chasing the Cornflower from a distance.

Under Rosaline's control, the Cornflower made an urgent change of direction and avoided the black air blade.

Margaret, who was already a little seasick, immediately began to retch after the violent turbulence.

Russell shouted, "Margaret! Go back to the cabin! I'll be the only one on deck!"

Margaret knew that staying on the deck would only be a hindrance, so she stumbled and struggled to drag the two-handed sword that Russell had seized into the cabin.

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057 Pursuit

Russell stayed on the deck only to delay the enemy when the Cornflower was about to be caught up, and to buy a little time for Rosaline to control the Cornflower and escape.

To this end, Russell tried hard to maintain his balance amidst the turbulence, sudden changes of direction and even sudden acceleration of the ship.

The ocean cut by the air blade raised huge waves, and the waves turned into torrential rain, smashing down on the swaying Cornflower.

At this moment, Russell's whole body was soaked by the sea water. The sea water was turning into a rain curtain, falling from the curly hair close to his scalp, blocking his vision.

However, the Cornflower, which was tossing and turning in the rough sea, did not succeed in shaking off the demon general.

On the contrary, that huge evil aura was getting closer and closer.

You can't just dodge and take hits like this. Any successful defense must be accompanied by a counterattack.

Russell thought so.

Therefore, he tried hard to adjust his center of gravity, drew the sword from his waist, held the sword tightly with both hands, and raised the sword high above his head.

Immediately afterwards, the huge waves caused by the air blade once again submerged Russell.

However, this time it was different. A ray of orange-yellow sword light cut through the huge waves, and the sword energy composed of the fire light flew straight towards the distance.

Because the Cornflower dodged again in an emergency, Russell's sword energy deviated from its original target and did not hit the huge evil.

Russell was not satisfied with this sword at first. He just tried to fight back and successfully cut out the sword energy.

However, after slashing down with the sword, Russell felt that there was something wrong with the way he exerted his strength. He felt as if he had the strength but couldn't use it. It seemed that he hadn't found the trick yet.

So, Russell began to try various things. He waved his sword and casually slashed out countless sword energies containing fire, but the power was not satisfactory to him.

The demon centurion flapped his wings vigorously and barely followed his general.