Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"Hahahaha! Francine! Hahahaha! Renatus! I've already told you, don't underestimate the soul master!" Brochar, who escaped death, laughed again.

Renatus' selfless attack made it feel the deepest fear. The tearing pain from the depths of its soul made it crazy, and it urgently needed to vent.

"Renatus, how could your mediocre soul magic possibly be able to deal with me?"

"Do you really think that the half of my soul you tore off didn't contain my consciousness?"

"Do you think that just because you ordered Francine not to go near this secret room, I have no other power to command it? Don't forget, that's my soul!"

"Come, come! Come here! Close to me! Let's become one again!"

Brochar, who escaped death, loudly ordered the mechanical puppet. Even though it was very weak now and could do almost nothing, as long as it was allowed to merge with most of its soul, it would recover immediately and then kill all the annoying humans in front of it.

Therefore, there was joy in Brochard's tone.

Half of the robot's body had begun to lean towards the painting, but her legs were still firmly nailed in place, and her eyes just stared blankly past Russell and looked at Renatus's face.

After a moment, Francine said in a trembling voice, "D-Dad?"

Rosalyn, who was still gasping in Margaret's arms, turned her head immediately and looked intently at Renatus when she heard Francine say this.

"Ah, it's me, Francine." Brochard was extremely weak. Renatus was determined to die together with him, so naturally he was not much better off.

Renatus forced a smile and said, "It's been a long time since we last met. It's great that you're still so energetic."

"Dad? Dad!" Rosalyn didn't know where she got the strength from. She ran over yelling and bumped into Renatus' arms.

Old Renatus wiped the tears from Rosalin's face with his dry hands: "Oh, I didn't expect Rosalin to have grown into a beautiful young lady. You almost knocked Dad to pieces."

Rosalyn choked up, unable to form a complete sentence: "Well, Dad, I, I finally, found you."

Although Rosalyn had imagined the scene of reuniting with her father countless times, none of her imaginations could match the reunion she was experiencing today.

Unlike the father Rosalin imagined who was as strong as a mountain and as deep as an ocean to protect her, Rosalin felt that her father was so light that he could be blown away by the wind. So she hugged her father tightly, fearing that he would leave her, and her tears rolled down.

Renatus gave a weak smile, "Well, sorry, thank you for the hard work, Rosalyn."

"What a touching scene of father and daughter reuniting! Renatus, I'm a kind-hearted demon. I can't bear to see family members separated. Why don't I send you and your daughter on your journey together? Your souls will be entangled together, and together they will become my nourishment, my food!"

Brochard started to make a noise that spoiled the mood.

"Dolls! Kill them!"

Brochard gave Francine an order.

Every inch of metal and every part of Francine's body seemed to be struggling. Her body swayed and twisted into many positions that were impossible for a human to perform.

In the end, she managed to maintain her balance, retracted her limbs, and her ten fingers had now grown sharp blades as she faced Rosaline.

Russell had already held down his sword, blocking Francine.

"No, no." Rosalyn, her eyes red, tugged at Russell's clothes, her tone full of pleading, "She is Francine, my sister."

Russell nodded slightly and agreed.

Russell decided that if a fight broke out, he would try not to destroy Francine's central module, but only cut off her limbs to make her unable to fight, and then find a way out.

Francine's body was still facing Rosalyn. She twisted her neck with difficulty, gradually turning her face 120 degrees.

Francine stared directly at the strange painting and said coldly, "I'm not a puppet. My name is Francine."

091 Bewitching

The frail Renatus laughed heartily, "Hahahaha! Well said, Francine! You're my daughter, Rosalyn's sister, not some puppet!"

All the paint on the painting shifted to one side, as if Brochard's face was twisted with anger.

You're a piece of shit, Francine! Your soul is still mine!

Brochard completely overlooked the fact that these souls were also plundered from other humans.

It had just summoned Francine to save it against her will, and it had already consumed a lot of the hidden power it had planted in Francine's soul.

This resulted in Brochard being unable to continue to force Francine to obey in the short term.

Therefore, after being firmly rejected by Francine, Broschar suppressed his anger and changed his strategy.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Francine's mind. Francine recognized it as the same voice in the painting.

"Don't you feel resentment, Francine? Toward this father who abandoned you, and this inexplicable sister?"

"Don't you resent Renatus for leaving without saying goodbye? Don't you resent him for cursing you and bringing down the storm? Don't you resent him for treating you as a substitute for your so-called 'sister'?"

Since Brochard's soul was entangled with Renatus, he naturally knew many of Renatus's memories.

Before she knew it, Francine had turned her head back, and her emotionless, inorganic eyes stared at the weak and old Renatus.

Renatus was already very weak. He used his dry, claw-like hands to stroke his daughter Rosaline's hair, as if he wanted to make up for all the regrets of separation from his daughter when he was young.

"Look! Francine, you're just a replacement. Look at your so-called 'dad'! He only has eyes for Rosalyn. Look, does he even glance at you? There's not a trace of you in his eyes at all!"

Brochard continued to encourage.

"And your so-called 'sister', how many years have you lived alone on this island? Has your sister ever come to visit you? She was just looking for her father and happened to meet you! They are father and daughter, you are just an outsider, they are just using you, don't let them fool you!"

"Look at Rosaline's man again. He's never trusted you! Look at his wariness towards you! Look at his hand on the hilt of his sword, his sharp eyes, his downward pressure! Look at how he's ready to attack at any moment! He's only on guard against you!"

It was natural for Russell to be on guard against Francine. Since Francine could be commanded by Brochard to attack Renatus once, it was natural that she would be commanded a second time.

Therefore, although Brochard remained quiet for the time being (Russell was unaware that Brochard was secretly communicating with Francine through the fragments of his soul), Russell did not let his guard down against this demon centurion.

Russell was still on edge and remained vigilant against Brochard and Francine at all times.

Brochard used this defensive posture as an argument: "Francine, see clearly, we are on the same side! They don't regard you as a relative at all. In their eyes, you are just a mechanical puppet!"

Francine's chin dropped slightly, as if agreeing with Brochard.

Brochar was overjoyed and was about to strike while the iron was hot, but Renatus, whose soul was entangled with Brochar's, seemed to see through his trick. Renatus turned his head weakly towards Francine and said, "Come, Francine, let Daddy hold you too..."

Renatus seemed to have completely lost his strength. He waved his hands imperceptibly and grinned slightly.

"Don't go over there, Francine. Don't forget, it was your attack that caused Renatus's magic to backfire and injure him like this. They will never trust you. This is just a trick to trick you into falling into their trap."

At this time, Brochard began to try to sow discord from another direction, seemingly kindly reminding Francine of the mistake she had just made.

Whether Francine was motivated by guilt and remorse or by suspicion and anger, it made no difference to Brochard.

Brochard was very afraid of Russell's swordsmanship that could hurt the soul. He knew very well that if his own soul had not been hurt and would have been fed back to Renatus, Russell would have swung his sword long ago.

What Brochar needs to do is to delay it for long enough time until it recovers some strength, and then completely devour Francine's soul, so that he can find an opportunity to turn the tables.

Not only does it need souls to nourish it, but it also needs to use Francine's soul to gain access to the castle and use numerous mechanisms to have the possibility of resisting Russell.

And Broschar has two ways to devour Francine's soul.

The first is that Brochar accumulates enough strength and forcibly uses magic to devour it, which requires a delay of some time.

The second method can work immediately, provided that Francine is made to hesitate, hate, and lose her mind, so that Brochar can call upon the last bit of his soul remaining in Francine's soul to achieve a big win with a small effort.

So Brochard was gathering his energy while also trying to sow discord in Francine's mind.

It cannot be said that Brochard's provocation was completely ineffective. Francine hesitated and did not take a step forward.

"Yes! That's it, Francine! They can't be trusted!"

Brochard was delighted and struck while the iron was hot.

But Rosalyn raised her head and said to Russell, "I believe in Francine. I believe in my sister. Russell, let Francine come over. Daddy and I want to hug her."

Rosalyn's eyes were clear and firm, and Russell nodded and turned away.

Russell stared at the painting, as if choosing where to start cutting.

This undisguised fierce look made Brochard feel uneasy, and he continued to try his best to seduce Francine.

Under Rosalyn's gaze and Brochard's instigation, Francine finally took a slow step and came to her father and sister.

She knelt on one knee, her metal knee making a heavy sound, and she extended her metal palm to her father and sister.

Brochard continued chattering, "Yes, now is the time! At this distance, no one can stop you two from striking!"

"You're so loud, you devil," Francine finally said, her lips moving. "Can't we just be quiet for a while?"

"Hahaha! Cough cough cough, cough cough!" Renatus laughed out loud. He laughed so happily that he started coughing immediately.

Francine was at a loss, and she imitated Rosalyn, clumsily patting Renatus's back with her hands.

Renatus finally caught his breath and laughed loudly at Brochar: "I knew you, idiot, were trying to seduce my daughter! Did you think I didn't notice your trick? Now the fragments of your soul left in her body are almost gone! You can no longer control her! My daughter is completely free!"

"What?" Brochard's voice was distorted.

The demon general never expected that his backup plan was seen through by Renatus. He began to wonder whether his idea of ​​delaying time and accumulating strength was also seen through by Renatus.

But at this point, it only had a little time left to successfully drag Francine's soul to the point where it could forcibly devour her, but it still stubbornly pressed forward with its plan.

"Why do you think I gave you the opportunity to forcibly summon Francine to attack me?" Renatus asked loudly.

The great wizard's face was abnormally flushed, and he suddenly became energetic. "If I were to perish with you, the twisted and filthy soul you left in Francine's body would probably have a significant impact on her. You, such a cunning creature, might even make a comeback one day. Now, Francine's will belongs entirely to her!"

"I have to thank you, Brochard, for letting me see the day when my two daughters grow up! I have no regrets anymore!"

Renatus laughed heartily.

Then Renatus leaned in the arms of his two daughters and pointed forcefully at the painting: "Come on, Russell! Remember your promise to me, and then, give that guy a hard blow with your sword!"

The orange-yellow sword energy whizzed out, smashing the strange oil painting into pieces.

Renatus closed his eyes with a flushed face.

And at the moment when the sword energy slashed towards the picture frame, Francine covered her head and screamed.

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092 Heart

Soon, Francine's screams turned into deep, deep laughter.

"Hahahaha, hahahahahaha! You never thought, Renatus, that I won the bet in the end!"

At the critical moment, Brochard launched a desperate gamble alone. He ignored the fact that his strength had not yet recovered and tried his best to let his broken soul escape from the frame.

Fortunately, the action went more smoothly than it had imagined. It did not encounter any obstacles and successfully controlled the body of the mechanical doll. It laughed triumphantly.

It felt very proud as it looked at Renatus, who had closed his eyes, and Rosaline, who was holding Renatus's body.

"Don't be angry, little girl, I will send you to reunite with Renatus right now!" Brochar laughed triumphantly, and stretched out his cold metal right hand towards Rosalin who was close at hand.

It summoned the sharp blade hidden in its fingers, and it couldn't wait to hear the pleasant sound of the blade piercing its heart.

However, it found that "its" hand did not obey its command and could not be lifted at all, let alone touch Rosaline.

"Move, right hand, why don't you move!" Brochard shouted angrily.

Then it heard another voice from the depths of its soul, an angry female voice: "Don't even think about... don't even think about hurting my sister!"

Then, Brochard discovered that the hands that did not obey his command were raised up involuntarily, and they tightly grasped the heart of the mechanical doll and were about to crush it.

"Asshole! Stop it! Stop it!"

Brochard was so shocked that he mobilized all his soul to fight against Francine's soul, and only then did he reluctantly stop the hands.

The mechanical puppet was now trembling all over, and every part and gear of it seemed to be engaged in a fierce struggle.

Rosalyn looked at Russell with pleading eyes, and Russell shook his head helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Rosaline. After I swung that sword just now, I tried to save my father-in-law, but unfortunately I failed." Russell whispered regretfully in Rosaline's ear.

Russell discovered that his resurrection powers had limits.

Renatus Catisius, whose body had completely aged due to the burning of his own soul, could not be resurrected by the flames.

Russell frowned, speculating on the possibility of resurrection failure.

Is it because Renatus' body has aged so much that it cannot be resurrected by the soul formed by fire?

Or is it that some other condition is missing? For example, before their resurrection, Margaret and Rosaline both glowed due to some kind of obsession. Is the light represented by this obsession a prerequisite for resurrection?

Moreover, Margaret and Rosaline were both resurrected in the gray fog. Do such environmental conditions need to be met?

Well, there are other possibilities, such as...