Chapter 23

The demon came out of the darkness slowly. With the help of the weak light outside, Rolle finally saw its whole picture.

The body is like a mound of sticky mashed potatoes in the shape of a hill. The surface is covered with a layer of black viscous substances, like pouring a layer of black pepper sauce. More than a dozen waving tentacles on the body are like squid tentacles dotted on it.

This is a new version of the ship he has never seen. It's more delicious than those he's seen in his hometown... Oh, no, it's terrible.

As the devil moved forward, he waved his tentacles and wantonly destroyed the buildings and trees along the way. Those tentacles were infinitely powerful and extremely sharp. They just swept them at random and cut the church hall into several sections like tofu.

"Don't look directly at it, don't listen to its nonsense, and stabilize your mind!"

The doctor said in a low voice. There was another flurry of words in his mouth. He waved a short staff in his hand and knocked on Rolle's forehead to put a translucent barrier on his blessing.

Then he knocked on his forehead and made up a barrier for himself.

"We are like mole ants in its eyes. We don't necessarily notice us. First step back slowly, open the distance, be careful, and don't attract its attention."

The doctor went on.

Rolle nodded and could see that the doctor was still very experienced, which was consistent with his own experience.

They moved back slowly with light hands and feet, avoiding the moving route of the demon.

The demon seems to be looking for something. The huge body like a hill has been twisting left and right, but it didn't find anything, so it roared again and again, including irritability and anger.

The doctor quickly covered his ears with his hands and clenched his lips to prevent himself from making a sound.

His face was very painful. There were wisps of blood seeping from his eyes, nostrils and corners of his mouth. There was a dark red between the fingers covering his ears.

He is struggling against mental pollution, and it is difficult to move half a minute under his feet.

Rolle originally wanted to drag him away, but he first stretched out an arm, put the doctor's arm on it, and dragged him into an alley by the side of the road.

Mr. tank is back.

He was not stupid. He carefully didn't make any sound. He handed a sword in his hand that he didn't know where to find, and then asked with his mouth:

"What should we do now?"

Rolle took out his sword and took a look. The quality and workmanship were very general, lack of maintenance, not too sharp, and even rusty.

But it doesn't matter. As long as the sword is in hand, he will have the strength to fight.

But at this time, the demon suddenly noticed something, and several tentacles swept here like lightning.

The houses on both sides of the alley were instantly cut into a pile of broken bricks and tiles. Rolle and the other three were no longer exposed to the devil.

The doctor bit the tip of his tongue, forced himself to recover some spirit, broke free from the tank and pushed them.

"You run!"

Then, he held his trembling body firmly in front of the demon.

He suffered from serious mental pollution, his sight was blurred, and various illusions appeared from time to time. In front of him, he showed his life like a horse lantern.

He is an extraordinary researcher who has made many academic achievements in medicine, but he is not good at fighting.

But he is also a doctor whose duty is to protect patients.

In a vague sight, he saw a figure rushing towards the terrible demon.

It should be... Just an illusion?

But the next second, he felt a majestic pressure like a mountain break out nearby.

Rolle's out of the sword.

His right hand held the hilt from the bottom and held the rusty long sword in his hand.

At this moment, the wind stopped, the demons no longer roared, and the air around seemed to solidify.

Then, Rolle's figure disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he had come to the top of the devil's head.

With an unexplained movement in physics, he adjusted his posture in the air, his head down, his hands holding his sword, pointing directly to the top of the monster.

Then, his figure disappeared again, and suddenly appeared at the foot of the demon, holding the rusty sword in his hand.

A shining sword light cut through the darkness and crossed the middle of the monster's huge body from top to bottom.

The next second, countless tiny sword lights twinkled on the demon, fleeting, but continuous. It looked like a gorgeous fireworks blooming on it.

The action of the demon stopped

Then the body and arrogant tentacles of the hill became small pieces, scattered and fell, and the whole body collapsed in an instant.

This is the second of the profound meanings of family fencing

The name is "two"

Originally, there were names like "Qi blade pocket cutting", "Qi man vertical cutting" and "dragon climbing sword". Later, I felt too ashamed and changed them.

Rolle took a look at the scattered pieces of magic objects. It seemed that he was not dead. He was still twisting and struggling on the ground.

"Sure enough, one sword is not enough? Your strength can rank fifth among those I met."

He whispered to himself, the rusty sword was sheathed again, and his right hand brushed gently on the handle of the sword.

The sword light reappeared again, accurately cut on those fragments, and decomposed them into strands of hair like thin filaments.

These filaments suddenly lost their activity, and the rapid weathering melted into the air.

Rolle closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

Every time he kills a demon, he can get a kind of physical and spiritual relaxation and comfort. The lingering self blame and guilt will be diluted a little, and even the air he breathes seems to be sweet.

But he soon frowned again and muttered in a low voice:

"The weapon is not very handy. The last sword is not perfect..."

Then he pulled out the embroidered sword again. Only the hilt was pulled out

Sure enough, the sword was broken in its scabbard.

Without weapons, he began to feel guilty again. He was ready to leave quickly with the doctor and tank.

As soon as Kai took a step, he felt as if he had stepped on something.

He bent down to pick it up and glanced at it.

The shape is very special. It is a bit like a fish bone and an arrow with barbs. It is only half as long as a finger.

Although I don't know, I have a feeling in my heart that this thing is very special, and intuitively there is no danger, and there is no evil and stench of demons.

He didn't have time to think about it. He put it in his pocket, ran back to the doctor and patted Mr. tank on the shoulder.

Mr. tank had no God in his eyes. The whole person was stunned in situ. He was patted on the shoulder and seemed to wake up.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?"