"There is sothing wrong with you!" The la man glared at Galen and the sword slashing toward him, quickly leaping away.
Sure enough, as the blade edge sliced through the air, an incredibly piercing shriek echoed out.
The la demon could not help but frown, shutting his eyes.
If he had remained at close range and allowed that blade edge to graze his head, the shriek likely would have knocked him unconscious.
Then Galen definitely could have thrust his sword through the gaps in the necrotic flesh and pierced right through his skull.
Even though he had already retreated a fair distance, he still felt dizzy from the sound.
At this mont, the la demon's mind was thrown into turmoil.
This Holy Knight's knowledge of him was far too detailed.
Furthermore, the man had found him far too easily.
A terrifying thought surfaced in the la demon's mind.
The mont the thought arose, the la demon imdiately chose to flee.
His lower limbs rapidly expanded. Utilizing his power with ruthless violence, the la demon's running speed far exceeded normal limits, and he vanished at the end of the sewers in an instant.
Galen stood in place, sniffing the putrid stench in the air.
Then, he quickly headed off in a different direction.
Except for his head, most of the la demon's body was replaced by necrotic flesh.
And in this process, the stench produced by the rotting necrotic flesh was actually composed of microscopic particles of necrotic flesh.
Therefore, although the path the la demon took would leave a faint stench, if soone pursued him along that route, he would detect them.
When a person walked past, they would naturally beco tainted with a bit of that rot. By tracking the movent of these putrid scents, he could judge the path of anyone passing through.
The reason he had entered the sewers with such a nervous expression earlier was that he had sensed soone's path overlapping with his own.
Galen narrowed his eyes slightly and rapidly gave chase from another direction.
On the other side, after discovering that Galen had not pursued him directly, the fleeing la demon's expression of fear beca even more pronounced.
The next mont, the la demon was startled to see a young boy appear not far ahead.
"Demon!" Al's expression hardened. His slightly unusual ears twitched; his elven bloodline granted him extrely agile reflexes.
The mont he spotted the la demon, he imdiately raised his bow and arrows.
He nocked an arrow and cald his mind-spirit.
An arrow flew forward!
The arrow pierced the air, bringing with it a sharp whistling sound.
Elven Secret Art: Echoing Arrow!
It could create unique vibrations, allowing those nearby to sense the exact location of the arrow.
After Al awakened his bloodline, even though so people in the family household had no intention of acknowledging him, his elven bloodline still prompted several family elders to bring him back, providing him with the family's inherited elven secret arts.
Facing this shot, the la demon did not even attempt to dodge, simply letting the arrow pierce through him.
Possessing necrotic flesh, he was not the least bit afraid of ordinary injuries.
As long as such piercing wounds did not land on his head, he had absolutely no need to care about them.
Filled with terror, the la demon imdiately ran toward another direction.
Perhaps he could kill Al, but that would be far too much of a waste of ti.
Seeing this, Al had no intention of letting his target go.
Nocking another arrow, Al rapidly pursued the demon.
He had to catch this demon and get clues from him; it might be the only way he could save Fass!
"Damn it!" The la demon ducked into another sewer tunnel, only to quickly spot Brent and Isabella appearing ahead of him.
It was obvious that these clerics had sohow latched onto his trail and ford an encirclent around him. 'I must have exposed a flaw when I went up earlier to investigate the news about the Floating Whale's pregnancy,' the la demon cursed inwardly.
Even if the Floating Whales mated, people like them could not imdiately use the opportunity to pass through.
The Church would inevitably impose strict controls.
Every year, many wanted criminals who attempted to flee to another whaleback ended up being caught.
Smuggling oneself to other whalebacks required connections. Without prior preparations, a man like him with a dark history could not possibly reach another whaleback safely.
"I have never caused any trouble. Why mobilize so many clerics just to catch ?!" the la demon asked, utterly perplexed.
However, Brent had absolutely no intention of answering him.
The sword in his hand vibrated slightly, and a ripple began to radiate from the blade edge.
Secret Art: Wave Blade!
Seeing this, the la demon could no longer hold back. A massive amount of desires surfaced, condensing into even more necrotic flesh.
In an instant, he entered his ultimate form, a six-ard demon with two extra arms growing from his chest and two more from his back.
The la demon let out a muffled grunt and charged toward Brent.
At this mont, he finally understood that escaping easily was no longer a viable option.
To find a way out, there was only one thod...
"Take a hostage!" Although he was charging at Brent, the la demon's gaze had locked onto Isabella.
Given Isabella's level of beauty, he was absolutely certain that many of these people must be fond of her.
As long as he captured Isabella, he could definitely seek life in death.
The necrotic flesh expanded rapidly, displaying terrifying attribute values.
He felt that with his current strength, even a so-called Iron Rank being might be killed by him in a single punch.
Yet in the next mont, the sword move transmitted through the ripples, slicing off his swinging arms.
Following that ca divine, pure white flas.
The necrotic flesh was rapidly incinerated.
The flawless coordination between Brent and Isabella proved to the la demon that he was nothing more than an arrogant fool.
Brent swiftly swung his sword, the blade edge seemingly bypassing the limits of distance altogether as it rapidly severed the la demon's limbs.
No matter how much physical strength he possessed, right now he was nothing more than a living target.
To avoid being swiftly whittled down to the bone, the la demon had no choice but to adjust his muscle density to increase his defensive capabilities. However, because this tensed his muscles, his reaction and movent speeds plumted, making it even more impossible for him to escape.
"Give up your resistance, demon."
"Only by surrendering and revealing everything about the Construct Protocol can you secure a way out." Just then, Isabella's voice rang out, giving the la demon a fleeting mont of hope.
Although he did not trust the Church, at this point, it seed he still had so bargaining chips left to struggle with...
But in the very next mont, a sharp sword thrust out from an unknown angle, instantly piercing right through the la demon's head.
Galen, who had taken a different path earlier, pulled out his sword with a stern expression.
Astonishnt froze on the demon's face. He stared at Galen, his mouth trembling slightly as if he wanted to say sothing. However, a second later, his entire body rapidly decayed. All the necrotic flesh quickly rotted away, ultimately turning into a lump of black gelatinous goo.
Astonishnt also appeared on Galen's face.
He seemingly had not expected that he would actually kill this demon monster with a single sword strike.
Not far away, Brent and Isabella were also stunned.
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