The demon hugged the Count, rushed for a short distance, then stopped, and at the same time spurted out blood full of sulfur smell.

Although Mahara is not a cleric, his spells are by no means easy to endure. The demon suffered this blow and was seriously injured.

In fact, if it left the Count and escaped by himself, it would have been easier to escape. But because of the contract, it can't do that.

The contract signed by the Tarakhan family and the demon is very harsh, for both parties. This contract required the Tarakhan family to provide a steady stream of sacrifices and offerings to the demons. This "stability" is mandatory. If the sacrifices are not enough, they will be offered by their own family members, and if they are not enough, they will be offered by themselves. At the same time, this contract also requires the devil to do his best to protect the Tarakhan family. This "do his best" is also mandatory, and he is forced to fill in his own life when necessary.

In the past hundred years, relying on this contract, the demon and the Tarakhan family have become unbreakable allies.

But today, the covenant between them has gradually cracked.

For example, just now, if it wasn't for the coercion of the contract, the demon had already tried to throw the Count and escaped by himself.

After all, there are many ways for a demon to escape.

But it can only think about it like this. The contract is so tight that even it can't find any loopholes to drill.

So, despite its unwillingness, it had to work hard to protect the Count.

The earl doesn't know the devil's mind, and he doesn't have the energy to think about it. At this moment, all his thoughts were spent on how to escape.

There are adventurers on both sides of the valley, there are in the sky, there are also by the river, and even in the valley, there are three terrifying giant dogs searching for them everywhere.

It looked as if they were doomed this time.

"Can you think of a way to escape?" the demon asked.

The count thought for a while, then shook his head slumpedly: "There is no way, I can't think of a way to come."

"Think again."

The count thought for a while and said, "Or... let's find a tree to climb up?"

"Is it a better idea than hiding in a swamp?"

"No."

"Then think about it again, it's not really impossible."

The count thought hard, but couldn't think of a way.

He is not stupid, but there is a limit to his intelligence. Most of the smart people in the world are limited. In order to accomplish something, certain conditions are always required.

Now his problem is that there are no conditions at all to take advantage of.

If he had just stepped into the valley, he had thousands of soldiers and nearly a hundred low-level demons, so he could attack directly. No matter how powerful those adventurers were, they couldn't stop such a huge army.

But he no longer had an army, all his army was damaged in that magic circle, and the rest must have been frightened.

There should be a group of clerics guarding the magic circle now. In the past, it was courting death.

On the other side of the valley, there is also a group of priests guarding.

"I've never heard that there are so many priests in that group of adventurers!" the earl said bitterly, "They are definitely hiding their strength! No, maybe they are the top leaders of a certain church!"

"It's possible if you think about it carefully," the demon said. "If it's not a high-level church, how can there be so many high-level priests..."

At this moment, it suddenly turned its head and looked in a certain direction.

In a glade not far away, a silver-haired girl in a doll-like lace dress suddenly appeared.

This girl has a cute little round face, and her short silver hair just reaches her chin, making her look cute. Although she was walking alone in the secluded forest, she was not afraid, but instead had a strange smile that seemed very pleasant, but this kind of happiness was not suitable for sharing with others.

She was holding a thick black book in her left hand and playing with a ball of silk thread in her right hand, looking very laid-back.

The demon made up his mind in just a split second.

No matter what her origins are, in short, eat her first!

For demons, human belief can certainly provide power, and flesh and blood and soul are also the source of power. Although it would be a bit wasteful to directly "take" it, but at this time, I can't care about wasting what is not wasted. First, get the strength to repair the body and then talk about it!

The speed of the demon's charge was extremely fast, and it was in front of him in an instant. But the girl didn't panic at all, just smiled.

At this moment of laughter, her shadow on the ground jumped up suddenly, turning into a **** mouth, spewing thick sulfurous smoke, and there was an endless buzzing sound, like a group of flies gathered together. .

The devil's face changed in an instant. Its sharp claws had already reached a distance of no more than half a foot from the girl's face, but this half-foot distance was like a moat and could not be surpassed.

On the contrary, its body trembled violently, as if a person in thin clothes had been thrown into the ice and snow.

The girl's shadow returned to the ground, looking no different at all. She still smiled strangely, and took out the book she was holding.

On the cover of the book is a huge fly, carrying the coat of arms of a double snake wrapped around a serrated sword.

The demon's body trembled even more, and sweat kept flowing from its body, and it only took a moment to soak the ground under its feet.

The girl didn't say anything, just smiled and stared at it.

The demon finally knelt down, and then it realized that it wasn't respectful enough, so it just lay down on the ground and put its head in front of the girl's feet - it didn't dare to lean directly, only a little bit to the side.

Even so, it was shaking.

The Count looked at all this doubtfully, not understanding what was going on.

Then, he saw the girl look at him.

In her eyes, he saw gunpowder smoke, flames, cracks in the ground, and the army of demons roaring and rushing out, merging with the angels who were waiting.

On this chaotic battlefield, a giant wearing a golden crown, stepping on a huge bull surrounded by flames, with fly-like wings behind his back, looked down at the battle without expression.

It clearly stood on the ground, but it showed a more sacred and inviolable majesty than the angels above.

On the forehead of the gigantic bull it is stepping on, there is the coat of arms of double snakes entwined with serrated swords.

In an instant, the count understood.

He finally knew who was in front of him—no, what "existence" was.

In the next moment, he ran without hesitation, trying his best, not knowing the direction, and desperate.

His mind has gone blank, all wisdom and cunning have vanished, and there is only one thought, as if roaring frantically.

run away! Run away! Run as far away as possible!

What is in front of you is far more terrifying than those adventurers, even more terrifying than "death". Compared to it, even dying under the swords of adventurers is not so terrifying and unacceptable.

He didn't realize that his tears and snot had already flowed out, and his face was smeared because of the wind. He didn't even realize that at this moment, his face was not only full of fear, but also had a distorted and crazy smile.

At this moment, how can he still look like an earl! Even if the beggars on the side of the road saw it, they would only mumble "Where is the lunatic".