Rocher brought the manpower to control the situation, suffered heavy casualties of the mental impact of the mercenaries, only a few of them still barely retain their sanity, but the body has appeared obvious signs of demonization, nails into claws, large black scales on the body, the face has also appeared a considerable degree of variation, almost can not be seen is human.
"What about them? Rocher crouched next to Char, her metal armor so heavy it was hard to imagine her strength. "Can we help them?"
"Let me see..." Char mused that he suspected that the veteran demon hunter and experienced wizard knew how to save these people, but he could not, and he urgently needed to learn more about demonology.
"Graddiu, do you understand? How can we make them human again?" He asked in his mind.
"There may be a way, but I haven't cared about that kind of thing. I don't think it's reversible." "No," replied Gladius hesitantly, "do you have a problem, just kill them all, they can't live in this state without sucking their souls, but where are you going to get the souls to feed these semi-great demons?" Really make a mess of myself."
Shire was silent for a moment.
I can't help them -- I can't help them.
All he could say to Rocher was, "... There's no way to help them."
Gazing thoughtfully at the men, Rocher walked over and asked the surviving mercenaries, "Where is your leader?"
A mutated man pointed his misshapen arm at Tibert, who was lying on the ground, half his body bitten off and half his lung slipping out of his ribs.
"We've decided to take you in until things are sorted out. You go that way. That's the direction of the camp." "Rocher said.
"Is there any way we can change back?" "Said a mercenary despairingly.
"Yes, but I need time to check some hypotheses." "Rocher said.
They sighed, turned their backs, and dragged their mangled bodies out.
Rocher ran his hand through the air and gestured to the soldiers next to him, so they quickly drew their bows and set their arrows, and before the mercenaries could react, seven or eight arrows flew toward them, piercing their bodies and knocking the transformed mercenaries to the ground.
Then Rocher went over and cut open their chests himself to make sure they weren't playing dead.
"Take them all back to camp and burn them together." Rocher orders.
Shire looked at the scene in front of him, momentarily disappointed. He took the witch's potion out of his knapsack. There was still part of it, almost gone, and he tried to dig out the purple mud to apply to the wound on his back, but he couldn't reach it.
"Is that a salve? Rocher looked back and saw Shire.
"Yes." Shire moves hard.
"You'll have to take off your coat." She came over.
Shire wanted to do so, but a slight move, the back wound is a heart-wrenching pain.
"Be careful." Rocher took off his own armor, unbuttoned Char's coat, set it aside, and took off his coat.
She went down on one knee next to Char, observing his wound. "It pierced your back."
"Just fine." Shire wheezing, pain, all forms of pain he has tasted, so the pain tolerance is also slightly improved, "this is inevitable."
Rocher let the soldiers take over a pot of wine, she took out a handkerchief from the inside of the armor, stained wine with the handkerchief, slowly scrubbing around the wound, cleaning up the dirty blood, the texture of the silk cloth is very soft, like expensive silk, let Shire feel itchy.
"Does your excellency feel any pain? Unfortunately, there are sword hands on both sides."
"No... No..." To be honest, Char's a little shy.
"Are you really seventeen? You must be thirteen." "Muttered Graddius." Tell her you're having a physical reaction, ask her to help with it, and she'll say yes."
Rocher spread the ointment evenly over the wound, then wrapped a bandage around Char's body to cover it up. Charles could not help thinking that Etienne's body was riddled with scars and tattoos and curses, and that perhaps Charles would one day be like that. In fact, the scar is still a small matter, as a demon hunter, active in the front line of the battle with the devil, it is impossible to let the body clean as new, Shire is only afraid of leaving disability or any other injury that affects the action.
Shire slowly stood up, feel much better, he put on clothes, strength recovered eight or nine points.
Rocher put the armor back on his hand.
"Lord Shire, any thoughts on what to do with the body of the winged demon?"
"Take it back, and I'll eat it slowly." Graddiu was in high spirits.
"Eat?" Char puzzled, "Don't you only eat souls?"
"Looking slowly, its body is made of demonic substance, although it is inferior demonic substance, but it can also allow me to do a lot of interesting things." You wouldn't want a suit of armor that was invulnerable."
Char nodded and said to Rocher, "Excuse me, can you help me carry it back to the church?" Put a cloth over his body so that no one can see it."
"Understood." Rocher sends his compliments to Shire.
They took some time to get back to the camp and looked at the Shire, his body stained with blood, and the people were in awe, because neither Rocher nor her own soldiers showed signs of battle. Their reverence for the Shire was heightened when they saw the body of the demon being dragged back by the horse.
"Demon Hunter."
"A real hunter."
"If it wasn't for him, how would we fight one of those things?"
"Does anyone know his name?"
"Charles, his name is Charles. But I don't know where."
They were excited and talking to each other.
The camp had been somewhat dead and gloomy, but when the Shire returned from their victory, they lit the brazier, and the sounds of cheering, clinking glasses, and playing cards began again, and life was no longer hopeless for them, and there was something to look forward to.
They cheerfully loaded the demon's body on a large wagon and gleefully pointed at its ugly remains, oblivious to the horror it had once caused.
Hope is better than fear, as long as there is a good start, the hardest part is over. He was glad that these soldiers had seen the power of the devil, that it could be defeated, and that word of mouth would eventually spread to people the idea that the devil was not invincible, and that as this idea was established, people would be more confident in fighting the devil and have a better chance of winning.
Now Char just wanted to rest... No, there was no rest. He walked around the camp in the direction of the roses to find where the camp prostitutes were, and he saw a tall, sharp-looking woman with her hair perched high on her head.
"Looking for Alicia?"
"That's right." Char said with certainty, not expecting himself to say it so quickly, as if he had become bold overnight. "I want her."
The woman smiled strangely at Char.
'Are you serious? "She asked." Don't be ridiculous."
"What's the problem?" Shire did not understand.
"You didn't ride her yesterday, so why come today?"
"What's the difference between riding and not riding? I want her to accompany me." Shire said disapprovingly. "I can pay for it."
"I don't want your money." Alicia emerged from her little tent with a stubborn voice.
Charles was glad to see Alicia, and he pulled back the curtains and went into the lighted tent.
"You're hurt." She looked at Shire.
"We get hurt all the time. It's inevitable." Shire explained.
"Then won't you die? Die in battle?" Alicia was afraid. "When are you going to die?"
"How do I know when I'm going to die? I'm not going to die." 'said Shire.
Well, with Gladius on the case, it wouldn't hurt to be badly hurt.
"When did your family die?" "Asked Graddiu.
Alicia looked at Shire worriedly.
"Take off your coat and let me wash it for you."
"All right."
She put the blood-stained wool coat into the copper basin, and a large pool of dirty blood melted in the water, but Alicia did not care about it, and rubbed it freely.
"You won?"
"If you lose, it's all over." Shire some fear, "It is a very terrible enemy, great force, can fly, release mental interference."
Wait, the Shire came back to God, before they saw a huge demon shadow in the dark, so the talent of the crossbow team shot the first arrow empty, but the battle is too fierce, just left and worried, actually did not go to check what the shadow is! This put Shire back into deep worry.
"Why do you look worried? It's already been killed." Alicia didn't understand.
"The demons are endless, they are addicted to the soul, they must continue to eat the soul to survive and grow strong, we are in their eyes as resources and food, they will continue to enter the world." "Murmured Shire.
"Demons from another world?"
"Yes, demons are monsters from other worlds. In that world, the number of demons is endless. As a demon hunter, you can't keep fighting it alone."
"Oh, how impressive! Alicia knew better than to understand.
The more Shire thought about it, the more he felt he had something to say.
"You know what? I think the army is strong. Although an army of mortals cannot fight demons, they cannot resist the attack of demonic sorcery, and their minds are easily broken. But an army of well-trained demon hunters is different, thousands of them in one place, and it is not the devil who will never stop killing, but the hunter. No matter how strong the devil is, and how many hunters are defeated, there will always be experienced warriors who are ready to protect the world."
"Ah..." Alicia mused. "Isn't that how you steal goats?"
'What do you mean?
"There was once a man who had a lot of sheep in his house. When the sheep pen was broken, the wolves came to eat the sheep every day. He went to fight the wolves, but the wolves kept coming in."
"What about him?" Shire heart move.
"He mended the sheepfold so that the Wolf could not come in. Instead of constantly fighting and fighting with demons, why don't you come up with a way to make it impossible for demons to enter this world?" Alicia wiped the blood stains off her coat.