The girl was secretly pleased with her passable acting skills, and with them she successfully drew out the demon dwelling in the church.
This confirms that the rumors about demons in Victor Town are indeed true.
"You killed the most respected priest in Victor town before, then disguised yourself as him and lurked in the church, waiting for an opportunity to do evil!"
Completely different from the image of the "innocent girl" just a moment ago, and from the soft voice she used when reciting prayers, the girl's words were now clear and bright, like a divine wind surrounding her, penetrating through everything visible in the church.
"A mere human brat dares to act arrogantly before me! The human knights once sent their so-called elites, claiming they would annihilate me, but look what happened—"
Their flesh and blood became nourishment in the stomach of the deity, and their bones shattered into the bricks and tiles of the deity's lair!
"What a pity, my gains today are neither knights nor legions, but merely a little girl who hasn't fully matured yet!"
The demon snorted, indicating that he was disgusted, and then tried to provoke the demon by using language, just like humans.
"However, it's been a long time since I've tasted the tenderness of a little girl's body!"
Faced with the audacity of the monster before her, the girl's face hardened with displeasure. "No—I'm not the only one who can deal with monsters. Besides, my companions and I are enough here!"
Speaking of her companions, she declared confidently, her gaze unconsciously drifting elsewhere.
"Two?" The demon realized that the girl was still waiting for her companions to "reinforce" her.
They had been preparing for tonight's demon-hunting operation for a long time and had made careful arrangements.
The demon moved at a speed disproportionate to its robust physique, its demonic breath stirring the air with a force that smashed aside benches and chairs blocking its path or nearby. Its target was its prey, the girl, whom it had already locked onto.
"Then I'll make sure you turn into a pile of bones before reinforcements arrive—"
"Felsa!"
As if in response to the girl's words—a dark shadow flashed across the moonlit ground. Immediately afterward, the windowpane was shattered by a sharp object, shards scattering everywhere.
A man burst in from outside, stepping onto the sturdy railing above. He then leaped off, gliding swiftly through the air to close in and sever the demon's right arm, which it had used to shield itself. The entire process was completed almost in the blink of an eye, leaving the enemy completely unprepared.
Even the only source of light—the flickering candlelight—was extinguished instantly by the man's freezing breath, followed by a wave of scorching heat that mingled with the darkness of the church.
The demon stared vengefully at the enemy who had severed one of its limbs with a pair of blood-red, twisted, and terrifying eagle eyes.
Blood, excruciating pain, and rage did not drive the demon into a mad frenzy; instead, they fueled its growing excitement.
At some point, a sticky mass of flesh had grown from the severed part of his right arm, and the wound was rapidly healing.
"It could move so fast, faster than I could even see, that it swept past me and its prey, and 'took' my arm away! What on earth is this...?"
The demon watched the man who had burst into the church with caution. His figure, clad in a coat the same color as night, seemed to fade into the darkness, becoming indistinct and difficult to discern.
In contrast, he had a head of white hair that stood out from all the darkness.
As for the longsword he held, it shone strangely in the night at that moment—it flashed with the red light of flames and burned unrestrainedly in its transparent, icy blade.
Black and white, ice and fire—the man who stormed into the church was a paradox, a being that fused two extreme elements into one.
The demon revealed an unprecedented sinister smile.
"Did all the powerful warriors of the human race perish in the Northern Expedition? They actually sent two greenhorn brats instead. This gives me absolutely no interest in tormenting them!"
Having said that, it burst into loud, unrestrained laughter.
Indeed, the two warriors before us, who were fighting demons, were only just entering adulthood.
The girl rarely showed anger, while the man responded to the demon's provocation with silence. Moreover, centered on his figure, the color of the flame faded, and a chilling aura, enough to erode the surrounding darkness, quietly emanated.
The magical factors, which took the form of blue particles, gradually merged into this chilling aura and spread rapidly.
Philsa Danlitaire, a magic swordsman who wields dual elements. That's the young man's name.
The girl, who had always been protected by the divine phoenix, began to chant faster without anyone noticing. Until a bright green light rose from the ground, and a magic-sealing array covering the entire church was instantly formed.
The Storm Chaser—Shirley Hausenwell. This is the girl's name.
"Chris's followers are going to become ghosts before the Virgin Mary, what a terrible irony! I will feast on your flesh and blood before your gods!"
As the wild words and laughter reached their ears, the two also sensed the increasingly pervasive dark demonic aura unique to demons.
Even before its "hunt" began, its demonic aura already showed a devouring momentum.
"You're sorely mistaken to think I'd show mercy in front of Chris's Virgin Mary. Mary is not my God. And there is no such thing as a merciful God in this world!"
After muttering his battle declaration to himself, the man recited a short incantation. Instantly, a surge of icy energy erupted from him. Faintly, the fire element, the antithesis of ice, also quietly revived.
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