Chapter 11: Tough Nick
"The chicken thief is the black goat in the chicken farm."
"Black goat?"
Lockent exclaimed.
As they were talking, they soon came to the corner of the livestock farm.
Nick stopped not far from the chicken farm and said, "Bring out the black goat."
No one moved.
The priest took a glance and snorted, "I'm just worried that the fight might damage your things. If you don't mind, I'll have no problem going in."
Crown asked softly, "Father, is there any danger?"
"No, the evil spirit has not realized it has been exposed, otherwise, it would have already escaped."
At this moment, the fat female maid in the chicken farm saw a group of people coming, including her boss, and hurried out of the chicken farm.
"Mr. Lockent, Father."
Lockent nodded and said, "Vasha, go and get that black goat out."
The maid didn't understand what was going on, but she did as she was told.
There are three goats in the chicken farm, one black and two brown, so there is no way to confuse them.
The black goat was brought out, still eating grass in its mouth.
The priest stared at the goat with interest for a while, and ordered: "You guys move back, the farther the better."
Several people followed suit and left.
After the few people walked away, Nick took a few steps forward and ran towards the black goat. At the same time, the flail in his hand lit up red.
After the flail was thrown, the explosion scene that Crown had imagined did not occur.
I saw a stream of black gas gushing out of the black goat's seven orifices. It stood up and its body swelled.
Its limbs became abnormally strong, the hooves on its lower body were exceptionally large, the hooves on its upper limbs turned into human hands, and its nails turned into sharp claws.
The goat's face didn't change much, except that the black hair on it faded a lot and its eyes turned blood red.
The horns on its head became thicker and more curved, with black smoke lingering over them.
The transformed sheep-headed monster grabbed the spiked metal ball on the flail with its left hand, and a playful expression appeared on its face.
The goat-headed monster swung its arms violently, and the priest was thrown into the air.
It swung the flail and smashed the priest to the ground.
Nick didn't look embarrassed when he landed, he stood firmly on the ground.
Clown finally let go of his worry. The goat-headed monster's movements were extremely swift and he was very worried that the priest would die before accomplishing his mission.
If that were the case, everyone here would be buried with him.
As Nick landed, he stepped back and dragged the sheep-headed monster towards him.
He raised his round shield and smacked the monster in the face.
The noses of most creatures are fragile, and the goat-headed monster is no exception.
Crown saw that its black nose had collapsed and turned blood red.
The goat-headed monster loosened his grip on the flail and took a few steps back in pain.
Instead of taking the opportunity to attack again, Nick took a few steps back.
He muttered a few words quickly, raised his left hand, and a blazing red flame burned on the round shield.
The sheep-headed monster roared angrily and stomped the ground hard with its right leg, causing a circle of dust to rise immediately.
At this moment, pale blue flames also lit up on its hooves.
As the fireworks rose, a layer of white frost condensed on the ground with it as the center.
The tips of the goat-headed monster's hair were also covered with a layer of snow-white.
When the dust settled, Crown noticed with his sharp eyes that there was an obvious depression on the ground.
"Woo"
A low roar came from its mouth, and Crown discovered that its teeth had turned into the serrated shape of a carnivore.
With his pistol drawn, Crown prepared to lend a helping hand to the priest.
Nick laughed wildly, swung the flail and rushed forward.
The monster refused to give in and stomped its hooves again, pouncing forward with its sharp claws waving.
The man and the monster wrestled with each other so fast that Clown could only see two afterimages.
His wish to help was dashed, as the fighting between the two parties was so fast that his eyes seemed unable to keep up with their movements.
Depressions of varying depths continued to appear on the ground, and Crown's heart was filled with excitement.
The fact that the mysterious man could actually unleash such destructive power only strengthened his determination to scrape together enough money to become a Crusader.
No, he wanted to make more money. Becoming a Crusader was just the beginning. The priest once said that daily training was expensive.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
After about five minutes, the two seemed to have decided the winner.
The sheep-headed monster rolled and flew far away, then got up in a panic.
Nick stood where the battle had just taken place, just slightly out of breath.
Crown seized the opportunity and quickly shot the bullet of justice directly at the goat-headed monster.
“Bang, bang.”
He emptied the magazine, and the six bullets formed a standard cross, embedded in the monster's chest.
Crown's eyes shrank sharply. At a distance of more than thirty meters, the pistol bullets could not penetrate the enemy's muscles and skin.
He swallowed his saliva and realized how big the gap was between him and the extraordinary creatures.
Although the wounds he caused to the monster were only superficial, he hurt it.
The sheep-headed monster looked at him and roared twice fiercely.
Nick adjusted his breathing and strode towards the monster.
The sheep-headed monster roared fiercely but weakly and kept retreating.
Suddenly, it turned around and ran away at such a speed that only a black afterimage was left behind.
It ran to the fence, jumped high, and easily crossed the several-meter-high fence.
Nick did not chase after him; he swung the handle of the flail.
The iron ball above seemed to be burned red and turned into a fireball.
He swung the flail out with all his strength, a red light flashed, and in the blink of an eye it hit the sheep-headed monster in the air.
The monster fell heavily outside the wall, and the iron ball on the flail completely sank into its back.
Lockent ran to Nick excitedly and said, "Praise the Lord of Fire. If it weren't for you, Father, we would have died in the mouth of this monster."
Nick placed his hand on his chest and responded calmly: "Praise the Lord of Fire. It is the Lord who gave me the courage and strength to defeat evil. Sir, you can make more donations to the church."
Clown was walking towards this side, and when he heard the priest's words, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Dedication means donation, and the priest said it so directly and naturally.
"Yes, I will make an offering to the church this Sunday, and I am willing to make an offering to the church on the first Sunday of every month."
At first, Crown thought that the owner of the livestock farm was very wealthy, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved.
In this age when evil walks the earth, if you have a good relationship with a priest who can slay monsters, your life and property will be greatly protected.
Doing this is obviously giving up small money to save big money.
Crown found out why his business started later than Ronnie's but he was richer than Ronnie.
This is the pattern. No wonder Lockent has been able to grow so big and strong.
(End of this chapter)