Chapter 61 Help Me Hold Him Down

“Don’t hurt the child!”

There was a scream from behind, and Clown recognized it as Evelynna's voice.

He remained unmoved, his eyes still fixed on admonishing the man who already had obvious mutated features.

The man let out a low growl from his throat, like a wounded beast, but his running movement really stopped.

"No, don't hurt Janice, don't," the man's expression was fierce, but his tone was somewhat weak.

The green color on his face became even darker, and then he squatted on the ground again, hugged his head and clenched his teeth.

You can see that he is in pain, but there is a soft light in his eyes.

Light footsteps sounded from behind Crown, and the nun ran over and hugged the girl he was carrying.

She glared at him fiercely, wrinkled her small nose, and turned away.

"I was careful in my attack," Crown defended himself and walked forward towards the man.

"Knight, kill Del, he has turned into a monster."

"Yes, if we don't kill him, someone else will get hurt."

Crown turned around, took a quick look, and whispered, "Do I need you to teach me how to do things?"

Under the accumulated pressure, everyone fell silent.

He continued walking forward and stopped four or five meters in front of the man.

"Kill, kill me, I can't control myself anymore."

Del's eyes were misty, and he said with infinite attachment: "I hope Janice can stay in the church."

"Have you ever used holy water?"

"I drank some and vomited it all out. It's too late. My transformation had already begun before I drank the holy water. Kill me, please."

"Cooperate with me in this experiment, and maybe you can still be saved."

The experiment that Crown originally planned had not yet been done, but he happened to have a very good experimental subject, so he decided to give it a try to see if the effect would be good.

The man suddenly looked up: "I still have hope."

"If you don't give up, there will be hope." Crown himself was not sure, but his words were firm and decisive.

He took out a mind-clearing talisman and a golden talisman, exerted force on his wrist, and the talismans flew over and landed right in front of the man.

"The silver one should be placed on the forehead, and the gold one on the chest."

The clarity in Del's eyes was intense for a moment. He grabbed the Heart-Clearing Talisman and stuck it on his forehead. When he grabbed the Golden Light Talisman, his hand immediately shrank back as if he had been electrocuted.

Clown saw clearly that the moment the man's hand touched the talisman, the golden talisman emitted a faint golden light and a faint gray mist emerged from his hand.

Del's face showed disgust and fear, and his body shrank back.

A minute passed, and Clown saw that the bloodshot in the other's eyes had faded a lot, but the blue lines on his face had not decreased at all, and had even increased slightly.

His voice was slightly cold: "If you can't overcome your current instinct and stick the talisman on your chest, you won't be able to stop the evil from invading. In the end, I will still kill you."

"Think about your daughter, she is your last relative."

Perhaps it was the effect of the talisman, or perhaps it was his words that aroused the man's hope. Del tore his linen clothes into pieces with his hands, revealing his somewhat skinny chest.

"Ha," he said in a low voice, as if to encourage himself.

Then he suddenly grabbed the golden talisman and slammed it hard on his chest.

"ah"

A high-pitched scream sounded, and Del suddenly stood up with his fists clenched. He raised his head and roared towards the sky.

Clown carefully observed the golden talisman and saw the brilliant light flowing on it. The green lines on the man's body seemed to be driven away by some force and moved to other places.

Gradually, the man's chest returned to normal, and the luster of the golden talisman became dimmer and dimmer.

"Why haven't you killed him yet? Why is he making noise here?" Geralt's voice came from behind.

"Hey, isn't that the paper you gave me stuck on his face? Is it useful?" The witcher walked up to Crown and stood side by side with him.

"Of course it works," Clown said with a hint of pride, "I may be the only one in the world who has this ability. You don't know what's good!"

"Why don't you give me some of the gold paper on his chest? You are not a good friend." The demon hunter pointed at the glowing talisman and said, "What's the use of the gold paper?"

"Exorcise the influence of evil spirits."

Crown watched as the green lines on Del's body stopped fading and remained in a stalemate with the golden light.

The man's body was shaking, and his face was covered in cold sweat, with a slight hint of green.

"Tsk tsk, good trick! But it's a pity that he can't hold on for much longer. If a mortal bears the pull of two extraordinary powers, he will definitely die."

Geralt commented, and glanced at the people around him, "Give me two pieces of gold paper."

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"This is called the Golden Light Talisman. I'll give you one for free. If you need it in the future, it's the same price as the Purifying Talisman." Clown took out two Golden Light Talismans and handed them to the demon hunter.

Geralt reached out to take it, and he immediately raised his hand. "Help me get a large bowl and fill it with water, and then this good thing will be yours."

The demon hunter didn't move. He turned around and whistled, "Girl, I just saved you. Can you fill my bowl with water? That's not too much to ask, right?"

"I'll go now. I have a name. Call me Sister Avina."

After a while, the nun brought the thing and handed it to the witcher.

"Thanks, we don't owe each other anything." The witcher took the bowl and turned around to hand it over again: "Here's the food."

Clown held a golden talisman between his two fingers, and the talisman paper spontaneously combusted. He threw the talisman into the bowl, gave the remaining one and took the bowl.

"How did you do that?"

Geralt was stunned by this coquettish operation: "You don't really have the blood of a pyromancer, do you?"

Crown smiled pretentiously: "Secret."

Not long after he refined the golden talisman, he discovered that, perhaps due to the effect of the Sunfire Liquid, the ignition point of this talisman was very low.

He had just performed the Flame Breathing Technique, which released a tiny bit of the fire element's spirituality, which then caused the golden talisman to spontaneously combust.

However, this is not a good sign. If the Golden Light Talisman encounters any monster or evil spirit with fire attribute, it will be useless.

The demon hunter snorted coldly and put away the talisman in his hand: "I want to see what tricks you have. If you can cure this poor guy, I promise to introduce you to a beautiful sorceress."

Crowne did not comment on this promise which did not provide any real improvement. He looked at Del, who had collapsed to the ground, and his voice of encouragement was weak.

The talisman burned out, and the water in the bowl turned into a bowl of steaming golden soup.

The witcher sniffed: "The smell of sunshine?"

Nodding gently: "Help me hold him down and don't let him move."

"This stuff can be taken orally," Geralt muttered to himself, and flew forward to bully Del, pressing him face up into the ground.

Crown walked forward, squatted down, and pried his mouth open with one hand.

Judging from the effect of the golden talisman on him, this is definitely a strong medicine. If it doesn't work, he will die, and if it works, he will also die.

Let God judge his fate.

With a sigh in his heart, Crown pointed the bowl towards Del's mouth.

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