The brother and sister are from the heart of the Grand Duchy, born into a knight family, and have a complete knight heritage.

Brother Kent and sister Gemma.

If no foreign gods sent their followers in, they would definitely be able to live well with their strength.

certainly,

Let’s not talk about it now.

Even though the brother and sister were already legendary knights, they were still worried and lived a precarious life.

“Drip, drip…”

The drizzle is like a curtain, making the valley hazy.

The two men huddled under a protruding rock, applying ointment while observing the environment on the field.

In addition to the two of them, there were more than twenty people in the valley, nearly half of whom were legendary knights.

"Black Wolf Thief!"

Kent's eyes fell on one of them and whispered, "That man should be the leader of the Black Wolf Bandits, Blood Wolf. He has a cruel and bloodthirsty personality. I didn't expect him to be captured as well."

My sister Gemma nodded.

"And the sand bandits. They have always been unruly, but this time they obeyed orders obediently."

As if he was disgusted with the brother and sister's incompetence, Carl took action again and captured more than 20 people.

Among them were the leader of the Black Wolf Bandits, Blood Wolf, and the leaders of the Sand Bandits...

I don’t know if it was intentional, but except for the brother and sister, everyone else looked ferocious.

That's normal.

In today's world, if one did not have a perverse personality, he would have long been a submissive subject of foreign gods.

Carl was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the valley, his body covered in flames surging like blood, motionless.

The invisible aura is like a mountain, covering the entire valley.

The once unruly blood wolves and ferocious and vicious sand bandits also subconsciously lowered their heads and dared not look any longer.

“Hmm…”

Carl suddenly opened his eyes, and the flames in front of him lingered and changed, turning into a three-dimensional image.

Look closely.

The image is centered on the valley where everyone is located, and expands for hundreds of miles in all directions, with clear terrain.

"Everyone must bring a follower of a lower-level god to me every ten days for me to devour. If you fail to do so, you will be burned to death as punishment."

He clenched his hand and activated the fire restriction, causing everyone in the field to groan and tremble.

"If you attract middle-ranking or upper-ranking relatives..."

Carl's mouth curled up slightly:

“There’s a reward!”

"There are at least hundreds of gods' followers in this area. Each of you choose a direction to act as bait."

Everyone looked at each other, except the leader of the Black Wolf Bandits, Blood Wolf, whose eyes were filled with fanaticism. He stood up, bowed to Carl, and flew away.

* * * A flash of light broke through the darkness.

The middle-level follower of the God of the Sun held a spear in his hand and looked at the fleeing figure in front of him with a cold face.

"Blood Wolf?"

"A legendary indigenous knight dared to ruin my business. He is really courting death!"

There was a flash of light, and after a few breaths, they reached the front of the blood wolf, and their followers, holding spears, were ready to kill the opponent.

But there was no fear on the Blood Wolf's face, instead there was ecstasy.

Huh? The follower was stunned, and before he could come to his senses, he felt a terrifying aura surging from below, instantly submerging him.

"Bang!"

Carl withdrew his hand and glanced at the data panel.

Essence +17 "Not bad."

Nodding towards the Blood Wolf, he took out a fruit containing the origin from the void bag and threw it over.

"Your reward!"

"Thank you!" Blood Wolf took the fruit, swallowed it in one gulp without checking it, and fell to the ground, regulating his breathing silently.

soon.

He opened his eyes, felt the fighting spirit surging in his body, and the twitching of his cheek muscles that could stop the waiter from crying at night.

"Fight and kill."

After thinking for a while, Blood Wolf looked at Carl who was sitting cross-legged in the field, suppressed the fear in his heart, and asked respectfully: "If I want to advance to the Holy Knight, what do I need to do?"

"Holy Knight?" Carl opened his eyes, glanced at the blood wolf, and said slowly: "Two upper-level followers or eight middle-level followers, complete the task, and I will help you advance."

The blood wolf licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

…………

Two lower-level followers were chasing a group of sand bandits, and when they were about to succeed, Carl suddenly appeared.

Source +11 A middle-level follower sensed something was wrong in advance and turned to flee, but was caught up by Carl and killed from a distance.

Source +16 Three gods' followers came to investigate the disappearance of their followers, but were led to the valley by the Kent brothers and sisters and killed.

…………

Lower-rank followers can provide 5 to 10 points of essence, middle-rank followers can provide 13 to 20 points, and upper-rank followers have the biggest difference, ranging from 20 to 50 points.

As for the demigods...

It's estimated to be at least a hundred! Two months later.

Name: Carl

Physical fitness: 100 Mental strength: 64 Essence: 0 Cultivation: Three-ring wizard, forbidden knight

Bloodline: Abyssal Giant Squid (100%), Lich (30%), Pale Wing (remnant)...

The physical fitness finally reached the 100 mark! It's not that it can't be improved further, but every increase in physical fitness will consume 50 points of essence.

If there is no breakthrough in realm, increasing a certain value is not very useful.

It is better to use it to enhance mental strength.

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"Fight and kill!"

A bandit stood up and said, trying hard to suppress his anger, "We have been leading the gods' followers to you recently. We have aroused their vigilance. Now there are almost no gods' followers alone, and even if they find us, they will not chase us too far."

"We can't go on like this!"

Carl, who was closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, slowly opened his eyes and looked directly at the other person: "So..."

"So the task you assigned is too difficult. Can you relax the conditions or wait for a while before talking about it?"

The sand bandit spoke tentatively.

As soon as the voice fell, his expression froze, then his cheeks twitched, and he fell to the ground screaming.

The restriction in his body had already been activated, the flames were burning his internal organs, bones and flesh, and even his seven orifices were spewing flames.

"ah!"

"ah……"

“Mercy! Mercy!”

The bandit's screams were so miserable that the others turned pale and subconsciously stayed away from him.

“I will never do that again!!!”

Carl remained indifferent and unmoved until the other party was tortured to death, then he stopped the restriction.

"I only want my followers, nothing else matters."

In other words, whether the task is difficult or not is up to you, I just want to see the results.

Looking up, he seemed to sense something rising into the sky, and soon he threw the bloody wolf covered in wounds to the ground.

"You killed the lower-ranking dependents?"

"..." Blood Wolf's body trembled. "I want to lure a high-ranking follower over here. I can only have a chance if I kill the low-ranking follower he likes."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his words, he was hit in the chest by a huge force, and flew a hundred meters away with blood spitting out of his mouth.

"The gods' followers are mine!" Carl looked at the blood wolf with a cold voice:

"No one can touch it without my permission!"

“Puff!” Blood Wolf spat out blood, struggled and fell to the ground, covering the haze in his eyes, and said heavily:

"yes."

…………

“Level 2!”

The blood wolf licked the corner of his mouth and looked at the evil god's followers in front of him, with fear and a bit of fanaticism in his eyes.

He already has the merits needed to advance to the second level, and all he needs to do is lead the few people ahead of him.

"Blood Wolf!"

Just as he was about to make a move, a familiar voice sounded:

"Chat?"

"Huang Feng?" Blood Wolf turned his head and looked at the bandit leader, his eyes narrowed: "What do we have to talk about?"

"Heh..." Huang Feng, wrapped in yellow sand, landed beside the Blood Wolf and looked up at the gods' followers in front of him: "You want to lead them to the fight?"

"Hmm?" Blood Wolf's face darkened: "You want to steal my business?"

"No!" Huang Feng shook his head: "I just want to remind you that fighting that monster is completely inhumane. As his bait, we will lose our lives sooner or later. Have you ever seen a fisherman who would be stingy with his bait?"

"Hmm..." Blood Wolf's eyes moved slightly: "What do you mean?"

"The monster was able to easily kill two mid-level followers. Its strength is probably mid-to-late third level." Huang Feng said:

"It's definitely not more than level three, otherwise they wouldn't let us attract the gods' followers in batches."

"Don't you want to get out of his control?"

"Ha!" Blood Wolf sneered, "We have restrictions placed on us by him, and we can get rid of them if we want to, unless someone helps us to do it..."

"Um?"

His eyes changed slightly: "Are you planning to seek refuge with the gods?"

(End of this chapter)