Galen held Nami with one hand tightly and cried with her hands, and raised her sword with the other hand.

Slashed down with one sword.

Although Garen's sword is a heavy sword, the blade is still sharp, and it is even more sharp and unbearable to cut it down in the air by its own weight.

With a crisp sound like chopping melons and vegetables, Aaron's expression full of fear and panic was always frozen on his face.

After all, he cannot face death as freely as he said.

Paper tigers who are accustomed to abuse the weak will never learn this kind of freedom and freedom.

Nami did not go to see Aaron's death, but just leaned on Garen's chest and cried loudly.

She finally got rid of the nightmare and finally found a place that could make her cry and vent her pain like a normal girl.

Galen cooperated to let Nami vent her emotions in her arms, but her attention was attracted by the new changes in the system:

The powerful Aaron provided Garen with a huge amount of experience, and the benefits were far better than the dozen fishman soldiers and cadres who Garen killed before.

Garen successfully advanced to Level 6.

Garen's physical strength once again leaps with his level for a small stage.

He could roughly feel that if he met Major Hanmo again, he would probably not need to use a mouthful to confront him head-on.

The new skill obtained by upgrading to level 6 is not a random reward, but Garen's natal skill-

The sword rushes to the bull, the sun is shining, the mountains are trembling, the rivers and seas are in full swing, and the wind man E shows the beauty of flowers. I send him back to the spring water with a big sword.

Demacia is justice!

【Demacia Justice】:

"Galen summons the power of Demacia, causing huge damage to the target;"

"The higher the evil level of the target, the higher the damage it causes."

This skill is still very different from the game, and the skill description is so concise that Garen can't understand.

"What is the higher the evil degree of the target, the higher the damage it causes?"

Garen couldn't help asking about the system that was always standby.

The system responded to Garen's question at once:

"The damage caused by this skill will provide a damage increase of varying proportions based on the target's evil level."

"Depending on its level of evil?!"

Garen asked in confusion:

"How should we determine the degree of evil?"

The system replied again:

"Based on the host's concept of good and evil, comprehensive judgment is made based on the target's motive for evil and the degree of his behavior."

"The motive and the degree of malice?"

Galen chewed these two words carefully, and then suddenly his eyes lit up: "Wouldn't that mean..."

"The worse the effect of the evil deeds committed by the other party, the higher the increase in my skill damage?"

The same is done evil. The weak little pirate can only rob and kill people, while the powerful big pirate can commit the terrifying crime of massacre of city and country...

If the damage is increased by the degree of evil, then this [Demacia Justice] is a magical skill that is strong when encountering a powerful move.

This time the system replied coldly:

"There is no answer to this question, please explore it yourself."

Then this system without intelligence entered standby mode again, leaving Garen alone to explore.

And Galen still had many questions in his mind that could not be answered:

What is the conversion formula between skill damage increase and target evil level?

Is there an upper limit on the damage increase ratio?

How should the evil degree of the target be quantified?

Garen thought about it for a long time but still couldn't get the answer...

However, he finally figured out why the system said "there is no answer to this question"-

Because no matter how the damage increase is calculated, I will use this big sword to kill people...

As for those problems, you will know a few more people in the future.

As he thought about it, Galen finally walked out of the bend.

He was about to bring his spirit back to reality, but he was interrupted by the outside world's noise.

Bang bang bang bang!

A dull and rapid metal pounding sounded, but the source of the sound was Garen's thick breastplate.

Garen came to his senses and looked down, and found that Nami was waving her pink fists and hitting her chest with her pink fists all over her face.

Nami raised her head from Galen's arms and looked straight into Galen's eyes. Her fair cheeks, which had not dried up, were full of tempting shame and flushing, and she said to Galen with anger:

"How long do you want to hug me?!"

"Ahem..."

Only then did Garen realize his misconduct.

The audience next to them were looking at the "couple" who was hugging each other with blessings, enviousness, curiosity, or angry eyes.

The curious eyes came from Nami's sister Nokkigao. She looked at Nami and Garen's previous little interaction with interest, and a faint smile quietly rose from the corner of her mouth.

The angry eyes came from the sheriff Ajian who treated Nami as his daughter. Looking at the knight who hugged Nami tightly, his face was already dark.

"Damn it!"

Ajian finally couldn't help but shouted: "Let Nami go!"

Nami also flushed and fluttered in Garen's arms twice, but she still couldn't break free from Garen's solid arms.

"etc..."

Garen silently withdrew from the data mode and returned to his physical state in a white suit, and said seriously:

"I just wore armor and didn't feel like I hugging it."

"you!"

Nami gave Garen a shame and annoyed look, but gave up on the symbolic struggle.

When the two separated, Nami's face turned red into a cloud of red clouds, and she could no longer find the calmness of the thief cat before.

"Nami."

Garen looked at Nami's eyes and asked in a deep voice: "I have a question to ask you."

"kindness?"

Nami was slightly stunned, feeling the temperature on her face soared up a few degrees again, and the banging heartbeat had already echoed clearly in her ears.

She twisted for a long time before she blushed and said softly, "You, ask!"

But Galen suddenly turned his head and pointed one hand at the remaining fishmen who had been firmly controlled by the navy:

"Are there any of the fish over there who are as dead as Aaron?"

"Forehead?"

Nami's subtle and complex expression suddenly froze on her face.

Garen did not understand Nami's complex expression, but just continued to add to the problem:

"Is there anyone who wants to kill people, do evil, and stays in the world to waste food?"

"I'll go and save some food for the Navy."

"you...."

Nami stared at Garen speechlessly, and finally snorted again: "Hmph!"

And the fishmen over there were trembling all over when they heard it.

These lucky people had already made plans to go to the Navy Prison for dinner, but they didn't expect that the killing god would focus on them again.

Nami was frustrated for a while, but she still turned her scrutiny at the fishmen over there as Garen's request.

Except for the sentimental Octopus Xiaoba, the other fishman and mistresses were all unable to raise their heads by Nami's eyes.

"That guy!"

Nami pointed at a fishman whose head was buried the deepest, and said with gritted teeth:

"He likes torture humans the most!"

"In recent years, there have been no less than ten villagers he provoked and killed in several surrounding villages."
To be continued...