Time flies, and fifteen days are like the golden sand on the seashore, walking away between your fingers. No matter how hard you try, you can't get it back.
For the Death Banshee and Grimoire, who have long lives, these days are like ordinary steps in daily life, which can be completely ignored. However, for Downton, they are the first and most important stage in life.
Relying on the faint light of fluorescent bryophytes, Downton seizes every second to improve his strength in this dark and forgotten city.
Loneliness, loneliness, and the death threat posed by undead creatures everywhere, these negative emotions were all submerged in the massive sweat shed by Downton, without making any waves.
In the backyard of the blacksmith shop, a dangerous fight was going on.
Celes completed her task brilliantly and brought in thirty-six ordinary ghouls, almost filling half of the courtyard.
Downton was wearing a set of light black knight armor, holding a large ogre saber and fighting hard.
Seeing such a large group of ghouls chasing Downton, Celes was very nervous and cast spells as fast as she could to help him alleviate the crisis.
The white phosphorus fire arrows were fired like a continuous crossbow, one after another blasting into the group of ghouls, causing rotten flesh to fly and piercing many bodies.
"Celeste, your attack frequency is too fast, don't scatter them!" Downton dodged, dodged the claw attack of the ghoul in front of him, and cut off half of its head with a smooth knife.
The repelling power of the phosphorus fire arrows is not small. Celes' attack will scatter the ghouls, which will reduce the space for Downton to escape.
"Oh!" Celes responded, but her face was full of confusion. She didn't understand why she was being scolded?
"Idiot, a ghoul without a soul seal has not yet developed an IQ. He just relies on instinct to chase his prey. The monsters that Downton originally gathered behind him will disperse." Homer scolded.
Numbers 3 and 4 serve as human shields. Under Downton's command, they constantly move and block positions. In addition, by retreating and running, they can completely form a 'V'-shaped defense to defeat the zombies.
The ghost group is controlled within the area in front of you.
In this way, Downton will face no more than three ghouls at the same time, which will make the fight much easier.
The ghouls that Celes dispersed would not take the initiative to return to the team, but would rush straight towards Downton.
"No. 3, move three steps to the left and get stuck. No. 4, come back and defend closely to protect my right side!" Downton adjusted the position of the ghoul servant in time and accelerated the retreat.
The ghoul at the front roared and rushed forward. Before he could get close, Downton slashed him on the shoulder, and half of his chest was cut open.
The ogre saber is two meters long and has a slightly curved arc. Although the rune magic circle on it has been broken due to lack of maintenance for too long and cannot be activated, it is an excellent mid-grade weapon and has been carefully polished.
Finally, the sharpness is unquestionable.
Although it is not as good as tearing apart dragon teeth, it is still capable of cutting down ghouls. After all, the battle ax is too heavy and cannot be used frequently.
"What you have to do is try to kill or repel the ghouls around you who have left the interception of No. 3 and No. 4, so that they do not interfere with Downton's movement." Homer pointed at Celes and decided to give him a shot.
The Death Banshee has added food and teaches some large-scale attack magic.
The magic system is all about turrets, and the profession that clears the battlefield first is now reduced to killing a melee paladin. It's really embarrassing.
Bang, No. 3 was knocked away. Before the ghoul could charge, Downton immediately stepped forward and slashed with two knives.
The sharp and broad blade directly enveloped the two ghouls and slashed through their waists. Before their bodies could even hit the ground, Downton kicked them hard and pushed them forward.
The momentum of the ghouls slowed down after being hit.
Number 3 climbed up and quickly took up its position, but Downton noticed that its left leg was twisted irregularly, limping, and it was difficult to move, which also slowed down its movement speed a lot.
"Is it going to break down?" Downton retreated and gave way, assessing the impact of No. 3's changes on the battle situation and trying to keep it within the smallest range.
"After this wave, let's change the demon servant!" Homer projected the text and sighed with emotion.
In these fifteen days, Homer has experienced what madness and perseverance mean, and for the first time he has learned that a person can actually work so hard.
Downton sleeps no more than three hours a day. In addition to hunting ghouls, he meditates. Even when eating, except for the big meal on the first day, he eats simple foods such as bread, cheese, and smoked ham.
, I don’t want to waste a second on these trivial matters.
The high-intensity battle caused Downton's sweat to cover every corner of the backyard. He managed to hold on, but even the ghoul, who had worn out five sets of heavy infantry armor, began to collapse.
When there were still seven ghouls left, No. 3 was completely exhausted. In a swing, his two scarred arms were completely broken. Then he lost his balance and was unable to defend himself. He was torn apart by the swarming ghouls.
Became broken into pieces.
Ghouls have no intelligence and rely entirely on instinct to act. Those who attack them are also enemies, even if they are of the same kind.
"We can't drag it on any longer!" Downton chopped down a ghoul with a slash. He immediately reached into the first aid bag tied to his waist and took out a quick-acting magic potion.
After the nearly depleted magic energy was replenished, Downton started a series of powerful moves. The giant seal fell from the sky and hit the group of ghouls, causing pieces of meat to fly everywhere.
A minute later, the battle was over. The panting Downton rested on the ground with his saber and adjusted his breathing.
Celes floated over and obediently handed over a kettle.
In the backyard, those ghouls whose heads had not been destroyed were still alive, dragging their tattered bodies and climbing around, but they no longer posed a threat.
"I'm not thirsty. You should rest for a while. Don't attract monsters." Downton pushed away the Death Banshee's hand and began to inspect the battlefield and touch up the ghouls that were not dead yet.
The grimoire was suspended in the air, absorbing the remains of the soul. Wisps of purple mist floated out from the corpse and were absorbed by it.
"Why don't you take a break? You actually used a ghoul without pain nerves until it is useless. I'm worried about your health!" Homer's words were not very strong, because he knew that Downton had strong opinions.
"I haven't told a story for a long time!" Celes nodded hurriedly and muttered, "Where are the Romeo and Juliet you promised?"
With the undead physique of the Death Banshee, she can no longer hold on. The frequent headaches caused by the Sky Demon have been eroding her nerves. However, it is this kind of high-intensity battle that makes her strength improve quickly.
Ghoul, no pressure.
"Then let's rest for half a day." Downton followed suit and walked to Ghoul No. 3. Seeing it struggling but unable to get up, he slashed its head with a knife.
"May your soul rest in peace in heaven!"
Downton gave a blessing and was about to return to his hiding place, when he suddenly saw the grimoire burst into brilliant red light like a shooting star after absorbing the last ray of soul remains.
"What's wrong with Homer?" Celes held onto Downton's arm tightly and looked at the grimoire worriedly.
"I don't know." Downton shook his head, pulled Celes behind him, and asked No. 4 to stand in front of him, holding the saber on full alert. "If there is trouble, you run away first and leave me alone."
"I won't abandon you." Celes refused firmly.
"Do I look like a villain?" The light quickly dissipated, as if it had never appeared before, and the grimoire floated over and hit Downton's forehead.
"Can you hear me?" The thoughtful Downton saw the subtext in Homer's projected text.
"Yes, I finally don't have to endure your bad writing on my body anymore." Homer made a big exclamation mark, as if he was freed from hell.
"My handwriting is pretty, okay?" Downton rolled his eyes, but he was happy for the grimoire from the bottom of his heart, "Yes, the stains on the cover seem to be lessened."
"Humph, it's still too slow. You just let me hear what you said. There's nothing to be proud of!" Homer still had a venomous tongue, but he was actually very satisfied.
During this period of time, there had been more than 200 such waves of ghouls being introduced into the backyard for hunting. Downton had killed so many people that he didn't even bother to remember them.
This ultra-efficient method of killing monsters also allowed the Grimoire to harvest a lot of soul remains. Apart from the debt paid back to the cheap god, the remaining soul power contained in those remains allowed the Grimoire to be weakly repaired.
Although almost 95% of the power is still unusable, communication is much easier, at least Downton doesn't have to write.
Along the roof, Downton and Celes, who was holding the grimoire, returned to the den and started cooking and enjoying a short vacation.
"No. 4 is almost reaching its limit. Let's change it in advance to avoid problems during the battle and make us confused." The magic book used magic detection to scan No. 4's body and found that many bones were covered with cracks and muscles.
The fibers were also broken and very fragile.
"Well, it's time to add new ghouls." Downton threw the washed apple to Celes and couldn't help but feel depressed, "There are only two demon servants, which are too few to achieve complete defense.
Otherwise, using a wave of mass killing tactics can be safer and give you more tactical options."
"You can use the Repentance of the Undead to continue recruiting!" The grimoire fell on the table, which was covered with thick and fluffy clothes. This was what it requested.
"Oh? My soul power has reached the point where I can take another one?" Downton was excited.
"You lack knowledge about your body." Homer criticized. "You have worked hard, so you have been rewarded enough. Now the soul seed is about to grow to the peak of the first level of the soul."
"Doesn't that mean I can advance to the next level at any time?" Downton's heartbeat accelerated, full of expectations for that realm.
"At this rate, it will probably be within five days, so you must be prepared to hit the second level. The law of rejection when you advance is no joke, it will make you disappear." Homer warned.
