Chapter 149 The Secret of Prajna

The smell in the air is somewhat complex.

The smell of blood, rotting corpses, burnt smell, and a touch of sulfur. These mixed "fragrances" made Lothar's nose sore and her eyes warm.

He wiped the blood from his ears and eyes.

Originally, the three-meter-tall giant demon had now turned into a charred, shriveled corpse, with the holy spear piercing its body, shining brightly among the black remains.

The armor on Jeanne's body, with its dense golden lines, became dim and dull as it lost all its power.

She took off her helmet, her golden curly hair was soaked with sweat, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her smooth nose.

She knelt on the ground somewhat exhausted, breathing heavily.

"Are you OK?"

Prajna lifted her up, and a rare hint of surprise flashed through Gujing Wubo's eyes - the Holy Spear, there is no doubt that this is a divine weapon.

And its lethality made Prajna couldn't help but think about who was more powerful compared to this gun or the ghost-faced shield in her hand that was said to be taken from the fragments of the Ghost Gate.

As if sensing the owner's dangerous thoughts, the ghost face relief on the Ghost Face shield twisted its face as if it had eaten a bitter melon - it didn't want to be stabbed like this!

Jeanne slumped weakly in Prajna's arms. She smiled and said, "It's nothing serious, just a little weak. After all, the level of this monster is not low. If you want to ensure that it will kill with one strike, you can't do it without using all your strength."

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay. Do you want to lie aside for a while?"

Jeanne's eyes lit up: "If I can rest on Miss Prajna's knee pillow, of course I won't refuse!"

Lothar: "."

Prajna frowned slightly.

Lothar hesitated for a moment, but looking at the weak and pale look on Jeanna's face, she still said softly: "Prajna, for the sake of Jeanna's contribution this time."

Prajna nodded: "Okay."

Hans limped towards this side. He waved to Lothar, with a little excitement in his voice: "Sir, I'm here!"

Lothar stood up in a hurry and was so distracted by Jeanne that she forgot about this kid.

Fortunately, Hans did not seem to be seriously injured.

"My lord, how did you find me?"

His face was a little pale, and he was wearing a tattered robe that barely covered his body. His eyes were full of exhaustion, but when he saw Lothar, he seemed very peaceful.

"Don't forget, I also have beast intuition."

Lothar patted the other party's shoulder lightly: "There is a bond between us."

It seemed that his defense was broken by this sentence.

Hans's voice became choked.

"Sir, many people died. I failed to protect them. If you had not arrived in time, I should have died too."

"It's okay. It's all over. You've done a good job."

Lothar's tone became very soft.

Hans is undoubtedly the closest to him among the many subordinates. According to his age, even if he does not count his age in his previous life, he is also his younger brother.

Compared to Gao Xing's retinue, who could easily be hundreds of years old, he was still very immature.

Hans has always hoped to catch up in his own footsteps.

Rather than being gradually eliminated because of the weak one-star template.

He could feel Hans's efforts, but towards Hans, he often felt like a tool, thrown wherever he needed to go, which made him feel a little ashamed.

"Sorry, sir, I lost my temper."

Hans took a deep breath and whispered.

"It doesn't matter. Let's go check on the wounded and take them back to Jerusalem."

Lothar was not good at expressing her emotions, so she just patted him on the shoulder again.

Walk out of the theater.

The breeze with a little smell of horse manure blew in, and Lothar felt very refreshed.

Of the nearly twenty soldiers of the Royal Knights led by Hans, only eight survived by chance, and these eight were also deafened and fell into a coma due to the devil's scream before his death.

Whether it can recover in the future is also a question.

They were carried into the car and carried away by the knights who arrived later. Lothar also saw the "physician" trained by Uldin, who had a large cross tattooed on his chest, treating the wounded.

Send away the wounded.

Lothar pointed to this ancient building covered with a tarpaulin and said: "This was originally a grand theater built by the Greeks. After it was abandoned, it was transformed into a farmer's market. Today is not an open day, so if we hadn't deliberately looked for it, No one can discover this devil’s plot.”

"You did a really good job. Imagine if this demon were lurking in Jerusalem. No one knows what kind of damage it would cause."

Hans forced a smile and said, "Thank you for the compliment, sir."

Fringilla wiped the non-existent beads of sweat and walked out of the theater: "Sir, that demon has been burned to the core. Even its scales are carbonized. It will break when touched. It has no value. Keep the spoils."

"Um."

Lothar did not feel disappointed.

Because the system's prompt sounded just now: Your six-star subordinate Jeanne Darc killed a monster with an epic template - the Abyss Demon.

The milestone "Demon Hunter" you have completed will be upgraded to "Demon Hunter".

You get a simulated battle to complete the [Level Upgrade] task.

"Mock battle?"

"Another new thing?"

Lothar had no intention of studying it in detail here. The group of people got on their horses and headed towards the city of Jerusalem.

Fringilla said with lingering fear: "This demon is really terrifying, at least equivalent to a vampire prince. My blood spear penetrated its body and was dissolved in just an instant."

"Is it so powerful?"

Lothar was a little surprised.

In Lothar's senses, this demon should be stronger than the adult earth dragon that he had dealt with before.

But I don't know how strong it will be, because Jeanne's process of solving it is the same as killing the earthly dragon. It just ends with a "Holy".

The biggest difference is that Lothar himself had no involvement in this round of siege and slaying of demons.

Even with the Dragonborn bloodline, his current strength is still far from that of a truly extraordinary powerhouse.

Jeanne nodded and said: "It is indeed very powerful. If it were not a creature from another world, this world would have a strong repelling power against it. In addition, the holy spear has great restraint against dark creatures. I would not guarantee that it would be able to resist it." A hit will kill you."

Lothar's heart sank slightly.

This time, the descending demon was successfully found and solved.

What if not?

How many demons are there that are hidden in mortal bodies and look no different from humans?

Ahead, a long motorcade appeared.

Seeing Lothar's flag, they spontaneously avoided it.

It was a huge procession of gypsy caravans, carrying all the belongings of the wanderers like mobile houses.

Because of this custom, they are sometimes identified as Cumans or Tatars from the steppes of Eastern Europe.

Although Western Europeans cannot even distinguish between the two, they sometimes identify the Hungarian Magyars as the Cumans.

The Franks used to call Gypsies Bohemians, and a true Bohemian would have wanted to throw them out of the window.

A blind old woman holding a crystal ball was sitting in front of the caravan. When she saw a group of people passing by, she suddenly said something.

Seeing that everyone couldn't understand, she held the crystal ball in front of her again.

Prajna said: "She said that this crystal ball has the magic power to see people's hearts."

Lothar was a little surprised: "You can even speak the Gypsy language?"

Prajna nodded slightly: "Death, regardless of race, in the boring hell, learning a language is already a very interesting pastime."

Fringilla was very interested in this: "How much does it cost?"

Prajna asked for a while.

The old woman was also shocked that Prajna understood their language. She said: "As long as one coin is enough, whether it is a gold coin, a silver coin or a copper coin, as long as you think it is equivalent to your heart."

This offer is in line with the nobles' desire to save face.

But Lothar thought to himself that he was not the one who took advantage of the fat man, so he decided to only give silver coins or copper coins, depending on the situation.

The old woman raised the crystal ball in her hand, rolled her gray-covered eyes, and said, "Which of you will be the first to come?"

"Just let me go first."

Prajna was the first to say.

Lothar did not stop him. Prajna had the strongest defense among them, whether it was magic resistance or physical resistance.

It is the safest and most appropriate way for her to be the first.

The old woman had no expression on her face as she raised the crystal ball high and held it in front of Prajna.

A faint purple light flashed.

Fringilla asked impatiently: "Silly man, what did you see?"

Prajna blinked slightly. It felt like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a second had passed.

"Nothing, just chaos."

"Tch, it fits your character."

Fringilla said: "It's my turn, it's my turn!"

At this time, the old woman's face was a little pale, and there was a crisp sound, and a crack appeared in the crystal ball.

As if she had seen a terrifying monster, she suddenly threw away the crystal ball and got into the car.

No matter how much Fringilla screamed, she couldn't scream.

Lothar frowned: "Prajna, do you feel any discomfort?"

Prajna shook his head: "No, she had no ill intentions, she was just scared by me."

"From her perspective, what she saw should be a mountain of corpses, a sea of ​​blood, and a hell filled with bones."

Prajna explained.

Fringilla's face was full of complaints: "What, you dare to come out for divination with this little ability?"

Jeanne said something fair: "Based on your status, such a result is normal. Among all the people here, Hans may be the only one who will not have trouble with his divination."

Hans: "."

Lothar nodded, threw a heavy money bag into the car, and left.

Lothar felt a little bad about ruining someone else's meal and taking out another coin, even a gold coin.

Moreover, as Prajna said, this old gypsy woman is obviously quite capable, and the crystal ball in her hand should also be regarded as a "magic weapon".

It was getting late, and the gypsy caravan stopped by the roadside. They set up camp and sang and danced beside the bonfire.

The old woman finally got out of the car. She picked up the money bag tremblingly, with fear still remaining on her face... and a trace of grievance.

As for that?

Isn’t it just a waste of getting married and having children?

What can't be said?

Do you still have to break the guy I’m eating with?