Reincarnation Band Magician

"Ugh."

……

After chatting for a few minutes, they left midway when they saw that they were still discussing how to collect intelligence carefully.

"Meetings are a complete waste of time."

"At least not too much wasted, right?"

"In the end, it was actually thanks to the news we stumbled upon by chance."

"I was surprised by that, too."

The only gain came from the Norm Chamber of Commerce. There was news that Daphneel was suspected to be in the suburbs. They had originally wanted to gather their forces to duel there, but now they were just waiting in the city.

Honestly, if there was a church member present, they would have slapped him twice.

But the people in the church are so busy now that they are about to die, so no.

Most of the members of the Norm Chamber of Commerce were injured in the first attack and were unable to fight.

"But with Qing-kun here, I think at least collecting intelligence will be no problem."

Qing thought for a moment, "Does this count as a commission now?"

The swordsman paused and smiled, "Of course, we have dealings with the lord, it's an employment relationship. What does Qing need? We can discuss it."

"Then I hope to pick out a few magic books..."

"no problem!"

……

"Lulia--Ms. Xiangzi, this side is starting to heal as well."

"Huh...Okay, let me take a break."

Miss Toyokawa, whose magic power was about to be exhausted, sat on a chair with her headscarf soaked with sweat. With the help of Dali, her unskilled purification magic also neutralized the curse.

But she still maintained her manners. She was fine in front of her family, but she had to keep her composure when there were outsiders.

Fulilian was standing nearby, quietly on guard against any possible enemies.

The city is not big, and if she looks carefully, the whole city is within her perception.

The atmosphere in the church is much better now, and it can be clearly felt that the previous despair has been washed away.

The most seriously injured ones were rescued. The monk lady from the Norm Chamber of Commerce used healing magic to heal the wounds and promote blood regeneration, and the subsequent condition stabilized.

Seeing that the bandages were no longer bleeding, the people around them suddenly felt that the sword hanging over their necks had been removed.

He wanted to cheer, but under the stern and gentle gaze of the monk lady, he could only lie there obediently to avoid exacerbating the bleeding.

"You can relax now. The locals have also rested for a few hours...Ms. Xiangzi, do you want to go help Mr. Qing?"

"No, I don't need that," Xiangzi wiped his forehead and cheeks with his handkerchief. "Those two are enough. My fighting power is not needed. I'm not qualified to assist the monks."

“You are so humble.”

"To be honest, I only know basic divine arts."

Xiangzi felt physically and mentally exhausted, a feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. The last time he felt this way was in his original world.

I now understand a little bit how hard the doctors' work is. There are only a few dozen people here. I can't imagine what it would be like if there were more people. It's really scary.

As for her teammates, as she said, there was nothing to worry about. She and Fulilian were better at fighting against magicians.

The demon general had such bad luck meeting Qing and Mahat.

Golden Journey: 177. Are there many like this?

Here, Qing, Mahat and the people from the Norm Chamber of Commerce came to the suburbs.

"Those families were attacked, and those with the worst wounds bled to death that night. The priest only saved these few people. One of them, before he was infected by magic... he cut off his injured arm and successfully stopped the bleeding."

This place had been attacked, and a priest was in charge of the wounded. His face was more haggard than the patients.

They were taken to a wooden house, where an old man with gray hair was lying on the bed with a dull look in his eyes.

When someone came in, his eyes pierced like nails.

"He can't speak. It's said that he injured his brain when he fought against the demons more than ten years ago."

The priest held the bed and said, "There's no useful information. If I have to say anything..."

He held out a black rag.

"The broken hand is holding this."

Qing took the cloth.

"This might be useful. Let me take a look."

He explained to the priest and the people behind him: "Many demons use magic to construct their equipment, including clothes. I can analyze the magic in them, so that when Daphneel appears, I can find her..."

"Boom!"

The door was knocked open.

A woman who looked a little crazy came in.

"I know! I know where she is! I saw her!"

Like a wild beast.

A very typical appearance of mental illness.

"Well... she has some mental issues, and can only communicate occasionally. Her wounds are relatively minor and have been cleansed. Sigh, demon."

Qing turned his gaze away from the woman, "Are there many demons like this?"

The priest replied, "To be honest, I've only encountered a demon as unusual as Daphneel once. If there were more, humanity would be doomed."

As the priest spoke, he noticed that the old man behind him also began to get excited and his body was shaking.

"What's going on here again? I can only stop one."

"I think it's probably because..."

Qing, who respects the elderly and loves the young, walked up to the woman and stretched out his hand as if to help her up.

However, that hand directly grabbed the "woman's" neck, lifted her up, and magic power gushed out.

"puff--"

A splash of liquid splashed on the wall.

She probably didn't even have time to change her expression.

Maybe, but it's confusing.

Everyone in the room was stunned, especially the old man. His stress convulsions stopped, as if he was afraid that he would be killed by a shark if he continued to make noise.

No—it wasn't fear, but relaxation that kept him in a daze.

The priest trembled and wanted to say something, but his remaining sanity made him think of a possibility. He looked at the wall, where the liquid was turning into ash.

Qing repeated his previous question, "Are there many demons like this?"

“No… this…”

The priest rubbed his head.

"This level of disguise is quite common. I often hear of adventurers being killed because they felt sorry for them... but this is the first time I've seen it."

However, both times he actually asked Mahat, the Great Demon shook his head, "I don't quite understand these... There are amazing ideas."

He agreed to perform such a comedy at the cost of his life.

"The clothes are hers. She is not Daphneel."

The cloth in his hand fluttered away, and Qing used crystal magic to solidify the debris in front of him.

"The curse hasn't worn off."

The priest looked at the crystal and realized: "You fought off Aura..."

……

Humans are used to beating around the bush, while demons are usually very direct.

Daphneel is a demon who is not good at magic.

She is one of the few demons who retains most of the appearance of a monster. Perhaps because of "reversion", she learned the bloody curse magic without any teacher.

There is nothing worse than being chased and fed.

But before that, she was accustomed to close combat and loved the moment of using weapons to cut the blood vessels of her prey. Later, she became a general with her strength and magic.

In appearance, she has a lizard-like tail, lizard-like scaly limbs, and a forked tongue that protrudes when she breathes like a lizard.

This is Daphneel's proud body, which she thinks is much stronger than the weak humanoid.

Perhaps, the monster that evolved into her possessed that kind of toxin, so she, who did not have much magical talent, learned this terrible curse.

Substances eroded by this curse will contaminate an area after causing a wound, causing continuous bleeding, and the bleeding will gradually penetrate deeper over time, eventually causing a person to bleed out completely.

Moreover, the nature of the contaminated blood has changed and can no longer be purified and utilized by divine arts.

This is not only fatal to humans, but also to demons. It will continue to consume magic power until the bleeding curse is consumed. For demons, a knife in a vital part may cause them to die faster than humans.

Daphneel liked the expression of her prey as it lost blood bit by bit and died in pain. It made her feel at ease and happy.

Perhaps her ancestors watched their prey die in this way, obtaining food and feeling full, and this sense was passed down.

Daphneel was originally in the south, but because she was too active, the blood-causing substance she produced was antidote developed by the church. She was at a disadvantage in the frontal battle, so she left the battlefield.

Then the central part is the core of the church, so we have to continue to move north, but the people in the north are much more clever than those in the south, and the city’s defense methods are also diverse.

It had been a long time since Daphneel had experienced the joy of killing an entire city, letting the blood flow out, and stepping on the blood with her claws.

Not long ago, she encountered another demon.

She was a very weak demon, but she was clever enough to disguise herself as a human to deceive others.

Daphneel gained her loyalty with her strength, and the two demons came to this remote town with loose defenses.

Daphneel likes to see rivers of blood. That demon needs food rich in magic to grow. It's a pleasant cooperation.

All we need to do is create the bleeding substance here, give it to that guy, let him use it, and then watch humans die in despair.

What a pleasant day...

"It seems like it's time."

Daphneel glanced at the moon, stuck out her tongue, and her special senses detected a faint smell of moisture.

"It's going to rain in a few days. How annoying."

The dampness of rainy days disgusted her and would dilute the smell of blood.

However, it is also very interesting to watch the blood of a city being washed into the river in the south. For a short time, the river water is bright red, literally a river of blood, and then the stupid creatures in the water devour and fight over the corpses.

"Huh? Here you are, bringing someone out again. You're such a foolish creature, trusting your own kind so easily."

……

"It's so easy to trust one's own kind. The demons are not very smart."

Carrying the crystal debris on his back, Qing looked into the distance and saw a tall and strong black shadow walking out of the forest.

"Looks like he's not very smart. Maybe I'm judging him by his appearance... Are there many demons like him?"

"If you're referring to appearance... based on what I've seen, about 10% of demons are like this. My old friend Guval retains most of the characteristics of demons, but that doesn't affect his intelligence."

"You wouldn't have gone out of your way to say the last sentence before, but it seems you've made some progress."

Mahat was stunned for a moment, then thought about what he had said and laughed, "Ah, it seems to be true."

"Let me go first. I'll trouble you with the analysis and guidance afterwards."

"This is what I should do."

Golden Journey: 178, Flexible Combat Methods