The desert that surrounds Desert Sand City has devoured the lives of countless invaders.

If they weren't for the experienced travelers of Desert Sand, once they rashly entered the desert, they would most likely get lost in the boundless desert, and then, the only thing that awaited them was death.

Those who want to go to Deserted Sandy City will usually hire a guide from Wildsand City. It's expensive, but it's better than dying in the desert.

Today, in this dangerous desert, it is as peaceful as ever.

"Don't be left behind, follow me."

The small man who led the camel in front looked back at the two men and a woman who were following behind him. Those visitors from other places wrapped their bodies in cloaks like rice dumplings.

Looking at the three people slowly trudging through the sand, the guide gritted his teeth, and his brown-skinned face showed a look of disgust.

Of course, he knew, that it was just routine work. This time, the three travelers were also very happy when they paid, but for some reason, there was still an inexplicable hatred in their hearts.

- Kill them and take all their money.

There seemed to be an attractive voice in his consciousness, whispering to him. Some indescribable force is driving his body to act murderously.

- Take advantage of the now, they are defenseless.

Of course, he knew that if he killed the guests himself, he would also be ruined as a guide, and he would probably be executed when he returned to Deserted Sands.

However, as long as you disguise yourself as encountering a wild monster in the desert, you may be able to escape punishment......

The guide walked forward without looking back, glancing down at the scimitar hanging from his waist.

At the thought that he would be able to kill those three miscellaneous pieces immediately, his mood suddenly improved a lot, and he began to hum a little song from Desert Sand City, and at this moment, he ......

"Guys, I'm a poet."

The man who walked at the back suddenly spoke, and a deep voice floated out from the shadows under the hood: "Do you want to hear the Psalms?" ”

"Not interested." The female passenger shook her head irritably.

Listening to these people's conversations in the unskilled barren sand language, the guide did not answer, but silently waited for a good time to make a move.

The three men also carried self-defense weapons, and to kill the three of them, they had to wait until they let their guard down.

Thinking of this, the guide turned around and asked, "Are you tired, do you want to rest—"

The sound of a blade piercing flesh interrupted his words.

Under the stunned gaze of the guide, the man who had been walking silently at the back suddenly drew his knife and stabbed the traveler who claimed to be a poet in the heart!

The poet fell down without saying a word, blood seeping into the sand. Witnessing the bloody killing process, the woman next to her was not surprised, but immediately pulled out her thin sword and stabbed it directly.

"I wanted to kill you!" The woman shouted.

The man who had killed just now took a step back, raised his hand and slashed through the cloak on the woman's waist, howling madly like a mad beast:

"Die!"

- Now is the time!

Realizing that the opportunity he was looking for had appeared, a strong sense of comfort suddenly rose in the guide's consciousness, and the original shock suddenly turned into excitement, and he drew his short knife and rushed forward, joining the brutal and primitive hand-to-hand combat.

Click!

The guide, who had served in the army of Deserted Sands, was much more skilled in combat than the two guests, slicing the man's right wrist with the first sword, and then turning around and kicking the woman's leg.

"Ahh The woman screamed and fell to her knees, her calves bent in an unnatural V-shape. 、

The guide's next knife slice the male passenger's throat, and a fountain of blood spurted out of the other's throat and splashed on the guide's face.

The blood seemed to activate the kill switch in the guide's body, making him even more excited, and he dodged the thin sword stabbed by the woman to the right side, and slashed her face with a short knife:

"You will die today!"

In the process of killing the woman, the guide looked up and laughed wildly, and after a scene where he would have been mosaiced if he had appeared on the live stream, his job was over.

"Hey...... That's it? Move! Bastard! ”

The guide threw away half of his arm, looked down at the inhuman-shaped corpse that he had chopped up, and stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The winner of this battle is himself, and in order to avoid being discovered by the caravan behind, he must find a way to dispose of these corpses. But......

"Hmm......"

The guide's body twitched, and the short knife in his hand landed on the sand.

The hideous smile on his face vanished, replaced by a complete bewilderment. As his eyes focused on the corpse beneath him, he staggered back a few steps, stumbled back on the sand, and crawled back in fear.

"This ...... Why? What's wrong? ”

He couldn't remember what had happened, and the previous memory seemed to be truncated. The last scene is still a trek in the desert with a traveler, and the next thing I see is ...... It's this horrific killing field.

The guide lowered his head in horror and stared at his blood-stained hands. Despite the loss of his memory, he realized a terrifying truth:

"It's me...... Kill them? ”

"Yes."

A corpse that fell to the ground made a low male voice: "It's your hand." ”

"Impossible! I'm not going to kill my own guests! The guide, who was already on the verge of madness, didn't even bother to care where the voice came from, but justified it loudly: "I'm just here to make money, and I won't kill you!" ”

"Maybe your spirit doesn't know it, but your body acts."

The male voice laughed, as if to mock the poor guide: "We feel clearly the spirit, that is, a thinking entity, without a body, that is to say, without a broad entity; On the other hand, we also clearly feel the body, without the spirit. The spirit can be without the body, and the body can be without the spirit....... or in other words, the spirit and the body can be independent of each other. ”

"What the are you talking about?" The guide reached out and ripped off a handful of his own hair.

This is the theory of Mr. Descartes, who argues that the human body and spirit are two different parts. Your actions just now were made by your 'body', not your spirit. ”

The guide, who was still in shock, slowly turned around, only to see that the man who had been stabbed in the back of the heart was slowly standing up, and instead of showing his face under the hood, a waterfall of blood flowed out, dyeing his entire body a dark red.

"You...... What the hell is ...... Who? The guide asked one last question in desperation.

The bloodied humanoid stepped forward, bent down slightly, and gently broke the guide's neck:

"I'm a poet and the vanguard of an army of demons, you can call me 'Satanial'."