"A few thieves dare to come and fight against us? We're ........"

Number 12 glanced coldly at the young soldier. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"This is not just a suggestion, but an order! In the name of the Samael legionmen! ”

The young soldier didn't feel any aura of a strong man from the gray-robed man in front of him, and subconsciously regarded No. 12 as one of those ignorant greedy thieves who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit.

And such thieves, wherever they are, will exist.

“....... Miss...... I guess this can be explained. ”

The captain of the soldiers listened to the words of the soldiers next to him, and his heart couldn't help but sink, but he still showed a kind and relaxed look, spread his hands, and shrugged his shoulders.

But he was tense all over his body, and as soon as the other party moved, he was able to immediately attack the other party and attack the other party with the two soldiers around him.

"This scroll is the account of the mercenary group's transaction with the Duke of Samael, I don't think you're interested in things, are you?" The captain of the soldiers said that he did not use the phrase "this is not a map", and that he would be an absolute fool to use such a statement.

Treating others as fools should actually be engraved on their own heads.

"This is a matter for the Duchy of Samael, and outsiders are not allowed to interfere." The captain of the soldiers repeated to the unresponsive gray-robed assassin in front of him, using Samael's name to put pressure on them.

"I suppose as long as you leave now, there should be nothing to lose for you, right? This young lady? For your sake, I advise you to turn around and leave now, for the benefit of everyone. ”

And hearing the voice of the captain of the soldiers, No. 12 just coldly spit out a few bytes:

"Are you threatening me?"

"You ......"

"John!"

"Captain! Don't stop me! ”

The young soldier apparently did not intend to take the advice of the captain of the soldiers, instead, he took a few more steps in the direction of the 12th, holding his sword.

"You lowly thief and robber, get out of here now, and don't let me see you again, otherwise, as a soldier of the Samael Legion, I will definitely kill you if I see you again, you lowly thief!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, even she couldn't help frowning, and then glanced at the camp, and the other party didn't look like anything on him at first glance.

But for her, it was the special aura that kept exuding that made her understand.

Under the mask, she raised her eyebrows and smiled mysteriously.

"Contaminated by the toxin of distorted beliefs?"

And at this moment, a crisp voice suddenly sounded, abruptly inserted into the field that exuded a tense atmosphere.

"My lord, so you're here."

With these words, a slender figure, also wrapped in a robe, revealing a little slender, instantly appeared on the branches of the trees on the edge of the tent.

"What's the matter? Angelina? ”

Looking at the assassin girl standing in the treetops, Number 12 raised an eyebrow and asked.

Whew――

Angelina jumped to the ground with a light back, and she immediately came to Number 12's side, then panted slightly and stretched out her tightly clenched right hand.

"Great, sir, we just found this thing."

"Oh?"

Looking at the coin-like thing in Angelina's hand, No. 12 was stunned.

"This is, the Demon Emblem?"

If it was just the emblem of a god, Visser didn't have to care about it.

Dead priests often leave their emblems behind, and various temples often issue tasks to find lost emblems, and for adventurers and mercenaries, in the process of traveling and doing tasks, they often encounter the emblems of gods.

Give it to the relevant temple and you will receive a reward of no more and no less.

However, this emblem is not of a god, but of a demon.

No, it would be more accurate to say that they belong to the demon race, the emblem of the devil race in purgatory, they live in purgatory, unlike the chaotic and fickle situation of the demon race in the abyss, they are notorious for their great strength, evil character, ruthless but efficient organization.

The devils have a strict social class system, in which power is determined not only by strength, but also by status.

These demons spend most of their time corrupting races other than demons, such as selling devils' contracts in order to expand their influence.

The two categories of devils and demons are also quite special existences among demons, they are closely related, and they have a considerable degree of hatred.

The close connection is that the number of gods they possess depends on the number of gods in the other party.

At the beginning of its birth, there was a book called the Book of Atacrin, also known as the Book of Demon Gods.

The number of pages in this book dictates the number of demons and demons that demons can have.

The number of devil gods and demon gods is unknown, but the number of lords in that group is certain, and only if one of the lords dies, the Abyss or Bato Hell, can another lord appear.

If he had to pick an opponent, Visser would be more willing to deal with the chaotic, fickle demons than the organized, disciplined, and conspiracy demons who were plotting all day long.

"Sure enough, before the Divine War came, all kinds of signs were appearing frequently."

In fact, although Visser also knew that before the Divine War, there were many traces, but for him who had not experienced this era, the specific time when these traces appeared and the details of where they appeared were not something he could know.

These traces are a matter of concern. But Visser didn't expect that he would appear by his side frequently, and it would be so coincidental.

"That's right....... Devil! ”

Visser came up with a new idea.

Through the eyes of Number 12, Visser looked at the three soldiers in front of him and said in his heart.

"What could be more noticeable to the human gods than these vicious and vicious conspiracies among the demons?"

And it was the momentary distraction of the 12th, but it seemed to make the young soldier's eyes shine, and he seemed to see an opportunity.

The other party took this matter so seriously, he noticed the other party's momentary distraction.

"Die!"

The young soldier and the captain of the soldier looked at each other and struck out.

By the time 12 reacted, the young soldier and the captain of the soldier had unsheathed their swords and turned into a bright silver light in their hands, slashing at them.

"There's a chance."

At the moment when the sword stabbed at the other party, the soldier captain's mood was also slightly better, and under the effect of a certain force, the amplified excitement made them look at the 12th in front of them with a smug smile.

What about the upper stalkers?

The captain of the soldiers roared slightly in his heart, and the two young soldiers were even more hallucinated, and in their eyes, they could already see each other's frightened expressions.

They were expecting each other's unwilling screams, mixed with horror, insecurity, and humble begs for mercy.

The captain of the soldiers, though not so affected, was also delusional with excitement - until a huge force suddenly appeared, and in an instant, struck him from the side.

Looking at the excited and somewhat distorted faces in front of him, Number 12 smiled indifferently, these people's thoughts were nothing more than delusional thoughts about her death and begging for mercy, as well as some sad thoughts full of desire.

The captain of the soldier didn't even have time to hold the weapon in his hand, and the strange force was like a strange beast, crashing into him in an incomprehensible way, and he only felt his hands numb.

Then, he felt the sharp sword in his hand bounce far away, and slanted into the ground next to him.

He didn't see anything, and if he had felt anything, it was the moment his sword was knocked away.

The captain of the soldier seems to have seen something like a black chain?

But that's about it.

Then, he felt a chill over his right shoulder, and then his spirit suddenly relaxed.

The captain of the soldier did not immediately notice what was happening to him, and his perception was gradually becoming sluggish.

It wasn't until two seconds later, after the dark shadow was gone, that he realized his problem.

The pain in his shoulder made him look at his right shoulder with a hint of confusion, and then, his eyes widened in surprise and disbelief at the one in front of him.

It was something he had never expected to happen to him—streams of blood were gushing from the narrow wound on his shoulder, soaking his clothes at once, and the leather armor he had worn for ease of movement was already covered with bright red droplets, which were constantly dripping down.

Suffering! Suffering! Suffering!

But unable to vent, his throat could not make a sound.

"Ho ho ho ......."

The captain of the soldiers was no longer as slippery and frivolous as before, and he covered his wounds in a panic, and stepped back with a pale face, staring around with horror.

And with his hoarse shouts, there was no one to help him.

"Come help me, come help me!"

His consciousness blurred, and he remembered what he had been going through.

At that time, when he was knocked to the ground by the other party's parents for killing a civilian, the other party almost bullied himself again.

His own entourage, the strong and burly private soldiers, rushed out of the crowd and came to him, killing the commoner's parents as well.

But now, there is no one to help him.

As the youngest son, after deciding to mix his qualifications by joining the private army of the great nobles, he will never see them again.

The captain of the soldier struggled to reach out.

“....... I..... Or a noble....."