In general, bait is only used when hunting predators that eat predators. Herbivores rarely like to bump into bait due to their easier access to food and greater timidity. As hunters, herbivores are our main prey, and hunting predators is too dangerous to meet our hunting purpose. It is only in ceremonial competitions or marriage proposals that we try to hunt beasts.

And the one I am about to face is a demon a thousand times more dangerous than any beast. I may be able to find the bait to lure it here, but I can't make a trap against it. All I can rely on is my sword.

It seems like an absolutely stupid and ignorant adventure.

I didn't have no choice, no one told me to do this, and I couldn't possibly take the head of a demon and propose to some girl......

But someone has to do it, doesn't it? If it weren't for me, any wild wolf, or Ah Wei of the Demon Inquisition, I believe they would choose to fight without hesitation. Even though I'm not as religious as the Inquisitors, and not as eloquent and generous as the Space Marines, I'm still not sure of victory, and I know the consequences of defeat......

But does a warrior need any reason to go to battle?

I remembered what Arslan had just said, and it wasn't just the sword in my hand that was missing in that battle, but also the demon's head. I found the place where I had taken out the sword myself, it was another storage space I had opened up, and how it was opened had been completely forgotten for more than a decade. I opened it again and took out another thing stored inside.

It was a large lump of irregularly shaped steel, the size of a human torso, that looked like it had been formed by brute force squeezing from shattered armor plates of a combat vehicle. With my current strength, it is possible to knead steel like dough with all my might, but thirteen years ago I didn't seem to have the ability. The steel is inscribed with several runes infused with psionic power, which maintain a sturdy force field shield. Time flowed normally in that space, but the energy of these runes had not diminished in the slightest after so many years. I can't parse those runes, but I'm familiar with this force field, and I can feel that it's my own power, and I created it, so I can naturally destroy it.

It's literally playing with fire! I know that this force field is not meant to defend against external forces, but to serve as a seal to store the terrifying things inside.

I've come this far, and I can't care so much about it. I finally made up my mind to break the outer force field seal, and then stabbed the blade into the crack in the steel, peeling it off piece by piece, and finally shattering it.

Wrapped inside, it was indeed the head of a demon. Pale, emaciated, hideous, with a long mouth spitting out a slender tongue and a gray eyeball cloudy. I didn't dare to look at it more, lest the next moment it would destroy my soul with a bewitching gaze, or shock my mind with a piercing scream. It didn't move, it looked like it was really dead.

No, demons don't die that easily, otherwise this head wouldn't have been treated so solemnly.

I could feel the power it had. Even though it had been cut off from its body for thirteen years, its power still kept me from approaching.

I have vaguely recalled some of its messages, that it was a truly powerful ancient demon that had bewitched nearly the entire world into riot and depravity in a matter of days, and then the rebels had overwhelmed the vast majority of the military camps stationed there. It was the most brutal battle I've ever experienced, and even the space wolves that came to their aid were caught in a war of attrition, and the noblest super soldiers were overwhelmed by the endless hordes of degenerates......

But even then, the final victory is not ours?

At that time, the key to defeating that demon was a locator beacon launcher. The last duel assault we launched with the wolves was to get that beacon to the demon. More than a dozen wolves and an entire company of Valhalla veterans fell in the assault, but in the end Arslan dragged an exhausted me to where the demon was. The beacon activated, thunder exploded around us, and out of the thunder came five silver-gray space marines.

They are true demon slayers, each of them is burning with blazing psionic flames, those weak demons even just approached them and turned into ashes in a painful wail and were expelled from the real world, they are connected to each other by heart, advance and retreat are like one person, each of them is equipped with blessed sacred weapons, those swords and scepters as bright as blazing torches, can easily destroy the body of the ancient demon, as if it is no longer flesh and blood condensed by the purest dark will and evil energy, It is like wax oil that melts when exposed to a little heat.

The demon's counterattack was equally fierce and brutal. The silver-gray warriors all fell badly wounded, and one was killed, but they had already wounded the demon enough to be so severe that the demon could not resist even a mortal's attack.

How I wish the locator beacon was still on my side - but unfortunately even if it were, there were no gray warriors standing by around here. I think maybe Ah Wei will know that war group, and when Ah Wei's status in the court is a little higher, maybe she will be able to take a few missions.

The darkness was not good for me, so I took out a few flares and threw them around the cabin, igniting them and lighting up the space around me.

It's supposed to come, right? The most important part of a true Elder Demon contains energy that is not comparable to us lowly mortals, even Space Marines. If it desperately wants to regain its strength, then coming here to me is its only shortcut.

As I reminisced about the battle thirteen years ago, a distant and slightly vague melody inexplicably echoed in my mind and gradually became clear. Unlike the solemn chant of the nuns or the loud and passionate war song of our defense forces, it was a female voice singing solo, soft and slow, as simple as the tone of a children's rhyme.

"I saw my father,

I saw my brother,

I saw the temple of the clouds,

I heard Valkyrie sing;

The heroic spirits of the ancestors are watching in the sky,

Call me to the eternal temple,

The goddess in uniform spreads her wings,

Come on, come on, take me flying......"

Yes, I remember, it was an elegy that the warriors of Valhalla sang for themselves.

In that battle, most of them had been transformed into immortal heroic spirits, and they were now standing at the right side of the emperor. No written words of their battles have survived, and even the surviving comrades have forgotten their names, and only the emperor can witness them, which is enough.

Thousands of my comrades-in-arms, along with the Emperor himself, are keeping their eyes on me. I felt their expectation, and it made me burn and fill with endless power.

The demon didn't keep me waiting long. Before the flares burned out, it had already appeared in the small cabin.

No one is talking nonsense, and we all start the attack.

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