Aside from the evil taste of witch observation, Krus had another reason why he didn't take action when he spotted the team. He overheard the conversation between Radnor, and the Demons had reason to believe that the priest they spoke of would know the way to the surface. And a hostage of such weight can also increase the possibility of escape for the survivors of Molten Iron City. Doesn't it sound crazy? A weak killer would actually plan to hold hostage the enemy's high-ranking under the protection of many guards, not to mention that as the chief priest of the evil god, he must have a power far greater than that of ordinary believers. But this is not an impossible task for Callus, years of training and a long life from the bloodline have not allowed him to decline with his years like his friends, but to train every skill to a rather terrifying level, for the Demon Descendant, he is in the prime of life at this time.

The deadly killer stopped his tracks, and he heard a slight noise in the distance, coming in the direction of the three people in front of him, the team was still too ostentatious in the underground labyrinth full of nezumi. Krus tilted his head and thought about whether to abandon his plan to take Peg here, because if the number of nezumi attacking was too large, even he was not sure that he would be able to take the witch with him. But seeing that Peg, who was still laughing at him beside the little boy, forget it, let's wait a little longer, maybe let this witch be a little frightened can make her more honest. The Demon Spawn smiled, reaching out and grasping the not-so-smooth wall, and climbed into the darkness above the passage.

The smuggler soon sensed that something was wrong, and its tongue fluttering in the air sniffed out some unkind signals. The reptilian vertical pupils looked coldly at the little boy behind him, "It seems that it's your time to come in handy." "The nezumi come very quickly, they always do this, they run as hard as they can, they try their best to forage for food, and then they suffer from hunger because they exert too much force, this is the sorrow of the beast, and they never know how to stop and think of a better way to survive. But this is also the gift of the beast, and if man could be as pure as they are, patience and perseverance would not be respectable qualities.

Rats do not need vision in the dark, and while they do have the ability to see in the dark, more often than not, hearing, smell, and the fluff around their mouths can provide more accurate information. When the three nezumi appeared around the corner of the passage, they were even with their eyes closed. The boy swallowed, and although he couldn't see what lay ahead, his premonition told him that something bad had happened. The smuggler pulled out the dagger he held at his waist, it was not far from the area where the priest was, as long as the child was used as bait, it could easily pass with the witch. With that in mind, the cruel monster pulled the boy over with his other hand and slashed him several times in the arm and leg, the wounds were not fatal, but the blood that flowed was enough to attract the attention of the nezumi. "Whew!" Sure enough, the nezumi who smelled the blood began to make unbearable noises, and they sped up their speed towards the place.

Radno stepped back from the boy and said in a gloating voice, "Run, boy, for your own sake." Fear, took over the boy's heart, and as soon as he was free, he instinctively ran to the other side, even though he knew that in the end he would still be caught up by those blood-devouring monsters, and it was possible to live one more second than a second, and the instinct to survive took control of him. Until, as he ran past Peg, a strand of dark green hair swept gently over his ear. What will happen to this girl if I run away? This time I can attract the nezumi to the snakehead, but next time? Will it be her turn? We always say that hatred is blind, but what about kindness? When you decide that a person needs help, then you don't think about other possibilities. At least one child wouldn't change his mind so quickly.

So in the three pairs of surprised eyes, the boy who had already run out turned back by himself! He judged the position of the other party by the feeling of the snake-headed man pushing him just now, and ran into the other party with all his might. The corners of Krus's mouth rose uncontrollably when he saw this scene, he really deserved to be the lord of the dead dwarf, all of them were dwarves. "Run! I'll hold it!" the boy shouted to Peg as he ran past her. The witch, on the other hand, was frightened by this crazy act, and her mouth grew up, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

"Bump!" "Bastard! bastard!" The boy and the monster collided, and the two rolled on the ground. The former desperately wrapped his legs around the waist of the snake-headed man to prevent the other party from throwing him down. "Run, run!" The young child's voice was hoarse from a fierce roar, how could a hungry child control the terrible Radnor? The scaly fist slammed into the boy's cheek, knocking out large bruises and wounds from the otherwise flat skin. "Shhh

The Demon Spawn grinned and smiled. He saw that the boy instinctively let go of his legs as if he were about to be killed, raised his hands bound by ropes, and blocked the blow that should have cut his throat with the ropes made of thick linen!"Ahhh The childish voice shouted, but it was not because of the pain, the child showed a strength that did not match his appearance, the dagger that pierced the rope actually stabbed the back of his left hand, and the sharp iron blade pierced through his palm, but he did not give up because of this, and the free right hand grabbed the hand of the snake-headed man holding the dagger, and did not let it pull out the weapon. He doesn't look like a human child now, but like a wild cat trying to survive.

"Why?" Muttered Peg as he watched the scene in front of him. As smart as she was, of course, she quickly understood the boy's intentions. But why? Why did he dare to turn back and face death earlier? Why did he desperately try to buy me a completely unnecessary time to escape? Didn't he understand that I wasn't the same as him? The witch's head was completely confused.

"There are always some people in this world, they may be born with it, or they may be acquired, and they are naïve as if they can't see the filth of this world at all. They are blind and cannot see the difference between us and theirs, and they are deaf and cannot hear the vicious words we curse them. But I think they're just stupid, stupid enough to sacrifice themselves to save something like us. Krus's whisper rang in Peg's ears, and a man with a naked upper body and a terrible demon mark burning on his skin appeared in front of her at some point. It was as if a sword had just been pulled out of the forge slowly stretched out of his palm, and as the man moved his neck, the witch could see the horns snaking out of his head.

Radnor, who was hurting the boy, also saw the Demon's form, but it noticed the flaming eyes more than anything else. "Whew—" A sulfur-scented exhale wafted out of Clarus's mouth, and even the nezumi were impressed by the terrible killer. "I've seen the shrine of your faith, the so-called Mother of the Crypt. The two points of demonic fire quickly approached, and in an instant, the child hanging from the snake-headed man was plucked off by the demon descendant with one hand, and his other hand holding the long sword had already placed the sharp blade on the shoulder of the fanatic. "I don't know what set you on the path of faith in Him, and I don't care. I just wanted to tell you what I think before you die, and it seems to me that you should believe in this child rather than believe in that lump of iron. ”

Blood, splash. With the boss's head open, it spun around in the air a few times and landed in front of the nezumi. Just when Peg thought it would end with the Demon Descendant's move, Krus made another astonishing move. He lowered the boy to the ground, completely ignoring the other man's fear of his appearance, and the Demon Spawn pressed his palm to the child's head. "This gives you the ability to see in the dark for a while. Watch how I do it, because next, it's your turn. With that, Clarus lunged at the three nezumi who were still watching, and the red-hot sword slew two of them cleanly, and then, seemingly by mistake, avoided the vital point of the third nezumi and severed one of its front paws.

"Clank!" the Demon Spawn kicked the scorpiobhead's dagger at the boy's feet, not looking at the wounded nezumi screaming in the back. "Pick up the dagger and kill the mouse. Otherwise, I'll kill the girl. ”

With tears in his eyes, the child squatted down tremblingly and picked up the dagger with his intact right hand, which was a bit big and heavy for him. But he didn't give up, he carefully recalled the movements of the demon descendant he had just seen, and imagined the weapon in his hand as a long sword.

Krus walked back to Peg and reached out to hold the witch's head, forcing her to look directly at what was happening. "Take a good look and see how capable a worthless mortal in your eyes can be. ”

"Poof!" the passage regained its silence after the sound of a blade stabbing into flesh. Nezumi, down. Boy, still standing. His chest was scratched by the nezumi's claws, and the flesh of his exposed body turned outward, leaving a shocking scar.

"There are people who will never learn to fight without a long period of training, but there are people who are born warriors. The Demon Spawn walked up behind the boy and caught the latter's fallen body, he looked at the dagger that was clutched in his hand and didn't let go even if he was dizzy, "Look, this kid is so much stronger than those snake-headed guys when he first holds a knife." Born with skillful hands, I remember saying that they were the kind of people they said. As he spoke, a slight flame ignited on Krus's hand, and he pressed the burning palm against the boy's wound, and the smell of roasted meat quickly spread.

"Since a human can have elves as his servants. I think I can too. The killer bared his mouth full of sharp teeth and looked at the child who had fainted in his arms.