The dying Scout of the Kingdom Army lay on a white sheet, and anyone could tell that the poor fellow was dying. Numerous horrific scars filled the entire part of his body, one of which nearly sliced his neck open. The clothes that had been worn outside fused with the tattered bodies under the cover of mud and blood, and the pharmacists who came to inspect shook their heads, because they couldn't even tell which piece of cloth was glued to their body and which piece was lifted skin. But even so, the scout had not yet breathed, and no one knew what was holding him up, whether it was hatred of the nezumen, loyalty to the kingdom, or simply resistance to death.

Marcus frowned tightly at the sight of the survivor, for no other reason, and he keenly smelled the sulfur from the dying man lying on the ground. "Can he still speak?" said the Hand of the King to the apothecaries beside him.

The pharmacists looked at each other, and finally a bald man who looked the oldest stepped forward, and kept wiping the oil and sweat on the top of his bare head with a handkerchief, "Uh... He didn't have a very serious wound on his neck or head, but we can't say for sure about the condition of his lungs, and we can only infer from the condition of his breathing that he should, I mean probably, have a slight ability to speak. After saying this, the pharmacist hastened to hide behind his colleagues like a deflated ball, for fear that Marcus would be dissatisfied with his answer.

Marcus did not resent this irresponsible answer. However, he also knew that even if he scolded the pharmacists, he would not get a better answer, and instead of wasting time venting his anger senselessly, he should quickly try to find out why he was the way he was while the scout was still angry.

"Soldier, can you still hear me?" asked the King's Hand, setting aside his scepter and leaning over the scout's ear.

"My lord, I, I—" The scout looked like he was dying, but suddenly his hands were raised, and he grabbed Marcus's collar, and his whole face was almost against the latter's face, his voice was very weak, and he could smell a lot of sulfur from his exhalation. This situation made the people around him instantly nervous, but the king's hand shook behind his back with his left hand, indicating that it was okay.

Marcus put his right hand on the man's back, trying to ease him down, "Don't rush, speak slowly." Say what you saw, say what you encountered. If you can't describe it, use words to express it simply. ”

Perhaps the reassuring words did play a role, the soldier did seem to be calmer, his grip on Marcus's collar gradually released, and just when the King's Hand suspected that the man was about to breathe, the scout's neck rose up!"Hmm, it, come out, quick... Wow!"

It didn't take long for Marcus to know what the person in his arms was going to say. His right hand, which dragged the soldier on his back, was withdrawn at once, and his left hand was forcefully torn off the clamp. At the same time, the King's Hand exerted force on both legs, and the whole person lay backwards and fell. And these stress reactions undoubtedly saved his life. At that moment, a dark brown tentacle popped out of the scout's mouth, about half an arm's length like a predatory viper. Thankfully, the soldier was already falling down, Marcus's head was raised high, and the tentacles covered in barbs and slime were just grazing his chin.

Andrea and Atticus, who were standing two paces away, saw this and approached the king's hand from the left and right. As soon as the angry lion reached out and grabbed the back of Marcus's neck, the muscles in his arm swelling with exertion, and the force of this force dragged the fat and bloated Earl of Tellerreal backwards for a short distance. On the other hand, the Iron Knight's reaction was even more devastating, he took two steps, the iron in his hand already unsheathed, and the knight's oath engraved on the steel spine glowed red. The old knight gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and unleashed a powerful sweep that was too accurate to retract the tentacles from the scout's mouth, spilling a corrosive liquid.

"What is this?" Archduke Kroger raised his hand to block the small amount of liquid that flew in his face, and several ugly holes immediately appeared in the expensive clothes. But now is not the time to feel sorry for this dress, Andrea understands that this tentacle is just the beginning, that scout did not survive in the first place, he is simply a time bomb disguised as a human form!

Atticus didn't answer the Angry Lion's question right away, the iron in his hand and the smell of sulfur in the air already indicated the identity of the tentacle's owner. In the face of an enemy like a demon, the knight chief did not hesitate at all, he knew that from the moment he was encountered by the demon, the soldier in front of him was already dead, and now in front of him was just a poor skin desecrated by the demon. Then the sword was withdrawn, and it turned from a horizontal slash to a stabbing strike, aiming directly at the scout's mouth!

Tie Ze left a silver afterimage in the air, but he failed to hit his target accurately. The sharp blade sliced open the soldier's left cheek, cutting a hole in the face, revealing the substance beneath that was no longer human. "Bastard!" the Iron Knight scolded, he didn't expect this demon to have the ability to control the movement of the corpse, the swing of the target's head made his attack useless, and sent himself into danger as he followed the sword.

"Poof!" Sure enough, as two balls of blood burst out of the scout's chest, two thicker tentacles struck the Great Knight Chief's body. At this time, the stabbing was not finished, and even if Atticus wanted to dodge, there was no way. Seeing that the demon's attack was about to touch the knight, a sharp hammer with a hexagonal tip and a sharp blade to decorate the corners of the edge lifted the two tentacles from the bottom up! Andrea also hit the Iron Knight with his left shoulder by the way, knocking the latter away from the demon's body.

"Be careful! your weapon won't hurt it!" Atticus reminded the Raging Lion as he fell to the ground.

But the angry lion was not alarmed by this, he handed the hammer from his left hand to his right hand, and looked at the enemy in front of him with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. "Really? I don't think so. "The arrogant Duke has never seen the power of demons, but his brute strength does make the monsters hiding in the scout's body afraid of three points. It didn't expect that there would be people among the human race who had a sword that could easily tear through their own body, and an existence that could be powerful enough to confront it head-on.

But so what? The strength of a single individual could not hide the fact that these humans were generally defenseless against the demons, and the demons figured this out, and directly took control of the soldiers' bodies, turned around, and strode towards the rest of the camp.

"Stop it! don't let the soldiers see it!" shouted Marcus, who had risen from the ground, and he grabbed the scepter from the ground and threw it at the demon's back, the head of the staff carved with the lion struck its back, causing the monster to stumble.

Andrea knew he couldn't miss the opportunity, picked up the prismal hammer, and shifted the target from the soldier's head to the back of the knee as he shot. "Pour it for me!" With his roar, the heavy prism hammer easily shattered the knee joint, which had already been seriously injured, and made the whole body kneel uncontrollably. Unexpectedly, the scout's upper body completely ignored the human body structure and twisted it entirely, and the tentacles protruding from his chest went straight to the throat of the angry lion!

"Hey!" the two weapons were slashed with iron from above, and the Iron Knight kicked the scout on the shoulder, kicking him to the ground. This time, there was nothing to stop Atticus from lifting the blade again.

"Demons, in the name of the blue lion, go back to your hell!" The witch-hunting knife flashed with red light, stabbing deep into the corpse's throat, piercing the heart of the demon parasitic inside.