The arm guards extend from the wrist to the elbow, wrapping the forearm of the Chromome Warrior so tightly that it fits as if it were custom-made. The entire pair of arms guards is dark gold, densely covered with countless intricate rune patterns, and there is a faint brilliance circulating in them.

The most striking thing is that there is a lifelike beast head inlaid above the armguard, the lion's mane and tiger head, leopard eyes and sword teeth are hideous and fierce, and a pair of red beast eyes transmit blood-colored light, which makes people feel mysterious.

For some reason, Leon felt that the pair of arms contained an extremely terrifying power, which made his soul tremble.

This is undoubtedly the ancient artifact of the Banga tribe, and they have been able to resist the powerful weapons of a Terran mercenary group.

"Please answer!"

Seeing that Leon was only staring at his armguards without answering, the Warrior turned ugly and asked again in an accentuated tone.

The warriors behind him raised their bows and arrows again, and if Leon was wrong, it would be a stormy attack.

Leon suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly took out a small scroll from his belt and threw it to the other party.

The Warrior grabbed it with one hand, glanced at Leon suspiciously, and carefully opened the scroll.

This scroll was actually a letter, written by Gonggo specifically for Leon, and it was all written with the characters of the Semu clan, which must have been mixed with some code words and codes, anyway, the Semu warrior's expression softened after a few glances.

He put away the scroll and put down his battle axe, and pressed his right hand to his heart and saluted Leon: "Your Excellency, please forgive us for our rudeness just now, and thank you for coming here from the distant Savage Fortress to rescue us. ”

"We've been waiting for you here for a long time!"

The warriors behind them all laid down their weapons, their faces showing excitement, the joy of being helped in a desperate situation.

"My name is Leon, take me to your chief first to discuss the plan to break out!" Leon replied: "Our people are still outside, their number is not many, without your cooperation, we will definitely not be able to deal with the enemy." ”

"Okay, please come with me!" the Warrior made an inviting gesture.

The innermost part of the monastery hall was a closed portal, and when the heavy stone door was pushed open, a tunnel leading to the underground was immediately revealed, with two Lustful warriors guarding below.

They all carried something like tinder in their hands, and the light of the flame was enough to illuminate the long underground passages.

Leon followed the Warrior down the stone steps, and the other Warriors continued to guard the door, apparently guarding the portal against the Terran mercenaries while the hall was the battlefield.

Walking down dozens of steps, the front suddenly opened up, and a hundred-foot-square underground space appeared in front of Leon's eyes.

It was supposed to be a place of worship in the monastery of ancient civilizations, and the gray altar in the middle was more than one person high, and the heavy reliefs on the surface were amazing.

There are more and more elaborate sculptures on the surrounding walls, and at intervals there are circular lampposts, the flames burning at the top illuminate the entire underground space as bright as day.

Hundreds of people of color sat on the altar or fell asleep, most of them young men and children, all of them with withered expressions, some even more dying.

The air in the chamber was very foul and smelly, and the smell of blood and decay was disgusting, and Leon noticed that some of them were wrapped in blood-stained linen, and several children were leaning against their mother's arms and moaning weakly.

During the period of siege by the Terran mercenary group, the situation of the Banga tribe was undoubtedly extremely difficult.

The Lust-Eyed Warrior led Leon to the altar, where a thin old man in a gray linen suit was sitting cross-legged on a blanket with his eyes closed, and if it weren't for the heaving of his breath in his chest, it would have been mistaken for a dead corpse.

"Chief, our reinforcements have arrived, this is Lord Leon, the Warrior of Beamon from the Savage Fortress!" said the Semu warrior excitedly, "He has brought back a letter from Lord Gongo, and I confirm that there is no problem!"

Chief Semu is the supreme leader of the clan, he is not the strongest warrior in the clan, but a sorcerer-like being, although he does not have the ability of a sorcerer, he has the ability to pass on knowledge, heal injuries and diseases, and guide his people to avoid evil and good fortune.

Among the Semu tribes, the chiefs are the most respected elders.

The old man sitting on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashed in his brown eyes, and he looked at Leon with some surprise, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Beamon warrior from afar, I am Mohan, the chief of the Banga tribe" His voice was low and hoarse, but the lingua franca was spoken much more skillfully than the Semu warriors: "We have been waiting for your arrival, please I can't get up and express welcome, please be seated!"

It was only then that Leon noticed that his legs were completely broken below his ankles and he lost the ability to walk and stand.

Leon nodded and sat down in front of the other.

The chieftain of the Banga tribe was quite weak, but he straightened his back, carefully read the handwritten scroll of Gongo, and asked Leon a few more questions to confirm that Leon's appearance was not a trick of the Terran mercenary group.

For his caution, Leon did not feel the slightest displeasure.

Through talking with Mohan, Leon learned that the Banga tribe had been trapped here for more than a week, and they were attacked by Terran mercenaries and forced to retreat to the monastery, completely because of the sacrifice of the tribal warriors one after another, coupled with the special environment of the monastery to resist the other party's attack.

But to this day, the Banga tribe has almost reached the point of exhaustion, less than 400 tribesmen have suffered more than 40 casualties, most of the tribe's food supplies have been discarded during the retreat, and now only the soldiers guarding the gate can still get a little food, and everyone else is starving.

To make matters worse, their last sip of water had been drunk two days earlier, and if hunger was bearable, thirst would be deadly.

Leon's gaze fell on a woman beside her, who looked down helplessly at her child, who was only a few years old clinging to his mother's shirt with both hands, and his chapped lips twitched silently, unable to utter the words he longed for.

Such a scene would move even a hard-hearted person to see it, and Leon felt a place in his heart being touched.

Reaching into his backpack, Leon took out the water bladder and dry food and handed it to the Semu warrior: "Take it to the children!"

He didn't have them in his backpack, but Leon had a spatial ring, so it was very easy to access something.

Silently, the warriors took the water bladder and food, and began to distribute it to the frail children, each taking a sip to quench their thirst.

"Chief Mohan, I wonder if Mr. Gonggo has told you about our plan...", Leon said to Mohan, "Our squad is very different in numbers from the enemy, and we can only rely on surprise to win. ”

"Gonggo told me in the letter," Mohan nodded, but there was a hint of embarrassment on his face, "But I'm afraid there's a problem here." ”

"What's the problem?" said Leon.

At this time, do you still want to hold on to this ancient holy artifact and not let go, you must know that Gonggo has promised to give it as a reward for the divine blade.

If not, why would the Holy Blade Squad take such a big risk to rescue the Banga tribe.

"Please don't get me wrong..."Mohan smiled bitterly, "Your Excellency Leon, it's not that I'm reluctant to use this pair of Soul Eater Arms, but the price of using it is too high!"

Soul Eater Arm! Leon heard the name of this ancient artifact for the first time, but the meaning of Mohan's words made him stunned: "The price, what kind of price?"

Mohan raised his hand, pointed at the Semu warrior who was distributing dry food, and said, "Do you know?

"This secret is known only to the chiefs of the tribe, and Gonggo does not know, and I would never have taken it out for the warriors to use if it were not for the most dangerous moment. ”

The voice of the chief of the Banga tribe was filled with desolation and guilt.

It turns out that this pair of soul eater arms is a special magic weapon, and ordinary people can gain great power after wearing it, but this strength is at the cost of sacrificing souls and blood.

Once the user's soul power and blood are depleted, the arm guards will automatically fall off, and the user will dry up and die.

During the seven or eight days of holding out here, a total of ten of the bravest tribal warriors paid with their lives, and the average one wore the arm guard for less than a day.

It was the first time for Leon to hear about such an evil sect's equipment, and he couldn't help but gasp in his heart, and he also understood why Mohan felt embarrassed.

"Lord Leon, you are a strong man with strength, and you may be able to hold out longer than our warriors, but..."

"I see!" Leon interrupted Mohan's words, and a helpless wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips: "If I want to use it, I may also take my own life!"

"Can I use it then, and wait until I've killed all the enemies outside before taking it off?" he asked, crushing the last shred of hope.

Mohan's reply was directly poured a basin of ice water: "If you can't take it off, at least our warriors can't, unless you cut off your arms." ”

Damn! Leon's heart was half cold, this time he was really cocooning himself, and he was harmed by that hateful lustful man.

Knowing that this so-called Ancient Artifact was so evil, Odeniz probably wouldn't have considered it at all, but now it's too late to say anything.

Leon didn't think he would be able to slip out unharmed, the Holy Blade team was still waiting outside for him to make an action!

(To be continued)