The brown-skinned one-eyed man raised the hammer in his hand—his whole body tensed, and the force was so strong that it could shatter the boulder. He was irritated by www.biquge.info the leaping beasts, their bouncing limbs, their tails as stiff as steel, leaping in front of him as if defiant, and then vanishing in the grass.

The hammers fell to the ground - theoretically supposed to smash a monster's head, but they vanished in front of the One-Eyed Man, and a low roar filled the air.

The mercenary's patience was almost exhausted, he shouted angrily, the falling hammer sank dozens of centimeters into the dirt, the smoke covered his only eye, he coughed a few times, and it took a lot of effort to pull out the weapon. Suddenly, a cold wind blew around him, causing him to stagger a few steps.

When he turned around, he saw a pair of purple eyes staring at him, his pupils shrinking into a thin line. The experience of dealing with wild beasts told him that this guy was trying to figure out how to swallow himself.

The one-eyed mercenary felt insulted, his muscles tightened, and he swung his weapon sideways like a pesky mosquito—the steel slammed into some kind of hard foreign object, and the metal trembling back made his hands tingle.

To his horror, the monster had a pinprick-like mane that seemed to be harder than a hammer—not a single one was broken. The beast was beyond his knowledge.

He was about to raise his hand again when he felt a tingling sensation in the back of his neck—followed by a tingling pain, and then ......

The one-eyed mercenary's head was bitten off by the neck, and the four devourers ripped open his skin and swallowed the bloody, fresh, strong muscles into his belly.

The mercenary's last sight saw red blood stains spreading from the depths of the jungle, seeping into the dirt.

And the man who hired him, the young lord Carter Larson, was not easy, and in front of him were more than a dozen purple monsters with bared teeth and grins.

The spells he was proud of had no effect, the green poisonous mist seemed to - it just made them think that these humans were not delicious, most of the mercenaries he hired were lying in pools of blood, and there was a tall halberdier and a bearded boz hiding behind him shivering.

And the young man in the black robe always looked at all this with his hands folded and a smile on his face.

The aristocrat's pride forbade Carter to ask him for help. He was the heir to the largest city-state in the South, the most gifted monk of the Imperial Seminary, and his family had made numerous feats for the Empire, and his father was ...... It is the upright and loyal Grand Duke of Paliwa. He could not lay down his dignity in front of a pagan.

He forced himself to stop looking at the mysterious young man and look directly at the saliva-dripping, purple-skinned beast.

"Stupid people...... But it's funny......" The black-robed man walked up to him, his black eyes shining like ghostly fire.

Carter suspected that he was hallucinating, and the young man's dark eyes gradually turned blood-red, like a deep well full of blood, about to be swept into him. He heard a language that was not human, like a sacred hymn, like a terrible curse, that began to spread from the depths of the forest, filling every breath of air.

The black-robed man just stood motionless, but the besieging devouring ghosts began to stir.

They began to bare their yellow teeth, their throats made bellows-like wheezing sounds, and they rose and fell among the trees and grass, their squinted pupils gradually rounded, their purple eyes widened widely, and their manes stood on end—a sign of an enemy.

The terrible sound was like a mist, fermenting and brewing, as if it echoed on every leaf, every branch, and made Carter and his mercenaries tingle.

The black-robed man's profound facial features, black hair, and blood-red eyes looked very strange against the backdrop of his skin whiter than paper.

The beast's snort grew heavier, its throats made the sound of a toad puffing, their tails swept back and forth, and the air currents lingered around them, rolling up fallen leaves to form a vortex that blocked people's view.

The lead devourer arched its body, its manes all upside down, its hind legs bent - it took a half step back!

They are in fear, which is an instinctive reaction to a great crisis.

Immediately afterward, the devouring group retreated backwards step by step, and in an instant, most of them were hidden in the woods, and finally all disappeared, not even the sound of trampling on fallen leaves, only the sound of trees swaying.

Silence returned, and only a few bloody corpses remained.

In Carter's senses, the black-robed man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief—and it seemed that no expression was revealed. He just turned his face, which was whiter than paper, his eyes still bright and pure black, and smiled slightly.

"How—cash in on your bet and make me your mercenary. ”

"My name is Odin Diggs, and I am a warlock from Nanfeng. ”

Carter looked directly at Odin and did not speak again, he did not refuse, nor did he agree. Odin's chanting just now was not in Nanfeng Chinese, and he did not make any spell casting gestures.

As a teenager, Carter followed his father to the border and traded with the Nanfeng people, who behaved completely differently from the black-robed people. Standing in front of him was a figure of unknown identity and purpose.

The ghost devouring attack had diluted the black-robed man's sense of danger just now, and now this crisis instinct was like a spider again, crawling back into Carter's mind. The self-proclaimed Odin demanded something he didn't expect - it could be described as inexplicable, and he couldn't see what he would lose.

Carter inherited both his father's arrogance and his father's wisdom - he understood that it was impossible to refuse someone far superior to him, and that there was no such thing as a free lunch. It was better for him not to inquire about anything, to learn nothing. He didn't want to be tied up in another, more dangerous ship.

Considering the strange request of the black-robed man to explain the part of his plan to fight against the Paliva Sanctuary that coincided with the interests of the other party, he decided to keep quiet.

Carter re-anchored the wooden staff to the ground, then carefully wrapped the long sword around his waist with rags. He walked over to each corpse and examined the wounds—the fresh flesh was torn to shreds by the claws, and the smell of the viscera had attracted a lot of flies. To his amazement, in addition to the tear marks, there were also burn scars.

He crouched down and thought for a while, then stood up again, tore off the strips of cloth from his clothes, blindfolded the dead men, and bowed silently.

Then, with the tall man and bearded Boz, he began to walk deeper into the woods. The two mercenaries, who had just experienced the catastrophe of life and death, were obviously reluctant, trying to avoid the young leader, and even more so to avoid the silent black-robed man who followed them closely.

Odin recovers his eyes with his hanging hat. He had more ideas.

Demons love blood, brain, and liver. As a result, they have a sensitivity to internal organs that is different from that of other races. For Odin, he could see the young man's bright red beating heart, pulsating blood vessels, wriggling stomach, and white brain.

If he concentrates, he can even see all of the man's mind clearly, and a person is completely transparent in front of him—and what is even more interesting is that the human mind is much more complex than all other races.

In the case of demons, language is an extension of the overly abundant mind, like water overflowing the mouth of an overfilled bowl, thus making sounds. Therefore, there is no deception and concealment in the language of the demons, and of course Odin, who has human blood, is an outlier.

And human beings ...... Words and thoughts can coincide, opposite, partially intersect, or even be completely unrelated, full of deception and subterfuge, which intrigues Odin. As Ursus said, humans have strategies and intrigues that the demons do not possess.

The heir of Paliwa City in front of him was obviously hiding his emotions. His fists clenched, his lips trembling slightly from the rapid beating of his heart, he struggled to open his eyes, as if struggling to maintain his sanity.

His mind was in disarray, corpses, letters, monks, inquisitions, crosses, wild beasts...... It is almost impossible to compose a complete fragment. This means that this person is on the verge of madness.

However, Carter Larson only walked forward silently, carefully avoiding a few traps, and even looked back at the two mercenaries behind him.

Odin saw an old man, a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, a cavalryman with a silver wolf badge, a savage race, and the flames of war in Carter's spiritual sea.

He couldn't help but smile, he had chosen the right pawn - even if he was weak himself, he could pull the power of the empire from the periphery to the core. In such a desperate situation, in order to retrieve his father's body, he was still able to use all the resources he could use according to a reasonable plan.

This human being has a lot of emotions, but he is able to control them under the right behavior, and he has a clear sense of everything. At least since landing on the Twin Moon Continent, most of the humans Odin has seen have been blindly following emotions, and most of these emotions are extremely chaotic. Carter Larson is a special and interesting person to them.

Of course, Odin must show his arrogant and ignorant side in order to lower the other party's vigilance and not scare him away.

But Carter's purpose—far from sufficient—his alliance of interests is negligibly fragile, and the chaos he is about to wreak havoc in Paliwa City is far from what Odin needs. Odin wants a strong bond against the Sanctuary, a catastrophe that upends the entire city-state.

To completely get rid of all the crises facing us and achieve the goal of entering the Sunset Empire, it is necessary to deprive this person of ...... The only reason he had left made him act subverting beliefs and beliefs, Odin thought.