When the militia leader, Schalke, woke up, he saw a girl's face full of concern.

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and when she saw him awake, she immediately hugged her father tightly, excited and frightened, as if she was worried that he would disappear into thin air.

"Ninia......" Schalke escaped death, and when he saw his daughter who had been missing for months, he couldn't hold back his tears, "You're okay, great, great...... God, we're here again......

This is a cheerful tear peculiar to older people, which does not harm health, but still makes the usually serious person funny.

"Father, forgive me," Ninia whispered in a trembling voice, "I'm not a good boy, I've grieved you."

Is that so? Schalke's mind was in turmoil, and he didn't know what to say about his daughter's behavior.

The daughter became a subordinate of the demon clan, which is really a shameful and sad thing.

However, she looked so healthy and vibrant, dressed in expensive armor and splendid clothes, like a majestic Valkyrie, using the power that only a god could bestow to save her father and brother.

Fate is like this, do you have to use mixed joys and sorrows to trick people?

"I have to forgive you, it's easy to forgive, but life is hard."

Schalke muttered to himself, and suddenly he remembered something crucial, and hurriedly pushed his daughter away, lifted the clothes from his breast, and desperately lowered his head, caressing his chest like a madman.

The demon fetus that had made him feel painful was no longer beating on his chest, except for a scar that looked a little terrifying, but had healed and grown new skin, and there was nothing left on his chest.

"Thank you!" Schalke couldn't help but cry out in surprise, "This deadly seed is finally gone!"

With tears of joy in her eyes, Ninia leaned a little closer and gently reminded her father.

"You can't just thank the gods, but the lord and him."

Schalke followed Ninia's finger and looked to the other side of the tent, where there was a pretty little girl dressed as a witch, her head bowed, fiddling with two thin iron bars bent into shape.

"Witches? I see, Rams said it......

Schalke remembered what had happened before, and struggled to get up to thank him, but he had many wounds on his body, and his physical strength was too much to use, and he found that he didn't even have the strength to support his body with his arms.

He has become so weak and needs the demons to rescue, this helpless and pathetic situation can't help but make Schalke feel a little depressed.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wald."

Plani, the little witch who didn't disturb the father-daughter reunion, walked over and looked at Schalke with a smile.

The smile is so sweet, which makes Schalke feel indescribably warm after the disaster.

I don't know if it's an illusion caused by physical weakness, Schalke seems to see a hazy light shrouded in the girl's body, and can't help but rub his old eyes.

"Don't move, I'll heal your wounds with the light." Prani reassured him graciously and gently placed her hand on his chest, "Don't worry, it won't be long before you're fully recovered."

Where is this witch, it's clearly a clergyman!

Schalke, who hadn't been to church in the light for many years, looked at the girl in witch costume in amazement, and felt the tight muscles and skin in his chest gradually relax.

As a warm current flowed through his body, Schalke's mind also calmed down, and this adventure made him sigh at the beauty of the world.

"Thank you, child." He thanked vaguely, "I thought...... I lived to the end, and I didn't expect to be saved......

"Don't be stupid, father." Ninia interrupted him with a cute look of disgust and gently kissed his broad, wrinkled forehead, "Everything will be fine, everyone will be saved."

"How are the people in the village?" Instead of continuing to talk about himself, Schalke eagerly asked about the others, "You unproductive

Where's my brother?"

"Everyone is fine, and those who run out are saved." Ninia said in a distressed and respectful tone, "The lord has saved everyone, and the pursuers have been eliminated."

Hearing that everyone else had been saved, Schalke's furrowed brow furrowed into a look of relief and relaxation.

Last night was a real deal......

"Yes, my lord, where is that Vincent von Steyakad, this venerable demon lord? Although I am a sinner, I still want to be able to sincerely thank him for protecting everyone and protecting the people I hold dear most."

Seeing that Schalke's tone was sincere and calm, Ninia's hanging heart relaxed slightly.

My father didn't seem so stubborn, at least he was sober and didn't maintain meaningless dignity towards his lord.

"He's still commanding the battle, and after saving you last night, he's rushed to the south of the village to intercept the Knights."

Last night at midnight there was a hand-to-hand battle that wiped out the Knights' pursuers.

The reason for such a tragic result is not because the knights did not fight with all their strength, it can only be said that their luck is really bad.

Poor armor and weapons, and a lack of careful planning in advance, are inevitable shortcomings in haste.

First of all, he was hit head-on by Ninia's chosen power, and the sword qi that was as hard as an entity swept away the knights in the front row, causing heavy losses to the knights in the front row, and more than ten noble knights were killed in one blow.

The knights, who had never seen the power of God's chosen one, were terrified and did not dare to continue their pursuit.

In this moment of chaos, Schiff leaps on his horse, wielding a mechanical compound bow made by Vincent.

In this era when nomadic cavalry used the recurve bow as their main weapon and archery relied entirely on arm strength, a special compound bow with a pulley block, shock absorber, and aiming mechanism was simply a nomadic favorite.

After all, it was something that had been produced by the family's toy factory, and Vincent was still very familiar with it.

Due to the limitations of the materials, Vincent's compound bow did not have too many pounds and was not as accurate as a competition bow, but the skill and experience of the Skava made up for it.

For this group of archers who can pull hundreds of pounds of bow power on the prairie, Vincent's easy-to-effort, easy-to-aim compound bow can't even reach the standard 70 pounds, and Schiff is easy and comfortable to use.

After a few days of training, Schiff, who had touched the doorway, achieved a brilliant record of shooting and wounding twenty knights in a night melee, which frightened the knights into hearing the sound of "boom".

Of course, due to the effect of the "Craftsman's Seal", Schiff could not disassemble and adjust the bow and arrow by himself.

So when the excited Schiff pulled the bowstring wildly and shot the bow off the string, he had to give up flying a kite from a distance and pull out his saber for a white-knuckle fight.

But at that time, he didn't need to fight anymore, thousands of skeleton soldiers surrounded the knights, and Shif, who was proficient in horsemanship, could not break through, so he could only curse and go around from the side, and chase the knights who ran behind him alone.

Pity the last few knights were flustered, they were no match for Schiff, except for one who was cut off his horse by a saber, and the other two were directly hit by firearms and fell off their horses.

Fifty knights was a big loss, but it was not unacceptable for a knight order with hundreds of horses and riders.

The deputy commander, Karl, put the rest of the men in order and made a difficult decision to break through to the south.

They were greeted to the south by Vincent, who had the worms dig six trenches and five thousand skeletons filled with them, and he had long regarded the south as a key defensive area.

"The six trenches are the six realms of reincarnation, welcome to reincarnation."

Riding a nightmare, Vincent skirted the village and stopped to wait behind the trench, beside the giant Scythe Demon slowly revealing its terrifying form from the shadows.