Chapter 44

In the crevice of the rocks, a bonfire was burning, the wood in the fire having been completely consumed, leaving only a few embers glowing dark red. These embers were smoking a large fish bone, from which most of the meat had been stripped, leaving only a charred skeleton.

A native girl squatted beside the bonfire, using a dagger to search for the last bits of fish meat. This wasn't because she was still hungry, but rather a habit formed by a life of poverty. She had large, emerald-green eyes, a small, delicate nose, and a pointed chin, with a forehead that was somewhat broad. By the standards of the Empire, her nondescript face could not be considered beautiful.

Bajiale, the swordsman, walked over and took a package of dried food wrapped in banana leaves from the side, handing it to the native girl. This package of dried rations, which the warriors of the second squad were almost sick of, was a rare delicacy for the native girl.

Three native hunters, their bodies implanted with black-patterned magic skin, sat quietly in a corner. Their faces were covered with black magic patterns, as if their bodies were struggling to suppress some kind of pain. They needed some time to get used to the power within their bodies, whether it was running, jumping, or swinging a sword or punching. They had lost the familiarity they once had with their bodies. Bajiale, the swordsman, planned to train them before nightfall.

He Boqiang really wanted to go over and take a look, but the three native hunters had a "do not approach" demeanor and could not communicate with him, so he had to give up the idea.

Sulidak told He Boqiang that eating the flesh of magical beasts for a long time could improve one's physical constitution. Recently, the main food for the warriors of the second squad had been fish porridge. He Boqiang didn't feel any improvement in his physical condition, but the third star in his mental sea had mysteriously lit up.

Bajiale, the swordsman, the thirteen warriors of the second squad, and twenty native hunters temporarily formed a combat team, leaving the temporary shelter in the valley crevice under the cover of night and entering the dense forest of the valley.

The native girl, Moli, was also part of the group. She was very familiar with the environment of the valley forest, so she took the lead.

In fact, the temporary shelter in the crevice was not far from the Demon Gate.

Native hunters were always on guard at the Demon Gate. If there was any unusual activity, the native hunters would immediately report it to the temporary shelter in the crevice.

Usually, when demons crawled out of the gate, the native hunters couldn't handle them, and Bajiale, the swordsman, would have to personally intervene to deal with the demons before they adapted to the laws of the Warsaw Plane.

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The valley was silent at night, and through the dense tree canopy, a few stars could be seen. The path in the forest was pitch black.

The native hunters were completely adapted to this environment, moving swiftly through the forest. The warriors of the second squad followed behind, struggling to keep up, but no one complained. They all used all their strength to follow.

Pushing aside a patch of shrubs, He Boqiang finally saw the Demon Gate standing against the rock wall.

The gate was completely beyond He Boqiang's understanding. He never imagined that the Demon Gate was alive...

In the distance, the rock wall was not obscured by dense branches, so there was some light. In the darkness, he could vaguely see a demon with a green face and fangs, over four meters tall, sitting against the rock wall. He Boqiang could clearly see its eyes, which were constantly scanning the surroundings. The rock wall behind it was covered with purple bloodstains, which, in the darkness, looked like shadows.

No wonder Sulidak said that Bajiale, the swordsman, had chased a green-faced, fanged demon from the Kemato River Basin into the Gandael Mountains.

The green-faced, fanged demon was sitting against the rock wall, holding a large bone club, and seemed to be in good spirits.

However, there was a large gash on its chest, extending from the collarbone to the navel, about two meters long. The wound was open, and purple blood was continuously seeping out.

Just as the warriors of the second squad were wondering where the Demon Gate was, a bloody hand suddenly emerged from the demon's abdominal wound. The hand forcefully pushed open the wound, and the demon's face contorted in extreme pain. Then, another hand emerged, followed by a head that was constantly emitting green smoke.

As soon as the demon's face came into contact with the air, it was rapidly corroded as if it had encountered a strong acid. It let out a painful growl and slowly crawled out of the green-faced demon's body, emitting a foul-smelling green smoke. By the time it completely emerged from the wound, its skin had been completely corroded, leaving only the purple-red muscle tissue inside.

The two natives who had been guarding the shrubs quickly reported the situation to Bajiale, the swordsman, in their native language. Bajiale's face was stern as he listened, nodding continuously.

He then patted the shoulders of the two native hunters and said a few words to the girl Moli. Moli handed two packages of roasted fish meat to the two native hunters, who ran to the side and devoured the food.

Bajiale, the swordsman, gathered the warriors of the second squad and explained the situation in a low voice:

"This is the power of the laws of the Warsaw Plane. For these demons from the Abyss, the air of the Warsaw Plane is like a deadly poison. Their skin is rapidly corroded and dissolved upon contact with this poison. However, these demon warriors have an extremely strong adaptability. If given enough time, they will gradually grow new skin that conforms to the laws of this world."

"Observe their movements carefully. Their arms and legs are extremely uncoordinated, which is also due to the influence of the world's laws. However, it only takes them half a day to adapt to these movement-related effects."

If the warriors of the second squad hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have found it hard to understand Bajiale's words. With Bajiale's explanation, they found it easier to accept.

He Boqiang recalled the demons he had seen in the forest upstream of the river valley. They probably had no skin due to this reason, but those demons could fight easily, indicating they had already adapted to the laws of this world. They had even slaughtered a pack of red-eyed hyenas and consumed their flesh and blood.

However, before they could digest that energy, they encountered a more powerful earth bear, which hunted and killed them.

At this moment, Bajiale, the swordsman, continued to address the warriors:

"Therefore, to kill these demons, we must act while they are still unfamiliar with the laws of this world. This is why I cannot easily leave this valley."

His gaze swept over each warrior's face, and he said seriously:

"Right now, I want to eliminate this Demon Gate. Only by killing this green-faced demon can we completely seal the Demon Gate. I need your help."

Hearing Bajiale's words, the warriors of the second squad were filled with fighting spirit, seemingly ready to face life and death.

Bajiale continued: "Every time I try to get close to it, this green-faced demon will ignore its own physical limits and forcibly tear open its body to release a large number of demons. I can't quickly deal with it, so I can only watch as new demons join the battle, gradually turning the tide and forcing me to retreat... Therefore, this time, we must strive to destroy this Demon Gate as quickly as possible."

He Boqiang turned his head and looked at the demon in front of the Demon Gate, which was constantly moving its joints, and began to think seriously...