Chapter 84

The standard armor of the heavy infantry was extremely cumbersome, looking as if it was covered in a thick layer of iron all over.

Sul Dak held a square shield in his left hand and a knight's longsword in his right, crawling out of the bushes with some blueberry branches and leaves still clinging to his body.

He assumed a defensive stance against the demon in the dense forest and shouted loudly to the red-socked figure who was desperately fleeing, "Garcia, run this way!"

After shouting, Sul Dak was afraid the demon might not hear him, so he struck the iron shield in his left hand with the knight's longsword, producing a series of loud clanging sounds.

*Boom... Boom... Boom...*

A faint silver glow appeared on the surface of the square shield in Sul Dak's hand, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Seeing Sul Dak, who was far away, assume a battle stance and make a provocative gesture, the demon let out a roar, its muscular thighs bulging as it pushed off the ground with its three-toed feet, its body darting forward like an arrow released from a bow. With each step, its speed increased.

The weapon in its hand was not the usual spike but a heavy single-edged axe, the sharp blade gleaming with a cold, sinister light.

The distance between the demon and Sul Dak kept closing, the overwhelming pressure from the high-level creature, accompanied by the rhythmic footsteps, felt like a giant hammer continuously pounding in the heart of every warrior.

"Get ready..." Sul Dak's eyes never left the demon in front of him, his voice slightly hoarse.

The demon could cover about six to seven meters in a single step.

In a few breaths, the hundred-meter distance was closed, and the demon was right in front of Sul Dak.

A rope suddenly sprang up from the ground, like a tripwire blocking the demon's path.

Seeing the tripwire suddenly appear, the demon reacted quickly, leaping into the air and clearing the rope with its muscular thighs. It raised the single-edged axe over its head and charged directly at Sul Dak.

Sul Dak took a deep breath, lowering his center of gravity. This time, he did not wait to be attacked but charged straight at the demon, holding the square shield with both hands to meet the demon's descending axe.

The single-edged axe in the demon's hand created a wave of air as it swung, its body soaring through the air, its extended arms and body forming a bow shape. It then suddenly contracted its abdomen and legs, the descending axe seeming to tear through the air.

At this moment, He Boqiang emerged from the bushes, charging forward alongside Sul Dak.

He Boqiang and Sul Dak both raised their shields to meet the demon's axe, moving in unison.

The two shields collided with the demon's axe.

A double-faced, four-armed demon shadow appeared behind He Boqiang.

Silver runes also appeared on the two shields, glowing brightly on their surfaces.

The single-edged axe struck the two shields, instantly breaking through the magical runes.

*Blessed Shield*

The axe seemed to be lifted by an invisible force, the blade vibrating and emitting a light hum before finally landing solidly on the two shields.

Sul Dak felt a tremendous force like a mountain pressing down on the square shield, which was immediately split in half by the axe. He Boqiang, standing behind him, held a dwarven chain shield that firmly resisted the descending axe, the blade embedding itself in the shield.

The part of the blade that penetrated the shield barely cut through He Boqiang's leather armor on his arm. If the blade had gone a half-inch deeper, He Boqiang's arm might have been severed, but now the single-edged axe was stuck in the shield.

The demon tried to kick Sul Dak away and pull the axe out of the dwarven chain shield, but as soon as it lifted its foot, the knight's longsword in Sul Dak's hand pierced through its foot, and it kicked Sul Dak away with the sword still embedded in its foot.

The second squad of warriors, who had been hiding in the bushes, rushed forward without waiting for the demon to react, their weapons piercing the demon's body.

Only then did the demon realize it was surrounded. Unable to pull the axe out of the shield, it forcibly yanked the axe toward its chest. He Boqiang, who was much weaker than the demon, used the momentum to pull out his Roman sword and stab the demon's abdomen.

The demon, already wounded by several sword cuts, did not dare to let He Boqiang get close. With its last breath, it swung the axe, throwing the surrounding warriors away.

He Boqiang was also thrown away, and the demon, now covered in several weapons and oozing thick, dark purple blood, looked ferocious.

It discarded the axe still connected to the dwarven chain shield, ignoring the knight's longsword in its foot, and let out a piercing cry, leaping toward He Boqiang.

When He Boqiang was thrown away, he was dazed and disoriented. Before he could catch his breath, he saw the demon charging at him. He held the Roman sword with both hands and, as the demon pounced, thrust the sword upward into the demon's abdomen.

To his surprise, the demon did not dodge, taking a long gash in its abdomen and using the opportunity to grab He Boqiang's neck, pinning him to the ground.

He Boqiang's head hit a tree root behind him, causing his vision to go dark.

The demon's hands, filled with immense strength, almost twisted He Boqiang's neck.

Sul Dak stood up, picked up a longsword from the ground, and quickly ran over.

The demon, still holding He Boqiang's neck, grabbed the short horns on its head with one hand and, with the other, slashed the sword across its neck.

The demon's most vulnerable spot was its neck, and Sul Dak used all his strength, managing to decapitate the demon. The dark purple blood spurted out, covering He Boqiang's face and body.

The demon, losing its last bit of strength, fell heavily on top of He Boqiang.

He Boqiang's vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.

When He Boqiang woke up again, the second squad of warriors had already left the battlefield and returned to the secret temporary camp.

The headless demon's body was pinned to a tree with its arms outstretched.

The demon's head was placed next to the campfire, the black magic crystal inside already removed. A large iron pot was hanging over the fire, filled with a fragrant meat soup.

The smell of the meat soup made He Boqiang feel a strong urge to vomit.

"Little Dak is awake..."

The red-socked figure's exclamation made the second squad of warriors gather around.

Sul Dak squatted beside He Boqiang, smiling and said,

"Hey, the last time we saved you, you were also pinned under a headless demon. Maybe this is your fighting style."

The bearded Kager leaned in, looked at He Boqiang, and said, "We should let him rest a bit more!"

Feeling no abnormalities in his body and the warm flow from the 'Blessed Body' slowly nourishing him, He Boqiang shook his dazed head and sat up on the wolf fur mat.

The red-socked figure squeezed next to He Boqiang, looking proud, and said,

"Little Dak, I never expected to kill a demon in battle, it feels great."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but wave his fist.

Then the bearded man also leaned in, looking ashamed, and said to He Boqiang,

"If I get another chance to hunt a demon, I believe I can do better. To be honest, I was a bit scared this time!"

Sul Dak patted He Boqiang's shoulder and smiled, saying,

"You need to get better quickly; we need to dispose of the demon's body as soon as possible..."