Chapter 87

Outside the camp of the Benar Legion of the Yunling Green Empire.

The night was as dark as ink, and under the moonlight, the Moya Ridge was shrouded in dense forests. Shadows moved stealthily down the mountain, seemingly well-adapted to the darkness, able to see their path without any light, or perhaps they were very familiar with the terrain. They approached the expeditionary camp directly.

It tried to hide its tall, muscular body in the shadows, suppressing its killing aura. Its bloodshot, murky eyes stared at a large tree fifty meters ahead. Damn the power of the plane, which suppressed its strength to only a third of what it had in the Flame Hell world. Originally, these eyes could see a black crow a hundred meters away in the endless darkness.

But now, even seeing fifty meters ahead was a struggle.

It licked its dry, cracked lips; its blood was almost dried up. It needed new blood to sustain its body. Wasn't this the reason it had traveled so far from the Flame Hell, enduring hardships to reach this accursed, unfamiliar plane?

What does blood taste like?

As it thought about this, saliva uncontrollably flowed from its mouth. It was really losing its sense of decorum!

Where was the dignity of a demon?

Alright! Fifty meters ahead, on that tree, was a poorly concealed lookout.

In the dark night, the eyes in the gaps between the leaves reflected a faint moonlight. It gripped the military dagger in its hand and tried to make its body as small as possible.

A long-horned demon nearby glanced at it, nodding its head to signal it to move forward.

'This is definitely a good opportunity to show the captain!' it thought. Then, it pressed its body against the shadows, twisting and moving closer to the sentry... forty-five meters... thirty-five meters... twenty meters... five meters...

It hid in the shadow under the tree, holding the military dagger in its mouth, and climbed the tree with its hands. A branch snapped under its grip.

Damn it, everything in this plane was so fragile; even a light touch could break it. Why couldn't there be some iron trees from the Flame Hell here?

The unexpected sound made its heart race...

But the human warrior in the tree seemed to be asleep and did not notice the unusual sound below.

It continued to climb, but the tree's dense canopy made it difficult for its large body to fit inside. It had to stop and stretch its body upward, holding the military dagger and quietly reaching toward the human warrior.

The sharp military dagger pierced the warrior's foot and, in the next second, emerged from the warrior's skull. The human warrior was impaled on the dagger, unable to send out any warning.

It caught the magic signal flare that fell from the human warrior's hand and jumped down from the tree with its prize.

More than a hundred demons passed by, silently rushing toward the camp. It had wanted to feast, but now it had to follow the other demons forward.

The demons, emerging from the dense forest without any warning, suddenly jumped out.

The two leading green-faced, long-horned demons left almost two trails of afterimages as they charged. Their arms crossed in front of their faces, they crouched like charging rhinos, crashing into the ten-meter-high wooden fence. The fence's foundation was not very solid, and under the combined impact of the two green-faced, long-horned demons, several fence posts shattered.

In the deafening roar, the more than a hundred demons charged into the camp like hungry wolves, driven by instinct to attack the human warriors sleeping in their tents.

...

A thunderous boom woke He Boqiang from his sleep.

The warriors of the second squad around him also climbed out of their sleeping bags, hearing the chaotic shouts outside. Suldak, without hesitation, quickly put on his heavy armor. For a heavy infantry warrior, not wearing this heavy armor was no different from a farmer with a pitchfork.

The sound of the assembly horn faintly echoed outside the camp. Suldak stood in the tent, urging his second squad warriors, "Hurry! Everyone, put on your armor quickly..."

He fastened his shoulder straps, secured the hidden buttons on his greaves, and rushed out of the tent with his knight's longsword.

He Boqiang, who had not taken off his leather armor while sleeping, followed behind him. The advantage of wearing leather armor made from magical beasts was that it felt like a single layer of clothing, though it was a bit uncomfortable to sleep in.

In his subconscious, he had a vague memory: in the battlefield, as long as it did not significantly affect sleep, armor should not be taken off.

As Suldak charged out with his sword, He Boqiang followed closely behind.

Lifting the tent flap, they found the camp in chaos.

The demons' roars came from all directions. A three-meter-tall demon had stomped on a nearby tent, crushing the warriors inside before they could even crawl out. They struggled like fish trapped in a net, trying to tear through the tent to escape.

But the demon that had stomped on the tent did not give them such an opportunity, stabbing wildly into the most active parts of the tent with its military dagger, causing painful screams each time.

At this moment, Suldak could not resist charging forward with his longsword.

He seemed to have forgotten that he had not received the blessing of the sacrificial ceremony, and his current physical state could not withstand a heavy blow from a demon warrior.

The longsword was easily deflected by the demon, who then thrust its military dagger at Suldak's chest.

A dwarf chain shield appeared in front of Suldak's chest. The shield, patched with many iron plates and looking worn out, firmly caught the demon's military dagger. Behind He Boqiang, the shadow of a two-faced, four-armed demon god reappeared but quickly vanished.

In the sharp clang of metal, He Boqiang abandoned the dwarf chain shield, gripping the Roman sword with both hands and stepping forward, thrusting the sword into the demon's abdomen.

The demon withdrew the hand that had blocked Suldak's knight's longsword and punched He Boqiang's shoulder hard. The flame snake lizard leather shoulder guard cracked under the impact.

He Boqiang felt a surge of force from his shoulder, but the leather shoulder guard absorbed most of the impact. Unfortunately, the flame snake lizard leather was not as sturdy as he had hoped. The demon's punch was too powerful, tearing a gash in the shoulder guard. He Boqiang felt a hammer-like blow, and his body was thrown backward.

Just then, Big Beard rushed out of the tent, colliding with He Boqiang as he fell backward, and the two rolled into a heap.

He Boqiang pulled the chain on his arm, retrieving the discarded dwarf chain shield.

But the modified Roman sword was still embedded in the demon's abdomen...

The camp was engulfed in the chaos of battle...