"Splitter?" A smile appeared on the bald man's face. "It's a 3-star magic mark. Tsk tsk, it's quite rare. I remember that magic marks of the Splitter are good at attacking. In that case, you can only go to the Vanguard Battalion."
Lisa glanced at him: "Don't you want to verify it?"
The bald man grinned: "What is there to verify? I believe in little brother's character. You won't lie."
Lisa rolled her eyes and glanced at Dean who was silent. She slightly shook her head. His experience was too shallow. He had offended the commander of the temporary recruitment camp. If Dean had said that he had a perception type magic mark or an investigation type magic mark, then even if Baldy was dissatisfied with him, he wouldn't have dared to openly assign him to the assault camp in front of him.
Private hatred could only be solved in private at the border. If anyone was involved in the war then once it was detected it would not be a small punishment.
Now that Dean was assigned to the vanguard camp it was obvious that he could only live for a few days. Even she couldn't change anything. After all, Dean didn't have any background so it wasn't worth her help.
Dean was relieved when he saw Baldy's impatient appearance. He had gambled correctly.
His vision was very accurate. He knew that if he offended the bald man then the other side would definitely find fault with him. If he said that he had a perception type magic mark then the other side may not believe it. They might even ask to stimulate the demonic body on the spot to verify it. Although his demonic body was that of splitter but there seemed to be some differences with the average splitter. In case they saw something wrong then it would be more troublesome.
"Dean, Splitter magic marks, abyss level …" Baldy took out a book and wrote down Dean's information: "Good. You have added a general to the team. You have to do a good job and kill as many enemies as you can on the battlefield. With the destructive power of your magic marks, it will be easy for you to accumulate achievements. I estimate that you will be rewarded when you return to the Kingdom of God!"
Dean nodded but didn't say anything. Although the bald man's words were very tempting but his eyes and tone were obviously gloating. The Vanguard Battalion, as the name suggested, was obviously the cannon fodder that charged at the very front. While the speed at which they accumulated combat achievements was fast, the speed at which they were sacrificed was even faster. On a battlefield of this level, an Abyss like him was nothing at all. Saying that he was a general was just a joke that the enemy was joking about.
As for why the baldy was in such a good mood, Dean knew the reason. Once he died, Aisha would be ownerless!
"How long is the temporary conscription period?" Dudian asked.
The bald man smiled and said, "When the border guards withdraw their emergency alert state, your service time will be over. As for when the emergency alert state will be withdrawn, it will depend on when those fellows outside the border retreat."
Dudian nodded and didn't say anything.
"Go wait outside first. I still have something to say to Commander Leisha. I'll bring you to report to the Charge Camp later and collect your Battlefield Single Unit Combat Device."
"Individual combat device?" Dean's eyes moved, but he didn't ask much. He turned and left.
Leisha looked at Dean's back as he walked out of the tent. She slightly frowned and said to the bald man, "You haven't asked him if he is a lower or middle abyss."
The baldy smiled disapprovingly and said, "I say, Miss Lisa, have you taken a fancy to this pretty boy? I noticed that the way you look at him is not right. In the past, when those guys came to report, I didn't see you pay attention to them. Moreover, do you still need to ask? If he is a middle abyss, how could he be caught and brought to our temporary conscription camp? Those people are at the same level as us and have backers in the empire. This kid obviously has no background. He deserves to be unlucky. Who doesn't know that our temporary conscription camp is just cannon fodder on the battlefield! "
Leisha's face was cold: "Pay attention to your words."
The bald man saw her change her face and quickly smiled. He didn't dare to push his luck: "Yes, yes. My mouth is cheap."
Leisa snorted coldly and said, "I'm warning you, we need people now. This person is an abyss after all. You better not play any tricks. Even if he dies, that Corpse King won't be yours. I'll keep it safe."
The bald man's expression changed slightly. His brows furrowed, but he quickly relaxed and revealed a smile again. He chuckled and said, "Miss Leisha, what are you talking about? Although this brat has a tough temper, I'm not that narrow-minded. Don't worry, making the best use of everything is our principle here. I won't deliberately send him to his death. However, about the Corpse King, how about we discuss it later?"
Lisa knew that he was a ruffian in the army. He had been here for many years and was already a wily old fox. She couldn't be bothered to lower herself to his level. She got up and said, "I'll send this person personally. Take care!" After saying that, she left the tent.
The bald man looked at her swaying waist and slightly licked his lips. There was a trace of greed in his eyes. He whispered to himself: "Smelly bitch, one day I'll make you beg for mercy under my crotch!"
Dean was waiting outside the tent. He heard the voices of the two people inside the tent. As he expected, he was surprised that the cold-faced female officer Lisa seemed to be talking to him. Both of them had almost no communication. Was this the legendary cold face but warm heart?
The sound of footsteps came from behind. Dean knew that Leisha was coming. He turned and said: "Officer Leisha."
Leisha nodded slightly: "Come with me."
Dudian followed behind her with Haisha.
The two of them passed through the tents in the surroundings and slowly distanced themselves from the crowd and the guards, coming to the inner boundary of the Battlegod Wall. Looking down from here, the land on the inner boundary was extremely vast and the distance was extremely far. The rivers and forests on the ground were extremely beautiful.
Leisha stood at the edge, her silky hair fluttering in the breeze. It was as light as a cloud, blurring her features. She stopped and stood there, looking into the distance.
Dean's eyes lit up. He didn't know why this woman brought him here.
He didn't ask.
There was silence between the two.
There was only a few whistling sounds of the wind.
After a few minutes of silence, Leisha opened her mouth. The first sentence she said made Dean's hair stand up: "Is the Corpse King your lover?"
Dean couldn't help but clench his fists. He stared at her back. Suddenly he had an impulse to attack. But he couldn't see the slightest murderous intent from Leisha's body. He finally endured it.
"What did you say?" Dean asked in a deep voice.
Lisa slowly turned her head and looked at Aisha. She looked at Dean: "If I'm not wrong then she's your lover? Or a partner who fought with you? How long has she been infected? "
Dean's face became more gloomy. He stared at the woman's face. He carefully looked at every pore of her body. Suddenly he found a sad and compassionate expression in her eyes. Was she sympathizing with him?
Dean suppressed the killing intent in his heart and whispered, "Sir, you misunderstood. She is just a corpse king that I caught."
"You don't have to lie to me. I won't tell on you." Leisha shook her head: "You won't live to see tomorrow if I want to kill you. Moreover, I won't do it myself. Do you believe me?"
Dean's palms overflowed with cold sweat. He naturally didn't believe it but he had to believe it.
Seeing Dean's silence, Leisha continued: "I've noticed her since you came. You said that you caught her in the wilderness. Oh, that's just to deceive others. Her clothes are cleaner than yours. There's no minced meat or blood in her nails. Her nails are neatly trimmed. She often takes care of her hands. Even more diligent than me. How can I believe that she isn't your lover?"
Dean's face changed. He didn't expect these reasons to expose him. It was meaningless to continue to deny it. He looked at her: "Yes, she is my lover. What do you want?"
Leisha shook her head slightly: "I don't want to do anything. I just have some feelings." She turned her head and looked into the distance as before. Her voice was ethereal with a bit of sadness: "My husband, like her, was infected with the virus and became a Corpse King."
Dean was startled.
"I saw him being bitten with my own eyes, and the virus eating away at his body bit by bit. I once knelt down and begged everyone I could to save him, but no one could do it. I could only watch as his skin turned paler day by day, and then completely changed, becoming a Corpse King that didn't recognize anyone. At that time, I thought that if he became a Corpse King and bit me, I could also become a Corpse King and accompany him, even if it meant being destroyed …"
Leisha's voice floated in the breeze: "But he didn't."
"No?" Dean's pupils shrank.
Leisha slowly said: "He resurrected as a Corpse King. He didn't bite me. Instead, he pushed me away. Then he was destroyed in front of me …"
Dean saw her slightly trembling shoulders and was slightly silent.
There was a long silence.
Lisa seemed to be calming herself down. It was not until a long time later that she finally turned around. Her expression seemed to have returned to its previous indifference, except that there was obvious moisture in her eyes. "Seeing that you love her so much, I believe that you must love her very much, very deeply, and you are even willing to sacrifice yourself for her. However, keeping her by your side for such a long time is not the solution."
"You are now conscripted to the temporary camp. You can lose your life at any time. When you die, she won't have a good ending. If you trust me, you can entrust her to me. If you can return to the empire alive, it will naturally be the best. If not, I can take care of her for you. At least, I won't let her be destroyed …"
Dean looked at the faint sadness in her eyes. Suddenly he had a feeling of finding the same kind of confidant. The previous dialogue between her and Baldy was very clear that he would die in the battlefield this time.
Although he didn't want to agree, but there would be accidents at any time. Not to mention the battlefield, even if it was in the wilderness, there would be accidents. In case something happened to him, then Aisha would have someone to rely on. It would be a good thing.
"Well, if something happens to me, then please take care of her." Dean thought for a moment and nodded.
"I will take care of her." Leisha slowly said: "But I see that she doesn't seem to have the ability to move. She can't even eat or drink. How do you limit her ability to move?"
Dean was about to open his mouth, but a warning sign suddenly sounded in his heart. His eyes flashed as he said: "This method of restriction is less destructive to her body, but it is more cumbersome. Through some tools, her bones, body and brain perception system are restricted from her body, so that she has no perception of the outside world. That's why she is in such a state."
Leisha's eyes flashed a trace of imperceptible disappointment: "So that's how it is. This method is really good. I have heard of it before in the empire. Once the perception of the Undeads is blinded, they will stop moving like puppets. They have weak thinking ability, or even none. In the case of no prey, they will basically be in a wandering state."
"That's it." Dean nodded: "It's a bit complicated. Let's go and report first. I'll tell you the details later."
Leisha nodded slightly and sighed: "Alright."
She turned back to the aisle and led Dean all the way forward.
Dean was behind her. Looking from the side, he could see her shoulders and chest bulge. The beautiful face seemed to have restored the usual indifference. He slightly frowned. He didn't know whether this woman was really like what she said or had another purpose. If there was another purpose, did she realize that the state of his control of Aisha was different from the general corpse king? So she wanted to find out from his hands?
If that was the case, why didn't she report it? The empire should have the means to pry open a person's mouth.
Thinking of this, Dean suddenly felt that this woman was not as simple as she looked on the surface. Perhaps she was not just the deputy of the old general.
Not long after the two walked, they came to a military camp next to the temporary enlistment camp. There were only twenty or thirty tents here. Hundreds of people were moving around and inside the tents. Most of them were pioneers, followed by a larger proportion of dominators. In addition, Dean also saw two abyss-level heat sources. As for whether there were abyss-level heat sources or not, he didn't know.
"This is the Assault Camp." Leisha introduced and led Dean to the largest tent in the middle. People sitting or chatting around saw Leisha and Dean like sharks smelling blood. Although they maintained their original posture, their eyes were all focused on the two.
Leisha lifted the curtain and walked in. It was very spacious inside, full of weapons such as swords, spears, spears, etc. On the other side, there were several huge metal racks with armors similar to wrist guards.
There were several people working in the tent. A fat woman sat at the top table. She was less than 1.5 meters tall, but her horizontal width was almost no less than 1 meter. She belonged to the kind of person who wouldn't feel pain if she fell. She looked up and was surprised: "Officer Leisha?"
"This is the newcomer, Dean, an abyss-level master." Leisha pointed at Dean and said to the short and fat woman: "Prepare a set of armor and an individual soldier system for him."
"Abyss?" The short and fat woman was a little surprised. She looked at Dean and soon noticed Aisha next to him. She was startled and said: "This is, a corpse king?"
"His trophy." Leisha said casually.
The short and fat woman understood and didn't ask again: "I know. I'll tailor it for him."
"Alright, I'll leave him to you. I have to go back first. The three border envoys have arrived. I'll go and see how they are going to deal with this matter." Leisha turned and left. She gave Dean a careful look before leaving.
The short and fat woman looked at Dean after Leisha left: "Dean, I'll remember it. You wait outside and come back to collect your combat equipment."
Dudian was surprised: "Combat equipment? Doesn't everyone have a magic hunting device? "
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