Ricky's voice was hoarse. It sounded as if his vocal cords had been cut off and had just been reattached.
Ricky's head reappeared on his neck. Thales watched all of this with his skin crawling. The terrifying fracture between the head and the neck was still vivid in his eyes. Above the fracture was a pale face that was devoid of blood, and below the fracture was the bright red skin of the neck.
It looked like … a head that had been sewn back into a corpse's body.
But the stitches could not be seen.
"What exactly are you —"
Zakriel could not believe his eyes.
He glared at Ricky, who was wrestling with him, and refused to give up on trying to cut him open with the axe.
"What exactly are you?"
But Ricky did not answer him directly. Crassus of the Disaster Swords only chuckled with a smile as pale as a corpse's and the terrifying fracture on his neck.
This made many of the mercenaries under him nervous. Josef even closed his eyes and turned his head away.
"I have to admit, between the two of us," Ricky's voice was weak, but it made his laughter sound even stranger.
"You are still stronger."
In the next second, the dead came back to life. Ricky, who was so strange that everyone was stunned, suddenly exerted strength in his arms, lifted Zakriel up, and slammed him down!
* Bang! *
A loud noise was heard.
"Commanding officer!"
As Tardin roared at the top of his lungs, Zakriel fell to the ground like a lifeless sandbag. He twitched in pain and vomited blood.
Ricky sneered and shook his head. He pulled out the axe embedded in Zakriel's chest and threw it on the ground.
* Clang … *
Thales was stunned.
'That person …
'What exactly is he …'
The terrifying scene of Giza putting his head back on his body appeared in his mind, and he shuddered.
'Is he really … not a Mystic?'
As the axe fell to the ground, Zakriel trembled and tried to get up.
But he did not know whether it was because he was too heavily injured or because he no longer had any stamina, but his arm only supported itself on the ground for a few seconds before it bent again.
He fell to the ground again.
Thales breathed in a daze.
He had never seen Zakriel so powerless before.
But what chilled his heart was …
Thales lifted his head in horror and saw Ricky twisting his neck without a care in the world. With a rustling sound, the terrifying fault on his neck gradually disappeared and was filled with new skin. The color of the skin on both sides also gradually became the same.
Crackling sounds came from his chest. It sounded like the bones that had been broken by the blade of an axe were being reset.
He's healing.
"But fortunately, I'm always better than my opponents …" Ricky extended his hand. Under the fearful gazes of his subordinates and enemies, he quietly tidied up his collar and armor.
"One more life."
An extra life?
Thales stared at Ricky in a daze.
"Oh, Sunset!"
Barney Junior, who had always been tough, watched this scene and lost his composure.
"I know, it's not fair, right?"
Ricky shrugged with a smile and pulled out an axe shard from his chest as he recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Welcome to the real world."
Ricky took a deep breath, as if he was learning to breathe again.
He walked towards the dying Zakriel.
"No!"
Tardin and Bruley roared as they charged forward.
Only Canon, whose eyes were bloodshot, was left to guard the incredulous Thales.
Ricky chuckled and picked up his longsword. The Disaster Swords surrounded him as well.
Zakriel, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shouted angrily.
"Stop!"
As if they were born to obey this voice, even though Tardin and Bruley's emotions were surging, they instinctively stopped moving.
Zakriel coughed up blood in pain as he spoke to them.
"Do … your duty."
Tardin and Bruley froze. They looked at their heavily injured officer with conflicting expressions, then at Thales, who was so furious that his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
Ricky, who was standing beside him, looked at them with interest.
"Ricky!"
Samel walked up and glanced at the others as though he didn't care.
"They are all excellent warriors. They will be very useful."
"And we … are short on manpower."
Ricky's eyes flashed as he looked at Samir.
Samel did not dodge. His expression remained the same.
"Humph."
Finally, Ricky snorted softly and nodded.
"Of course.
Then capture him alive. "
Thales breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the dagger in his hand.
'One more life.'
Thales subconsciously repeated the words. Even now, he still could not believe what had just happened.
They could not fight head-on anymore.
The strangeness of Ricky … was really …
At that moment …
"What exactly are you?"
Ricky lowered his head.
Zakriel was panting in pain. It was obvious that he had used up the last of his strength.
The Knight of Judgment looked at him in a daze.
"I have seen the legendary second generation of the Blood Clansmen recover as if nothing had happened even after their hearts were damaged and their necks were broken.
"I have also seen terrifying orcs who are as tough as steel. They can fight for dozens of hours while suffering from unimaginable injuries.
"I have also seen Psionic Warriors and Powers of Eradication, which are extremely rare. They can heal terrifying, fatal injuries in an extremely short amount of time."
Ricky raised his eyebrows.
'This man has seen a lot.'
Zakriel trembled and took a deep breath.
"But you … you don't belong to any of the above."
Ricky snorted softly. No one knew whether it was a tacit admission.
Zakriel coughed. His gaze was unfocused.
"And … their brains and skulls were destroyed?"
His gaze cleared up for a while, and determination appeared in his eyes.
"No."
"Under such circumstances …
"No matter how powerful the long-lived species is, they cannot withstand it.
"No matter how powerful the orcs are, they cannot survive.
"No matter how terrifying the Psionic Warriors and Powers of Eradication are, they have their limits."
Zakriel, who was lying on the ground, raised his head. His bloodshot eyes stared straight at Ricky, as if he wanted an explanation.
Thales and the others were also vigilant and solemn. They also looked at Ricky expectantly.
Ricky smiled.
A strange expression appeared on his face.
It was as if he was reminiscing.
"There were all sorts of miracles in this world." The man who came back from the dead shook his head absentmindedly.
"And you, you are just too ignorant."
Zakriel coughed again.
"Ignorant?"
For some reason, the Knight of Judgment chuckled.
"There is only one way to prove it."
In the next second, Zakriel suddenly extended his hand and picked up a torch dropped by a mercenary from the ground!
Ricky's expression changed.
Zakriel flipped over, and the torch flew straight to the leader of the Disaster Swords!
"You —" Ricky clenched his teeth and swung the torch away, but he was still hit by countless sparks.
A few mercenaries had already pounced on Zakriel, who was at the end of his tether, and firmly suppressed him.
Thales watched Zakriel's actions in surprise.
'What is he doing?'
But unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Ricky's upper body burst into flames!
It was as if he was the torch that was lit on fire.
"AHHHH!"
Ricky roared and slapped away the flames on his body with all his might.
"What is this?!"
Zakriel chuckled under the suppression of a few people.
"This is … erm … oilcloth I removed from the torch." The Knight of Judgment suffered a heavy kick from a mercenary, but he still insisted on finishing his sentence.
"I stuffed some in your clothes. A little bit will set you on fire."
After a few seconds, Ricky slapped away the flames on his body and lowered his hands.
The smoke dissipated from his body.
But at that moment, when Thales saw Ricky's face clearly, he cried out in surprise and took a step back!
He was not the only one who reacted this way. The prisoners of the Royal Guards and even many of the Disaster Swords were shocked.
Ricky was different.
Even though it was only for a few seconds, the skin on the parts of his body that were burned by the flames peeled off inch by inch, like the paint peeling off a wall.
It was especially so for the left side of his face.
Thales stared at the person in front of him in horror.
The skin on the left side of Ricky's face was gone.
In its place were layers of dark folds that overlapped with each other. They looked like muscles, but also like the veins of leaves. As Ricky gritted his teeth, they trembled from time to time.
The skin on his left eye had also "peeled off", leaving only the same dark muscle lines and a terrifying eye that shone with a strange yellow light.
It was not just the left side of his face. His left shoulder, left abdomen, right hand … All the places that were touched by the sparks or flames revealed layers of dark muscles that squirmed as if they had a mind of their own.
The other parts of his body were still intact, like a perfectly normal human being.
However, the combination of human skin and pitch-black muscles, human and inhuman, made everything seem even more bizarre.
Thales was stunned.
'What is this?
'What the f * ck is this?'
The Ricky in front of him was like a human whose skin had been removed, and there was a strange yellow-eyed monster with dark black muscles that could even squirm. It had an incredibly terrifying and hateful face.
"Oh my God …"
Quick Rope was dumbfounded.
"Am I living in a horror story …?"
Tardin subconsciously grabbed him and did not let him continue speaking.
Even though Tardin himself was almost scared out of his wits.
Ricky trembled. The human part of him showed anger. Of course, Thales could not tell what emotion the non-human part of him was feeling.
The black-and-white monster cast a glance at the prince in the distance. Its strange and terrifying face shocked Thales so much that he shuddered.
By Ricky's side, Josef handed him a hooded jacket in a practiced motion. Thales could tell that Ricky had done so while suppressing great fear or disgust. The Disaster Swords around Ricky also instinctively moved away from him.
Ricky put on the coat and used the hood to cover his half-human, half-ghost appearance.
He spoke slowly, "I know …"
In that second, Thales' hair stood on end!
He only felt that the moment Ricky opened his mouth, what came out of his throat was a rough, hoarse, and sharp noise that sounded like grinding stones.
It was like someone scratching a steel plate with their fingernails.
It was a sound that could only be heard in everyone's worst nightmares.
He was not the only one who felt that way.
Quick Rope's face even turned pale. He subconsciously covered his ears!
Thales did not know whether the nightmarish voice had negative magic, but as the voice spread, everyone in the area became nervous and uneasy.
The mercenaries who were close to Ricky moved away nervously. They wanted nothing more than to be further away from their leader.
So much so that they even forgot to be on guard against the enemy.
"I know that I don't look good right now," Ricky said coldly. Every syllable gave people goosebumps. Thales even felt his entire body tremble.
"I need some time to recover."
The moment he stopped speaking, Thales breathed a sigh of relief.
Ricky stared coldly at Zakriel on the ground with his terrifying yellow left eye and normal human right eye.
"And you …"
The moment Ricky opened his mouth again, Thales truly felt as if he was tormented in a horror story.
But when the Knight of Judgment saw Ricky's face, even though he was shocked and puzzled, he was the first to speak.
"As expected, the flames … they made you reveal your true form."
Thales breathed a sigh of relief. He was very grateful that Zakriel interrupted Ricky.
The repulsive Ricky shuddered a little and clenched his fists.
Zakriel stared straight at him, gritted his teeth, and spoke in an aggressive manner.
"Tell me, which of the Seven Sovereigns do you serve?"
Under the hood, Ricky's exposed human pupils shrank!
At that moment, many people were stunned.
Including Thales.
'Seven Great Kings?
'Wait, Little Rascal … Ahem, Saroma seems to have mentioned this to me before …
'Seven Kings …'
But before Ricky could answer, Zakriel continued to speak loudly. His voice was fierce and resolute, "How do you appear in this world?
"Possession? Pollution? Confusion? Or a crude and direct invasion? "
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The strange and unfamiliar term interrupted Thales' train of thought and added to his puzzlement.
Perhaps it was because they could not keep up with the conversation, or perhaps they were too shocked after they understood it, but all the Royal Guards, including Thales, watched the conversation between Zakriel and Ricky in a daze.
A few seconds passed.
Finally, Ricky's hood trembled a little.
"As expected of the Watchman of the Royal Guards.
You know quite a lot. "
That trembling voice that could tug at people's heartstrings was heard again.
Thales subconsciously shuddered.
Zakriel stared at him for a long, long time.
"I see," the Knight of Judgment finally spoke again. This time, his tone was no longer aggressive and stern. Instead, it was solemnity mixed with respect, surprise, and wariness.
"I know what you are now."
Ricky was slightly taken aback.
He then laughed in resignation. However, even his laughter made Thales want to cover his ears. He seemed to have understood something.
"Ha, you've never seen me before, have you?"
Thales tried his best to understand the man's words as he endured the torture in his ears and the shock in his mind.
Ricky raised his head, revealing an incredibly strange black skin under his hood. Thales instinctively turned his head away to avoid it.
"So, you were just … testing me just now?"
Zakriel closed his eyes and nodded as if he had accepted his fate.
"But I am certain now."
Ricky stared at him for a long time before he finally nodded. There was admiration in his human eyes.
On the other side, Barney Junior could not help but look at Ricky in horror, then at the Knight of Judgment. "Zakriel?
What is going on? "
Zakriel exhaled and turned to Thales and his former colleagues.
"All of you …
Put down your weapons. "
When he said this, everyone on Thales' side was shocked.
"C-Commanding officer?" Tardin asked tentatively.
Zakriel shook his head.
"We can't defeat him … At least, we can't do it without the corresponding weapons and methods."
Ricky snorted softly.
His terrifying voice made Thales restless again.
"He …" Thales hesitated. He glanced at Ricky, who had a cold expression and a terrifying voice under his hood.
"What is he?"
Zakriel was silent for a while. He glanced at the others.
Including the Disaster Swords, those in the know lowered their heads. Those who did not know had puzzled looks on their faces.
"They are like the gods … an illusory and illusory legend."
Zakriel stared at Ricky. He breathed laboriously under the pressure of the two mercenaries.
He gritted his teeth and said, "But a long time ago, the legacy of the watchman and the files of the Secret Intelligence Department recorded such existences.
They have appeared in the history of kingdoms and even the Empire more than once. "
'Such … existences?'
Thales was stunned.
Zakriel sighed softly.
He recited a description in a cadence.
"They feed on flesh and blood, and hunt for souls.
"They reveal themselves in the fire, and vanish before the gods."
Thales blinked. Zakriel's words awakened a sense of familiarity.
'Reveal themselves in the fire?
'Vanish before the gods?'
'That's right. This is the common language translated from the language of the ancient Empire.
That's why it's so strange. '
Thales frowned. "So he is …"
Zakriel shook his head. He stared at Ricky with increasing vigilance.
"No, it's not 'him'."
The Knight of Judgment quickly changed the person he referred to, and it made the people in the room shudder.
'It' is not human. "
'It?'
Thales looked at Ricky, who did not move under his hood, with a strange sense of panic in his heart.
In the next second, Zakriel spoke in his most mysterious and nervous tone.
"It came from hell …"
In the strange and uneasy atmosphere, Ricky curled up the corners of his lips under his hood.
He listened to Zakriel's last word with great interest under everyone's terrified gazes.
"Demon."
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