"Your Lord!"

The surrounding soldiers slammed their chests hard, and the earth-shattering shouts echoed in the mountain forest, startling countless birds and beasts.

Cervantes bowed his head to them, then walked quickly over the human wall, following the smell of decay to the knights.

Several knights also sensed Cervantes' arrival and bowed sideways, "Your Excellency." ”

But at the same time, their eyes were always on the center of the field.

The highly decaying monster kept attacking in all directions, but each attack was blocked back, and the monster, which looked like a big dog, had even become a training tool for the soldiers, so that they could wait less boringly.

After raising his hand in return, Cervantes and the knights turned their eyes to the monster.

Dirty saliva continued to drip from the corners of the rotten mouth, and the smell of rot that permeated the air came from the monster's saliva and body.

The skin and muscles are highly decayed, and in some places have even turned into earthy pus, and every movement of this monster causes indelible damage to the ground - to be precise, 'life'.

It seems to contain some kind of germ in its body, but it does not emit it, otherwise the soldiers will have to deal with a monster with a 'plague aura'.

Behind the circle of soldiers surrounding the monster stood several soldiers with fiery glue in their hands, they were always ready, their hands were already clenched with fiery glue, and as soon as they found something abnormal, they would throw the fiery glue out and burn the monster clean.

Splashes of saliva and pus corroded the ground and shields, and the soldiers cautiously raised their shields to meet them, each shield slap keeping the big dog back.

"Is this a 'demon cultist'?" Cervantes asked in surprise as he looked at the monster.

"We don't know either!" one of the knights standing beside him shook his head, "At first, when we reported it, we thought it was a trace of a demon cultist in the territory, but when we caught up with it, we found out that it was such a monster, but we did find traces of blood sacrifice there." ”

Cervantes frowned, a fierce look flashing in his eyes.

In Wende City, he received news that he was said to have found traces of demon believers, so he ran all the way to the border territory, but he didn't expect it to be this kind of thing?

Because someone was missing in this forest, the family of the missing person told the local garrison about it the next morning, and the soldiers came to investigate, but found a temporary altar in the forest that had not been completely destroyed.

The makeshift altar showed signs of being used, and the priest who accompanied the team confirmed the fact that the missing person was dead through the remnants of the body parts at the scene.

So they initially believed that this incident was done by demon believers, but when they caught up, they found that this monster did not have much intelligence.

This is really ridiculous, can this monster still be able to arrange a temporary altar for blood sacrifice on its own?

Something with a highly decaying body, little intelligence, and not even knowing whether it is a 'creature' or an 'undead' can set up a makeshift altar?

"That thing...... Is it a creature or an undead?" asked Cervantes turning his head to the mage behind him.

Although he had encountered a similar monster in the Black Forest, it was supposed to have escaped from the Arcane Empire's laboratory, and its body did not appear to be decomposed, only had no epidermis.

The mage who had been brought out by Cervanteste held his eyes and stood on tiptoe to look at the monster in the field, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, forgive my clumsiness, I don't recognize what it is...... mage whispered, "I don't detect the slightest trace of the undead aura on that monster other than the decay of the body, but if the body is rotten to this extent, even the internal organs have shrunk...... Truth be told, the average creature can't live, especially if it's not strong enough. ”

If it's an extraordinary warrior, even if the head is gone, it can slowly grow back, and the transcendental-level monsters are similar, but this monster can't even beat those soldiers, how can it be an extraordinary-level creature?

Cervantes let out a breath, "Kill it!"

At the sound of the order, the soldiers twisted away the fiery glue in their hands and threw it decisively at the monster in the field - they had been waiting for this order for a long time!

When the flames touched the monster's body, it was like throwing a fire into a haystack, and the monster's body was set on fire in an instant.

"Whoa!"

The monster let out a terrible howl, and immediately lay down on the ground and rolled around, trying to extinguish the flames on its body.

Seeing this scene, Cervantes' pupils shrank, and his heart surged.

If they were ordinary beasts, would they have such intelligence?

Cervantes had seen many beasts with their fur set on fire by the flames, and their first instinct was to flee in all directions, only to lie down and roll on the ground until they could no longer run.

The action mode of this monster made Cervantes feel very puzzled, because he also saw just now, this monster does not have much intelligence, and when trying to break through, it did not look for weak points, but constantly attacked the surroundings, consuming the strength of the soldiers and consuming a lot of his own physical strength.

If it really has intelligence, then it should know that it is a dead end to either rush out or stay, so it might as well try to escape.

Whether or not this monster is sapient? Cervantes didn't know.

As he pondered, the fierce flames turned the monster into a pile of ashes, leaving not even a few bones left, which made the mage who had come with the lord even more puzzled.

Even fiery glue can't burn the bones out, right?

In his impression, all those who will appear in this situation are 'undead' without exception!

The remnants of the ashes were scattered in the wind and flew all over the woods, and the soldiers had fenced off the center with a mound of earth, otherwise the flames would continue to spread in all directions.

"That's weird...... muse the mage.

"Let's go back!" Cervantes said lightly.

Now that the matter has been done and the traces of the demon cultists have not been traced, then they may still be hiding their identities and trying to continue the blood sacrifice.

This is his territory, and the civilians are all his things, and they touch his things without his permission?

With that, Cervantes turned and walked away, but after a few steps he realized that the others had not followed.

He frowned and looked back, "What's wrong?"

The knights and soldiers stood still, all but the mages who had arrived with him, motionless and red.

Seeing this, Cervantes frowned deeply.

He knew that the monster must have some kind of germ in its body, but as the flames burned, those germs should have been destroyed.

And if it was really germs that caused this situation among the soldiers now, the mage's physique was weaker than theirs, so why didn't anything happen?

"Your Excellency, I feel ......" a knight clenched his hands and said with difficulty, "My blood is breathing!"

It sounded as if he was enduring something, and doubts appeared in Cervantes' eyes.

Blood?

At this time, he suddenly remembered one thing - the people of the Principality of Sorrow, except for the original nobles, the bloodlines of others were different from ordinary humans.

But isn't this the southeastern frontier of the principality?

Even if there is any problem with their bloodline, shouldn't it be the people living in the north who have the problem first?

It is impossible for either the magic element or the mana concentration to spread and increase the speed like this, so ...... Is that monster's problem?