C7 The Believers of the Demon God

Night fell, Lonemoon tilted to the west.

Moon Confusion shone with a pale white light like white bones.

One. The man in the guard uniform silently walked through the camp.

His face was pale and his eyes were muddy. There was no expression on his face, and his steps were especially stiff. If one had to describe it, it would be like a marionette.

"Kill..."

A vague whimper came from his throat as he walked towards Solomon's tent.

If anyone could see him, they would immediately recognize him.

He was a little follower who followed Solomon and Adonijah out to hunt. He was a young man who helped the chef. Originally, his identity was not enough to participate in this operation, but under his request, Adonijah still accepted him generously.

But at this moment, there was no movement in the camp.

Everyone was sleeping soundly. Even the guards who were in charge of the night watch were lying on the ground.

Only the crackling of the bonfire could be heard in the camp. As the pale-faced young man approached, the flames began to flicker uneasily.

If one took a closer look, one would be able to see that the shadow behind him was not in the same direction as the others.

No matter how he turned, the shadow was always behind him. When he walked towards Solomon's tent with his back facing the bonfire, the shadow that still appeared behind him became very strange.

"Kill..."

His throat rolled with restless words as he slowly approached Solomon's tent. He stood at the entrance of the tent and lifted the curtain, wanting to walk in.

"... " Oh? Who..."

It was probably because this person's movements were a bit loud. A guard who was guarding Solomon's tent woke up in a daze.

The young servant instantly stopped in his tracks and turned his gaze towards the guard.

The one in charge of keeping Solomon on night duty today should be Benaiah. But today, he asked to keep vigil outside. It was almost time for him to keep vigil, so Benaiah was now sleeping at the outermost area of the camp. The guards who were in charge of keeping vigil in the north were assigned to guard Solomon's door.

He woke up half asleep and propped up his body. He said to the expressionless servant impatiently, "Hey, you are not... Who is that? Get lost, don't look for trouble, His Highness Solomon is sleeping..."

"Witnesses...!"

Halfway through his sentence, the young servant's eyes suddenly lit up with a red light.

The thick shadow behind the servant was like a black snake, flowing from behind him, extending towards him along the ground with lightning speed.

The shadow jumped up from the ground and grabbed the guard's neck like an exceptionally long right arm.

"Oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

The guard instantly widened his eyes. The inexplicable sleepiness from before had been completely dispelled, and he struggled with all his might. His hands tightly grabbed onto his neck, but he was unable to touch the shadow at all. He only scratched his neck until it was covered in dense bloodstains.

The sound of bones cracking could be heard from his neck. The body of the guard sitting on the ground was slowly lifted up until he was out of the ground.

"... " Huff... Huff... Huff..."

His face was red and purple, and his throat was filled with the sound of a leaking wind. He slowly lost his breath. The soldier's skin also seemed to have suffered some kind of heavy pressure, and some fine cracks appeared on his skin, but there was no bleeding.

The soldier mercilessly waved his shadow tentacles, causing his body to fall to the ground. The shadow retreated behind him and once again expanded into a sharp mouth, about to tear the guard's body apart -

But at this moment, the red light in the soldier's eyes suddenly flashed.

"I know...!"

"A dangerous and impatient voice came from his throat, "Kill... Solomon first..."

"He..." After saying that, he opened the curtain and walked in.

Facing the bulging bed, he lifted the shadow tentacles without hesitation and reached towards the person's neck.

... "Eh?"

But what confused it was that it felt for a bit, but did not touch the warm neck. Instead, he fished out a large pile of salted fish from under the blanket...

The summoner's warning suddenly rang in his mind. But before he could react, a huge rock suddenly smashed into a corner of the tent, and Solomon's tent suddenly collapsed.

The young worker, who was standing blankly on the spot, was caught off guard and smashed to the ground by the collapsed tent.

After that, the sharp sound of a pot being knocked came from outside.

"Wake up! Wake up! There was an enemy! Everyone, wake up!"

Solomon, who was outside, held his sword in his right hand and knocked on the pot with his left hand as he walked. He shouted at the people in the camp.

"Your Highness Solomon, what's wrong?"

"Why am I sleeping..."

"There was someone under the tent! Quick! Gather! There's an assassin!"

The crowd became noisy.

Benaiah ran back from the outside of the camp and looked at Solomon nervously. "Your Highness, are you alright?"

"It's alright! Everyone, I have captured the assassin."

Solomon's face was full of confidence and high spirits. He gave the people around him who had just been woken up and were still not clear-headed enough confidence. "Just like catching a bird! I used a tent to trap him... Everyone be careful, don't let the birds escape!"

" Yes! "

The guards picked up their weapons and carefully approached the tent.

Benaiah, on the other hand, had an angry look on his face. He held his knife and walked towards the tent angrily.

Although he knew that someone was going to assassinate His Highness Solomon, he still fell asleep. Solomon had borrowed a fishing net from Nome. He asked Benaiah to stick the net on the top of the tent, tied stones on the four corners, and carefully saw a support point of the tent until only one-third of it was left.

By making such a arrangement, he already knew that someone was going to assassinate Solomon. However, even if he was careful, he still could not help but fall asleep.

There was sleeping medicine in the meat soup!

Benaiah immediately woke up. The one who wanted to kill Solomon could only be Marshal Joab, who had prepared the meat soup.

He looked at the silent guard lying at the door and felt a chill in his heart.

If it wasn't for His Highness Solomon asking him to change shifts with him, would he be the one who died now?

He first felt a wave of fear, then he became angry. Like an enraged beast, he took out the tent fare and revealed the young servant who was trapped in the fishing net.

"So it's you?"

Benaiah frowned, his expression fierce.

But then he noticed the struggling shadow under the servant's body, and his face turned serious. "It's a devil! He's possessed by a devil! Someone, come! Bring a torch! "

"Catch!"

Joab's shout came from behind, and he threw the torch over. "Burn his shadow with fire!"

Benaiah was shocked.

Didn't he want to assassinate His Highness Solomon?

Although Benaiah hesitated in his heart, his hands did not stop moving.

He reached out and took the torch that Joab threw at him. He spat on it, grabbed it, and threw it at the poor person who was possessed by the devil.

His fierce attack stirred up a storm. Solomon was not far behind him. He felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, blowing his hair behind him.

No one would doubt that this attack would knock off the man's head.

But the moment the torch was about to hit his head, the shadow beneath the servant jumped up and floated in front of him to block the attack.

As a muffled sound rang out, the entire torch in Benaiah's hand shattered. The atmosphere spread out from the impact point and sent the earth and stones on the ground flying.

"Argh!"

Benaiah's face was red, veins popping out on his face.

Before the torch even touched the ground, he forcefully pulled back his right arm, which had used up all his strength, and grabbed the burning torch in the air without any hesitation.

Gripping the burning flame, his right fist smashed heavily towards the servant's face!

His fist was much sturdier than the torch. The shadow tried to jump out again to block, but it could not block his attack at all.

That guy's teeth mixed with blood flew out. If it wasn't for his body being tightly wrapped by the fishing net, perhaps this punch would have sent him - - or his head flying.

When the servant lost consciousness, the demon accompanying him also lost its vitality. It was like an ordinary shadow, lying limply on the ground.

The entire process took less than a second. With just a single punch and a stick, the shadow that was enough to easily kill an adult was subdued.

... It seemed like he had somewhat underestimated Benaiah's combat strength.

Solomon pursed his lips.

Initially, he sent him out because he didn't want to involve Benaiah. After all, he was the only one with a dark green name among these people. Solomon didn't want this person who was sincere to him to suffer because of him.

He didn't expect that this servant of his would have such powerful combat strength.

"Your Highness Solomon, the assassin has been dealt with... It is the devil of Asmodeus. We need to find the priest to extract the devil from his body. "

Benaiah said with hatred. He spat on his burnt right fist. Only then did his anger slowly ease up.

"Next, as long as we set up a large number of braziers around him, we can interrogate him. Your Highness Adonijah?! "

Halfway through his words, his eyes suddenly widened.

Adonijah smeared oil on the sword and ignited it. Then, he mercilessly stabbed the burning sword into the servant's chest.

"There must be a fire on the altar that is always on fire. It cannot be extinguished..."

Adonijah chanted in a low voice.

Following his chant, the dark red flame on the sword suddenly expanded. The servant did not even have the time to hum before his body turned into ashes in an instant.

- - - without a doubt, that was the radiance of the divine art.

"He was possessed by a devil, that means he must have a lot of evil thoughts in his heart."

Adonijah put away his sword and let out a light breath. He turned his head and said to Benaiah or Solomon in a serious tone, "The last thought he had before he was possessed was to kill you. That's why the devil wanted to kill you. Such a person is too dangerous. If we let him live... Solomon, he will seek revenge on you."

I'm doing this for your own good.

Adonijah looked directly into Solomon's eyes. His eyes were full of sincerity, and there was no hesitation in his eyes." Why don't you come to my tent tonight? If anyone wants to kill you again, I will burn them to death. "

"Thank you very much, Brother Adonijah. But there's no need for that."

Solomon lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Things have already become so big, I will not sleep tonight... Brother Adonijah, you go back and sleep first. "

Hearing this, Adonijah shrugged his shoulders and turned around to leave without saying a word.

" Your Highness Solomon, that person actually doesn't need to... "

Benaiah lowered his voice and said urgently.

Solomon shook his head to indicate that he did not speak. He looked at Adonijah's back and said softly, "Those are all details, do not mind. Ya Benaiah, bring me a bag. I will personally put his ashes in it. He also has a mother at home."

"... " Yes, Your Highness."

"Also, after we return, we will give him a pension for his family members according to the standards of those who died in battle. The guard who died for you will be given two portions... I'll give you the money, you'll pay for me."

Solomon stared into Benaiah's eyes and said softly," Is that okay, Benaiah? "

Benaiah wanted to say something, but hesitated. In the end, he nodded silently.