Chapter 1423 - Probe (2/2)

“I understand.” Hanson saluted in acknowledgment of the order.

Fishball nodded and proceeded to pick out five reconnaissance soldiers. Together, they climbed towards the slope.

The bulging region had its similarities with the Northbound Slope. It had a gentle slope before coming to an abrupt cliff that went up almost twenty to thirty meters. The top of the hill was a suitable spot for cover and concealment with the trees and dense vegetation.

The only flaw was the dense mist in the area; the settled Red Mist was static, reducing their field of vision. Although it did not affect any observational activities outwards, being immersed in the Red Mist was not a good experience.

“Light up some fire to disperse the mist, then sweep the surrounding area.” Fishball found a suitable firing position and laid the machine gun down.

It was indeed a prime location with the steep cliff acting as a natural barrier, especially against the monstrous beasts that had no defenses on their backs. Fishball decided to mark the location for future use before any new attack rose.

But after a long time, Fishball did not hear the crackling and burning flames that he had anticipated.

What’s going on? How long do they need to gather firewood?

He frowned and yelled out twice, but the forest remained silent without any response.

Fishball suddenly felt something.

Something’s wrong…

Even if there are enemies, they should have at least fired out once.

Be it Hanson’s subordinate or the six of them, neither party came across any traces of enemies. The sudden silence was too bizarre.

At that very moment, he heard a light ‘rustle’ to his right, as though something had stepped onto grass.

Fishball turned and raised his gun—

A dark figure flashed in front of him and a cold gleam of light pricked his cheek.

CRUNCH.

His hand suddenly felt lighter as his weapon was split in two.

A tall ‘female’ appeared before him. She walked barefooted with light garments as clothes that covered her blue skin. Aside from the sword in her hand, there were no other metallic objects on her body. It was most probably how she was able to sneak forward without a sound.

It’s over.

That was Fishball’s thought.

The humanoid form was the distinctive feature of a Senior Demon, according to the pamphlets handed out by the higher-ups. The more humanoid the demon was, the stronger they were. Aside from her blue skin and tall figure, her facial features bore a striking resemblance to a human. One could only imagine how powerful she was.

Surprisingly, Fishball felt no fear in the face of death. The only thought he had was how to inform his comrades that a Senior Demon had infiltrated their location.

But the sword did not slash his body into two.

The other party took out a piece of paper and threw it in front of him.

“Take this and bring it back. Hand it to the Three Chiefs Witches.”

Her intonation was queer and her flow of speech was terrible. But it was clearly human language.

“I don’t know who the Three Chief Witches are…” Fishball secretly reached for the pistol at his waist. “And I will definitely not help my enemy—”

“Send it and your companions stay alive.” The demon’s words caused him to stop. “Since the Three Chiefs are leaders. Bring it back, and people will know.”

Then, a purplish portal of magic appeared behind her.

She gradually retreated and disappeared without a trace.