MTL - To Four Thousand Years Later-Chapter 7 demon believer

As night fell, the lonely moon slanted westward.

The halo glowed pale as bones.

A man in guard clothes walked silently through the temporary camp.

His face was pale, his eyes were cloudy, there was no expression on his face, and his steps were extremely stiff. If you want to describe it, it's like a marionette.

"Kill..."

With a vague whimper rolling in his throat, he walked towards Solomon's tent.

If anyone could see him, he would be instantly recognizable.

He was a little follower of Solomon and Adonijah when they went hunting. A young man who helps the chef. Originally, his status was not enough to participate in this operation, but at his request, Adonija accepted him tolerantly.

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

Everyone was in a deep sleep. Even the guards who were originally in charge of the night watch were staggered on the ground.

In the camp, there was only the crackling of the bonfire, and after the pale young man approached, the flame began to dance uncomfortably.

If you look carefully, you can see that the shadow behind him is not in the same direction as the others.

No matter how he turns, the shadow is always behind him. And when he walked towards Solomon's tent with his back to the campfire, the shadow that still appeared behind him became very weird.

"kill…"

With restless words rolling in his throat, he slowly approached Solomon's tent. He stood at the door of the tent, opened the curtain and wanted to walk in.

"...Huh? Who..."

Probably this person's movement is a little loud. A guard who was guarding in front of Solomon's tent woke up in a daze.

The young handyman stopped for a moment and turned his gaze to the guard.

Benaiah should have been in charge of keeping Solomon's night watch today. But today he offered to keep a vigil outside—it was almost his turn—so Benaya was now sleeping on the outermost edge of the camp. The guards who were originally responsible for keeping watch in the north were transferred to guard the gate for Solomon.

Half asleep and half awake, he raised his body, and said impatiently to the expressionless handyman in a daze, "Hey, aren't you... that who? Go away, don't make trouble, Your Highness Solomon is asleep..."

"eyewitness…!"

In the middle of his speech, a crimson light suddenly lit up in the eyes of the young handyman.

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

The shadow jumped up from the ground at once, holding the guard's neck like an extraordinarily slender right arm.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

The guard's eyes widened instantly. The inexplicable drowsiness before was completely dispelled. He struggled desperately, holding his neck tightly with his hands, but he couldn't touch the shadow at all. He just scratched his neck with dense bloodstains.

There was a creaking sound from his neck bone. The body of the guard sitting on the ground was slowly raised until it was off the ground.

"...ho... **** ho..."

His face was red and purple, and a mournful cry came from his throat like a leak. Slowly lost his voice. And the servant's skin also seemed to have been under some heavy pressure. Some fine cracks appeared on the skin, but there was no bleeding.

The guard waved the shadow tentacles mercilessly, throwing his body to the ground. The shadow retracted behind him, expanded again and turned into a sharp mouth, trying to tear the guard's body apart

But at this moment, the red light in the officer's eyes suddenly flickered.

"understood!"

A dangerous and impatience piercing voice came from "his" throat: "Kill...Solomon first..."

"He" said, opened the door curtain first and walked in.

Facing the bulging bed, it raised its shadow tentacles without hesitation, and stretched them towards the man's neck.

"…Forehead?"

But what made it a little confused was that he groped for a while, but he didn't touch the warm neck. Instead, a lot of salted fish were fished out from the quilt...

Suddenly, the summoner's warning came in its mind. But before it could react, a boulder suddenly hit a corner of the tent, and Solomon's tent suddenly collapsed.

The young handyman who was standing there in a daze was caught off guard by the collapsed tent and fell to the ground.

Then, suddenly there was a sharp sound of knocking on a pot outside.

"Wake up! There are enemies! Everyone wake up!"

Solomon who didn't know when was outside held his own saber in his right hand, and knocked hard while walking with the pot in his left hand, shouting loudly to the people in the camp.

"Your Highness Solomon, what's the matter?"

"Why did I fall asleep..."

"There are people under the tent! Quick! Assemble! There are assassins!"

There was a commotion.

Benaya ran all the way back from the outside of the camp, and looked at Solomon nervously: "Your Highness, are you alright?"

"It doesn't matter! Everyone, I have captured the assassin."

Solomon's face was full of confidence and high spirits. Give enough confidence to those who have just been woken up and are not sober: "It's like catching a bird! I used a tent to hold him...Be careful, everyone, don't let the bird escape!"

"yes!"

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

On the other hand, Binaya looked angry, and walked towards the tent angrily in three steps and two steps with the knife in hand.

Although he had known for a long time that someone was going to assassinate His Highness Solomon, he still fell asleep. Solomon borrowed a fishing net from Noam before, and asked Benaya to help him stick it to the roof of the tent, and tie stones at the four corners; One support point of the tent was carefully sawed down to only one third.

With such an arrangement, he already knew that someone was going to assassinate Solomon. But even though he was careful, he couldn't help but fell asleep.

— Sleeping pills in the broth!

Benaiah immediately came to his senses - the one who wanted to kill Solomon could only be Marshal Joab who was preparing the broth.

He looked at the guard lying silently at the door, and felt chills in his heart.

If His Highness Solomon hadn't asked him to change the guard with him...would it be him who died now?

He was first frightened, then angry. Like an enraged ferocious beast, he threw the tent fare away, exposing the young handyman who was trapped in it by the fishing net.

"Oh it's you?"

Benaiah frowned, his face fierce.

But then he noticed the wriggling and struggling shadow under the handyman, and his expression turned serious: "It's a demon! He's possessed by a demon—someone! Bring the torch!"

"then!"

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

Binaya was taken aback.

Isn't he going to assassinate His Royal Highness Solomon?

Although Benaya hesitated in his heart, he didn't stop moving his hands.

He reached out to catch the torch thrown by Joab, spat on it, held it and threw it at the poor man possessed by the demon

His blows whipped up a storm. Solomon, who was not far behind him, felt a strong hurricane blowing in front of him, blowing his hair behind him.

No one doubted that this blow would completely knock off that person's skull.

But the moment the torch was about to hit his head, the shadow under the handyman suddenly jumped up, hovering in front of him to block the blow.

When the muffled sound of dong sounded, the torch in Binaya's hand shattered the whole thing. The atmosphere spreads out from the impact site, throwing the earth and rocks on the ground outward.

"Ho-"

Benaya's face was red, and veins burst out.

Before the torch even hit the ground, he forcibly retracted his right arm, which was still burning in the air, without hesitation.

Holding the scorching flame, his right fist hit the handyman's cheek heavily!

His fists are much stronger than torches. The shadow jumped out again and tried to resist, but it couldn't stop his punch at all.

The guy's teeth flew out mixed with blood. If it weren't for his body being tightly wrapped by fishing nets, this punch might have made him—or his head fly out.

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

The whole process, even less than a second. With just one stick and one punch, the shadow that could easily kill an adult was subdued.

...It seems that I have somewhat underestimated Binaya's combat power.

Solomon pursed his lips.

He originally sent him out because Adonija would not affect Benaya—after all, he was the only one among these people with a dark green name. Solomon didn't want this man who was true to him to suffer for his own reasons.

In the end, I didn't expect that my servant's fighting power was so strong...

"Your Highness Solomon, the assassin has solved it... It is an Asmodeus demon. You have to find a priest to extract the demon from him."

Binaya said bitterly, spitting foam at her burned right fist, and the rage slowly eased a little.

"Next, as long as a large number of braziers are set up beside him, you can interrogate... Your Highness Adonija?!"

Halfway through his speech, his eyes suddenly widened.

Adonijah painted oil on the sword and ignited it, then mercilessly pierced the burning sword into the handyman's chest.

"There shall be a fire burning always on the altar, which shall not be quenched—"

Adonijah sang in a low voice.

With his low chant, the crimson flame on the sword suddenly expanded. The handyman didn't even have time to snort, his body instantly turned into fly ash.

— There is no doubt that it is the brilliance of divine arts.

"He will be possessed by a demon, which means that he must always have evil thoughts in his heart."

Adonija put away his sword, breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and said seriously to Binayah or Solomon: "The last thought before he was possessed was to kill you, that's why the devil wants to kill you." Get rid of you... such a person is too dangerous, if you save his life, he will take revenge on you, Solomon."

I am doing this for your own good.

Adonijah looked straight into Solomon's eyes with sincerity and no hesitation in his eyes: "Why don't you come to my tent tonight. If anyone wants to murder you, I will burn them to death."

"Thank you very much, brother Adonijah. But no need."

Solomon lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I'm not going to sleep tonight because things have become so big...Brother Adonijah, go back to sleep first."

Hearing this, Adonija shrugged, turned and left without saying a word.

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

Benaya lowered her voice and said urgently.

Solomon shook his head to signal him not to speak, looked at Adonijah's back and said softly: "It's all details, don't worry about it. Abinaiah, bring me a bag, I will put his ashes in it myself... he There must be mother at home."

"...Yes, Your Highness."

"Also, after going back, he will be paid the pension for his relatives according to the standard of death in battle. The guard who died for you will get double... I will give you the money, and you will pay it for me."

Solomon looked into Benaiah's eyes and said softly, "Is it okay, Benaiah."

Benaya hesitated to speak, but finally nodded silently.