. Ricky's voice was very hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been cut off and had just been reattached.

Ricky's head reappeared on his neck. Thales' scalp was numb as he watched all this. The terrifying fault between the head and the neck was vivid in his mind. Above the fault was a pale face with no blood, and below the fault was

There is still bright red neck skin.

It's like...the head being sewn back into a corpse.

But the stitches are not visible.

"What on earth are you..."

Sacher couldn't believe his eyes.

He glared at Ricky who was wrestling with him, refusing to give up his efforts to cut him open with the blade of his axe.

"What the hell are you?"

But Ricky did not answer him directly. Crassus, the Sword of Disaster, just chuckled with a corpse-like pale smile and the terrible fault in his neck.

This even made many of his mercenaries nervous, and Josh even closed his eyes and turned his head.

"I have to admit, between the two of us," Ricky's words were weak, but it made his laughter even more weird.

"You are still stronger."

The next second, the dead man came to life, and Ricky, who was so weird that he had stunned everyone, used his arms to lift Sak'el into the air, and then slammed him down!

boom!

A loud noise came.

"Sir!"

Amid Taldin's hoarse roar, Sak'el fell to the ground like a lifeless sandbag, twitching in pain and vomiting blood.

Ricky sneered and shook his head, pulled out the ax blade embedded in his chest, and threw it on the ground.

"Dang Cang..."

Thales was stunned.

that person……

What exactly is...

The horrific scene of Giza placing his head back on his body appeared in his mind, and he shuddered.

Is he really... not a magician?

With the sound of the ax blade falling to the ground, Sak'el trembled and tried to get up.

But he didn't know whether it was because of the serious injury or because he no longer had physical strength. His arm only stayed on the ground for a few seconds before bending again.

He fell to the ground again,

Thales breathed in a daze.

He had never seen Sak'el so powerless.

But what chilled him was...

Thales raised his head in horror, and saw Ricky twisting his neck indifferently. The terrible fault on his neck gradually disappeared amidst the rustling sound, and was filled with new skin. The color of the skin on the upper and lower sides gradually became the same.

There was a crackling and popping sound in his chest, which sounded like bones that had been cut by an ax blade and were resetting themselves.

He is recovering.

"But fortunately, I am always better than my opponent..." Ricky stretched out his hand, silently adjusting his collar and armor amidst the fearful looks of both his subordinates and enemies.

"One more life."

One more life?

Thales stared blankly at Ricky in front of him.

"The sunset!"

Barney, who had always been stubborn, watched this scene helplessly and lost his composure.

"I know, it's not fair, right?"

With the speed of recovery visible to the naked eye, Ricky smiled and shrugged, pulling out an ax blade fragment from his chest.

"Welcome to the real world."

Ricky took a deep breath, as if he had learned to breathe again.

He walked towards Sak'el, who was dying on the ground.

"No!"

Tardin and Bree roared and rushed forward.

Only Cannon, with red eyes, was left standing beside the disbelieving Thales.

Ricky chuckled and picked up his long sword, and beside him, the Swords of Disaster also gathered around him.

But Sak'el, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shouted angrily

"stop!"

As if they were born to obey this voice, Tardin and Bree stopped instinctively despite their excitement.

I saw Sak'el coughing up blood in pain and saying to them

"Do... your duties well."

Taldin and Bree both froze. They looked at the seriously injured commander with ambivalence, and then at Thales who was behind him with eyes wide open.

Ricky, standing next to him, glanced at them with interest.

"Ricky!"

Samir walked up, glanced at the others as if he didn't care, and said

"They are all excellent warriors and will be very useful."

"And we...are short of people."

Ricky's eyes flashed and he looked at Samuel.

Samir did not dodge or evade, but his expression remained normal.

"snort."

Finally, Ricky snorted and nodded.

"certainly."

"Then catch them alive."

Thales breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the dagger he had grasped in his palm again.

One more life.

Thales repeated subconsciously, still unable to believe what he just saw.

They can no longer fight hard.

The weirdness about Ricky...is really...

At this time.

"What the hell are you?"

Ricky lowered his head.

I saw Sak'el gasping in pain, obviously having used up his last strength.

The punishment knight looked at him in a daze.

"I have seen the legendary second-generation vampires still recover as well as before after their hearts were damaged and even their cervical vertebrae were broken."

"I have also seen terrifying steel-like orcs fighting for dozens of hours with unimaginable serious injuries."

"I have also seen extremely rare supernatural warriors and the power of termination, which can heal terrible fatal wounds in a very short period of time."

Ricky raised his eyebrows.

This guy really knows a lot.

Sak'el was trembling and breathing heavily.

"But you...you don't belong to any of the above."

Ricky hummed softly, not sure if it was his acquiescence.

Sak'el coughed and his eyes were misty.

"And...the brain and skull were damaged?"

His eyes became clear for a moment, showing determination

"No."
To be continued...