Mad Dog

"What... are you, if not knights?"

The lord who had revealed his true form did not attack immediately. Instead, he gathered the tiny rat eyes scattered across his body onto his face through "flowing."

They formed a single "eye."

Lord Ramsden often used such an eyeball to peer into the truth.

As a being focused on the mind, his perception was naturally extraordinary. Before the battle, he needed to see exactly what these two seemingly human youths were.

At least from his perspective, Han Dong and Demps could not possibly be Ordinary Knights.

When he peered at them with the Eye of Truth—

Vino had not changed much. A radiant holy flame burned within her body, while a sturdy tree laden with golden leaves grew from her head.

But the other two were different.

"Hm? What are you?"

As the lord looked at Han Dong, his single eye spun continuously within its socket, unable to determine what species his target was.

An ancient mummified left arm inscribed with Ancient Egyptian curses,

A swollen, distorted right arm with a giant eye, a canine head, and holy blood flowing from it,

A black vortex-like torso as deep as an abyss, along with two utterly ordinary human legs—

Such a chaotic combination, with entirely different power systems interwoven among different limbs, was something he had never seen before...

More importantly, Han Dong's head was shrouded in a thick gray mist, impossible to see through.

"My Eye of Truth cannot see through your head?"

When he turned to Demps... an even stranger phenomenon occurred.

A gigantic Black Stone Throne appeared beneath Demps. Beneath the throne were thousands of bearers, their faces wrapped in bandages as they supported it with their exposed spines in the posture of slaves.

When the single eye slowly moved upward