Fierce Battle

A person in a black robe stepped out of the carriage. This person was wrapped tightly in the black robe, with a black hood concealing his face and a scarf wrapped around it, preventing anyone from seeing his appearance clearly.

The robed person slowly walked down to the bottom of the carriage. The entire process was extremely delicate, as if he were a porcelain doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.

As the robed person left the carriage, a smell of decay drifted out. It smelled like rotten eggs mixed with garbage, an acrid stench that made even Green feel a bit uncomfortable. As for the other soldiers and ordinary people, their complexions had already turned extremely ugly, and they were on the verge of vomiting.

Green looked at the robed person and was just about to ask a question when the other party dropped straight to his knees. This sudden action caused Green to freeze for a moment.

"Please, save me!"

Crado's previous words had led Green to believe that the robed person was here to cause trouble, but he had not expected the other party to immediately ask for help upon arrival.

"Asking me for help? What's the problem?" Green asked.

WTF! Green felt the same shock as when he first met Aichi.

At Green's inquiry, the robed person did not answer. Instead, he pulled back his hood and began to slowly untie his scarf.

A rotting face appeared in Green's eyes. The entire face was a cyan-black color, pitted and scarred like a volcano, with wounds that looked as if they had been corroded by sulfuric acid, oozing black-green pus. This pus dripped continuously onto the ground from the uneven parts of the face. During the time it took to untie the scarf, quite a bit