"Wait, sir!"
Rather than dodge, Ma Lou stepped toward the blade and shouted sternly, "Sir, think this through with that brain the Holy Lord blessed you with!"
"We have hundreds of brothers in this position, with the priest and an army of Mutants stationed up ahead."
"If the three of us really were lying, or if we were spies, how would we dare volunteer to see the priest?"
"Would three low-ranking followers like us really walk into the heart of the spellcasting area, under hundreds of watchful eyes, just to get ourselves killed?"
"Think about it. Does that make sense?"
That soul-searching question struck the squad leader's skull like a sledgehammer.
The bone blade he held in midair came to an abrupt halt.
In a mind ordinarily filled with slaughter and cruelty, a rare spark called "logic" flickered to life.
That did seem to be true...
Those three might have walked in a way that begged for a beating, but they had a point.
There were seven or eight hundred elite followers up ahead, along with the all-seeing priest.
If these three low-ranking followers really had come to cause trouble, volunteering to walk into that inner circle would be suicide!
Even a deranged lunatic wouldn't throw his life away for no reason like that, would he?
The squad leader hesitated.
He slowly lowered his bone blade, narrowed his eyes, and took another look at the three mysterious low-ranking followers before him.
Just then, his gaze settled on their eyes.
The squad leader's heart gave a sudden flutter.
What fervor! What madness burned in those three pairs of eyes!
That passion, practically spilling from their eyes, that overwhelming hunger, as though they were ready to sacrifice their souls at any moment, pierced the squad leader's heart.
How could Ma Lou and