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Without time to ponder why the Personal Soldiers would attack him, Xiemen Waidao turned and leaped onto Mukuai 1234’s back, pointing toward a nearby village and yelling, “Giddy up!”

“You son of a — ” Mukuai 1234 cursed angrily.

“Cut the crap! You wouldn’t want to waste your precious merit here for nothing, would you?”

“Why shouldn’t I just drop you as bait? Anyway, you’re one of the Great Heavenly Lord’s men; they can’t touch you here!”

“I don’t like senseless sacrifices. And considering you run faster while carrying me than I do on my own, ridingyou is the best option. Anyway, let’s move!”

Mukuai 1234 had no choice but to flee for his life.

Behind them, the City Master’s Personal Soldiers may have been weighed down by armor, but they were strong and vigorous, moving swiftly despite the load, and closing the distance more and more.

Just as Mukuai 1234 could feel the breath of his pursuers on his back, the young and able men of the village finally noticed the anomaly here.

A piercing whistle sound rose, and the villagers rushed out, sprinting toward the scene, shouting aloud, “Do not harm our benefactor!”

Faced with these armed villagers, the leading Personal Soldier momentarily stopped, raising his token high and bellowing, “I am a City Master’s Personal Soldier, the rank of Squad Leader. I am now on a mission to capture a healer, and not only do you not cooperate, but you even hinder us. Are you planning to rebel?”

His reply was a barrage of arrows.

Quickly retrieving the shield on his back, the Squad Leader blocked the arrows, his gaze upon the young men now filled with anger.

Indeed, the City Master was right; these people already harbored rebellious thoughts.

However, the prime culprit was that healer who bewitched people’s hearts; it was imperative to capture the ringleader, while the rest needed only a bit of punishment.

With a fierce wave ofhis hand, the soldiers behind him drew their swords and advanced, charging at the villagers.

Unlike constables, Personal Soldiers were not only immune to disease but were also allowed to wear armor.

Squad Leaders and above could even receive a blessing from the Demon Lord Temple once a month to stimulate their potential, making them as strong as Monsters.

This blessing had nothing to do with disease; it was the miraculous result of countless experiments by the Demon Lord Temple, a supernatural realm beyond normal human comprehension.

So, even though the villagers outnumbered them by three to one, the Squad Leader didn’t think these hastily trained militia could stand against them.

Surveying the nearby terrain, the Squad Leader disregarded the encircling villagers, pointed at Xiemen Waidao and Mukuai 1234 in the crowd, and commanded, “On my order! Draw swords, charge!”

The remaining twelve men, with the Squad Leader at the heart, drew their swords and rushed into the crowd toward Xiemen Waidao and Mukuai 1234.

They were imposing with every step, carrying the sound of whistling wind, bearing down on the crowd like an iron wall, ready to crush the villagers and their targets alike.

The first wave of villagers confronted them but were immediately sent flying by the nearly two-meter-tall Squad Leader, their shoulders shattered.

Yet they still struggled to stand, ignoring the pain and shouting fiercely, “Do not harm our benefactor!”

The second wave of villagers stepped up only to be cut down and pushed aside by the Personal Soldiers, each one bleeding profusely.

The third wave consisted of the village elders; some were already frail, barely able to hold their weapons, but each one had a resolute gaze, determinedly defending the two.

Seeing the whole village’s people falling one after another to protect Xiemen Waidao, the Squad Leader was finally moved.

Swatting away the elders before him, he grabbed the unguarded Xiemen Waidao and demanded fiercely, “What is going on here? What kind of spell have you used to make them willing to die for you?”

“I just treated them a little better,” Xiemen Waidao said helplessly.

“Is the City Master not good to them? There’s ample food here, comfortable bedding, no worries about disease every day. With such a benevolent City Master, why would you rebel?”

Xiemen Waidao looked helplessly at the Squad Leader and said, “That’s your privilege; they don’t have it.”

The Squad Leader was at a loss for words.

At that moment, he saw Xiemen Waidao start to draw circles, with purple arcs forming extraordinary symbols as they joined end to end.

Immediately grabbing the other’s fingers, he demanded again, “What are you doing?”

“Healing them. Some of them are near death. Let me treat them first; we can talk about killing me afterward, okay?”

The Squad Leader was once again at a loss for words.

A healer’s spells are all related to repelling disease and healing wounds. None had spells for attacking others, but they were the best physicians.

With his arms crossed and standing aside, the Squad Leader watched Xiemen Waidao treat the people around him and couldn’t help but feel astonished.

Some wounds, even the Demon Lord Temple could not heal, at best could only stave off disease, but still, the victims would die.

But this healer had the power to regenerate flesh and mend bones. Some wounds that looked fatal were healed with a single symbol.

If such a person were in the City Master Mansion, the combat casualties between City Masters could be reduced to an unbelievable extent.

A person like this should be invited into the City Master Mansion, placed on par with the Demon Lord Temple, so why must he be killed?

Although his healing wasn’t quick, his movements were steady.