As the roar erupted, a tall and a short figure charged towards the Berserk Demons. Although it was their first time working together, they exhibited a good understanding — mainly Lancelot coordinating with Bruto. With a sturdy shield and powerful muscles, Bruto could directly block the Berserk Demons' bites and claws, smashing a few knees in his spare time, while Lancelot took care of protecting Bruto's flanks and rear, slashing off claws that Bruto didn't see, stabbing his sword into the mouths of giant toads, and stomping on the brains of the fallen Berserk Demons with his steel boots. They had knocked down several Berserk Demons almost instantly, and just as they were about to clinch an overwhelming victory, suddenly, a piercing howl sounded from above. This was an attack using sonic waves emitted by the wings of the Demon taskmaster, a sound so loud and sharp it was unbearable, forcing everyone to huddle and squat on the ground, trying to block out the maddening noise. The Demons were much less affected, seizing the opportunity to break away from the fray. Demons have terrifying regeneration abilities; given a short period, severe injuries could become minor, but there weren't many giant toads left alive, and those remaining were almost crippled by Lancelot and the other Dwarves. The Demon taskmaster, like a spider, crawled down the nearly vertical pit wall and moved towards Lancelot and Bruto. As it drew nearer, the horrific sound waves it emitted became more intense, robbing people of the ability to resist and leaving them at its mercy. This ability was almost impossible to counter for the Mortal Races with hearing and required a higher level of strength to withstand. This is also why these humanoid fly-like Demons are often appointed as taskmasters; their terrible screeching could quickly quell any slave uprising. It moved step by step towards Lancelot, this unexpected human. If not for him, the bold Dwarf would have been torn to shreds, a scenario proven multiple times to be very effective in boosting the work efficiency of the slaves. As for the death of a Berserk Demon, it couldn't care less; after all, Berserk Demons were just cannon fodder. With a wave of their mighty hands and a bit of their seemingly inconsequential magic power, the Demon Lords could turn swathes of Coward Devils into Berserk Demons with screams of agony — they were then usually thrown into meat-grinder battles, resulting in Berserk Demons having the shortest average lifespan in the entire Demon Race, less than 24 hours. It walked up to Lancelot, satisfied to see the human clutching his ears in a death grip, oblivious to the approach. The humanoid fly Demon raised its head, its half-meter-long pointed beak gleaming with lethal cold light, ready to plunge into the throat of the man. window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "6291d4945648930028748c1a", id: "pf-1558-1"}) It glanced at its prey out of the corner of its eye, sensing that something was off. Although the man was covering his ears, his expression was not one of agony; in fact, the corners of his mouth were curling into a faint smile. In that brief moment of its hesitation, an iron hand shot out like lightning, seizing it by the root of its beak. Lancelot had actually used True Qi to block his ears from the start, and while it couldn't completely shield out the terrifying buzzer, it was at least no longer unbearable. The Demon struggled violently in his grasp, but Lancelot's hand was like a clamp, holding it firmly in place. He pulled down on the beak with his left hand, forcing the Demon's head to droop, then drew his sword with his right hand and swooped down in one motion to decapitate the Demon from its body. The remaining few Berserk Demons, seeing this, let out a strange cry and fled clean away. The decapitated body continued to flutter its wings, emitting that terrible screech, forcing Lancelot to chop off the pair of translucent wings as well. The world finally fell silent. When Bruto lifted his head, removing his hands from his own, the first thing he saw was Lancelot holding a head. In his hand, he held the long beak of the Demon taskmaster, with the headless corpse of the fly Demon nearby, which had been the source of many months of suffering for the Dwarf slaves. Seeing the Dwarves waking up, Lancelot tossed the long-beaked head over. — Этот длинный клюв кажется довольно острым; можно ли сделать из него короткий меч или кинжал? — спросил он. Bruto's gaze followed the rolling head on the ground, and he suddenly burst into tears. The crying spread like contagion, all the Dwarves began to wail loudly, their cries so heart-wrenching that Lancelot was left awkwardly unsure of what to do. When the crying gradually subsided, Lancelot stepped forward and patted Bruto on the shoulder. — Вы в порядке?
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