"..."
Looking at the pitiful appearance of the young girl, Herbert’s mind flashed back to the information on Snake Demons he had seen in the Guardian’s records.
Snake Demon.
A type of demon, quite a unique branch among the tens of thousands of various demon subsidiaries.
Snake Demons have a unique and terrifying appearance; overall, they possess characteristics of both humans and snakes, yet they take the horrifying aspects of both to the extre.
With a tall stature, the average upright height can reach two ters, while the snake tail can be more than twice that.
Slender limbs seem composed of countless flexible joints, moving with a smooth yet eerily serpentine posture.
Their skin is covered with a layer of fine, hard scales that shimr with a cold gleam, with varying colors, primarily dark tones like deep black and dark purple.
Despite their massive size, their unique ability allows them to move with very faint sounds, making them shadows lurking beneath the night.
Dangerous and deadly!
Yet don’t assu they follow the assassin’s stealth style just because of their stealth abilities.
That would be completely wrong.
Despite their superior gifts, just like all abstract demons in the Abyss, Snake Demons prefer frontal confrontation.
Demons must fight!
Fight, exhilarating!
Their enormous size grants them imnse power, especially the several-ter-long snake tail, capable of launching deadly strangleholds!
So Snake Demons with special bloodlines can even grow a second pair of arms, or even a third!
Each hand can wield weapons; combined with their strong bodies and hard scale armor, they are almost unbeatable in close combat.
However, they do have adversaries.
Herbert’s special demonization ability, the Blade Demon, is the nesis of Snake Demons.
Snake tail constriction?
No one would be foolish enough to entangle a body full of blades, not even a demon.
As for more weapons in close combat?
Every part of a Blade Demon’s body can transform into sharp edges, utterly fearless of such numbers.
"Snake Demon? But it doesn’t feel quite like it? Not pure..." Herbert squinted his eyes and quickly pondered.
Judging by the opponent’s appearance and aura, it’s almost certain they’re a Snake Demon, undoubtedly possessing Snake Demon bloodline.
Yet the aura on them isn’t solely that of a Snake Demon.
Moreover, compared to the half-human, half-snake girl before him, Snake Demons lean more towards humanoid scale demons.
"Such demon bloodline density, is she a mixed-blood?"
Herbert touched his chin, affirming his thoughts.
This girl’s demon bloodline is much thinner than the [Furious (fake) Gorn] encountered earlier.
In the blend of bloodlines, the human bloodline clearly predominates, while the demon bloodline is suppressed.
"Besides Snake Demons and humans, there might be so Alien Race bloodline in her body."
As for what Alien Race, only a thorough, hands-on examination could confirm.
But that doesn’t matter.
At least it’s not important in this critical mont.
Herbert’s imdiate priority is to assassinate Stella and stop the ritual from proceeding, not to conduct ecological research on the roadside Miss Demon.
In fact, to be brutally honest, whatever happens to this lady isn’t important; even if she were really hunted down and killed, it wouldn’t be a big deal.
If Herbert and his team fail to stop Stella, everyone in this town will perish.
The only difference is whether it happens sooner or later.
This, Herbert knows better than anyone.
Yet he still halted his steps.
But this wasn’t due to so righteous indignation or adherence to the Paladin’s code.
It was out of curiosity.
"Where is this sense of familiarity coming from?"
What truly stopped Herbert was never the opponent’s Alien Race identity, but an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he has seen them sowhere before.
Herbert diligently tried to recall in his mind, but couldn’t pinpoint the source of this familiar feeling.
And while Herbert was strenuously recollecting, the battle there had nearly reached its conclusion.
The severely injured young girl struggled to hold on under the assault of eight diminutive assassins, with her injuries worsening.
Her clothes were torn, her scales pierced and slashed with wounds, bleeding purple-black blood.
Her movents were weak, slowing down, unconsciously relying on bodily defensive instincts to counterattack.
Yet despite the young girl’s frailty, ready to fall at any mont, those eight assassins dared not approach.
They seed wary of sothing, only encircling her, kiting back and forth, occasionally sneaking a strike.
Herbert was puzzled, then suddenly, the situation on the field changed.
"Not good!"
"Quick, dodge! It’s coming again!"
"Hide!"
"Shadow Jump!"
Several voices spoke almost simultaneously, then scattered in retreat.
Soone hid behind a cloak, another slipped into a shadow on the ground, while another chose to rush behind the girl.
Yet one person reacted a second too slow, directly eting the girl’s gaze.
"No, damn it..."
Crack, crack, crack!
His body petrified rapidly, transforming into a statue within a few breaths.
Then was shattered by an enraged snake tail!
Snap!
"Hmm? Eyes with petrification ability?"
Petrifying Gaze.
Herbert widened his eyes at this classic scene, reminiscent of many works he had seen in past lives.
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