Chapter 44: Identity Revealed, Crisis Emerges!

Hearing Rod’s roar, everyone’s expression changed drastically, especially those like Keroth and Skora. With their formidable strength and extensive experience, how could they fail to notice something was amiss today? Everyone, despite their fatigue, gripped their weapons tightly and watched warily around them. Tensions were high—as everyone knew, beneath the surface calm, a terrifying conspiracy was brewing, one that was about to explode at any moment.
“Haven’t you come out yet? Do I have to bring you out personally?” Rod growled, scanning the surroundings coldly.
That ominous premonition grew clearer and more distinct, stirring unease and irritation in him.
This time, after his words faded, some noise was finally heard. Chaotic footsteps approached, followed by hundreds of distinct scents. In the next moment, under the light of the dawn, countless black figures appeared around them, quickly surroundingthe whole Camp 19 Camp 19.
Seeing these people, Rod’s expression tightened—they were soldiers of the Black Tooth Legion, as evident from their armor. Many others from the rest of Area C’s reinforcements were also among them. Once they surrounded the camp completely, they stared menacingly, ready to strike at any moment.
“Hmph, Black Tooth Legion! What exactly do you want? Do you know who we are? Rebellious, are we? Where’s your commander? Bring him out! And your legion leader and deputy—have them come here! Today, Skora will see just what you’re up to!”
Seeing these people, Skora was furious, his face turning red as he shouted loudly. He had just returned from the battlefield, exhausted, only to find such a scene upon returning to camp. Anyone would feel upset upon witnessing this.
“Black Tooth Legion! Heh, you dare rebel? What, you still want to kill us?” With a cold laugh, Keroth stepped forward and demanded sternly.
The others were also filled with indignation. They had fought bravely for Iron Bar Town and achieved great victories, yet this was the welcome they received. No one could feel comfortable or happy about it.

In the field, only Rod and Nightingale remained the quietest. Looking at the crowd surrounding them, they roughly estimated that there must be at least eight hundred people—a formidable force. With such a situation arising and their own group as the target, both of them felt a surge of anxiety and vaguely guessed what was happening. Their hearts sank, their expressions darkened, and their unease grew stronger. They knew they had to speak up; today would undoubtedly be a day of fighting!

With a bitter smile, Rod sighed as he looked at his comrades around him. He hadn’t expected things to happen so quickly and suddenly. He had no intention of taking action, but it seemed these people were forcing him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Nightingale also tightly pressed her lips together, watching Rod with determination. The words “Live together, die together” echoed in her ears—she would never forget them!

Facing Skora and Keroth’s questions, the surrounding soldiers wore solemn expressions, staring at the group without saying a word. To be honest, their mood was also heavy. They had suddenly received orders that the Reaper Scythe Squad of Camp 19 was plotting something sinister, with even evil tribes involved. They were ordered to eliminate them completely. It was the Reaper Scythe Squad—unless absolutely necessary, no one wanted to confront them! They knew all too well how combative and powerful the Reaper Scythe Squad was. If a war broke out, the consequences would be disastrous, with heavy casualties. On the other hand, everyone had witnessed the Reaper Scythe Squad’s actions over time. They had sacrificed so much for Iron Bar Town, only to end up in this standoff. Who would want that? But the orders from above were unchallengeable, leaving them no choice.

Silence reigned—no one spoke. Under the dawn sky, in the dim light, the two groups stood face to face.

“Damn you bastards! Are you blind? I’ve risked my life countless times, and now you turn on us? What’s your motive? Who told you to do this?” Seeing that these people remained silent, Curly couldn’t hold back any longer. He stepped forward and shouted angrily.

“Damn these bastards! They think we’re easy targets, huh?” Soon, many others joined in, and the scene became chaotic.

At that moment, the soldiers on the other side took action. Suddenly, they parted to create a path, and then three figures came forward from behind.

Upon closer inspection, Rod’s heart turned even colder. The three people approaching were none other than Emio, the commander of the Black Tooth Legion, Nagran, the deputy commander, and another figure—a figure he knew all too well. Hadn’t he been killed by Rod himself? hadn’t he died during the battle against Camp 11? Why was he here now?
No, Rod suddenly remembered. The situation that day had been chaotic, especially towards the end. Perhaps this guy had taken advantage of the chaos to escape! In fact, that must be the case. Later, due to the intervention of the Black Tooth Legion, they were all taken away, so it made sense they had forgotten about this incident on the battlefield.
Seeing this scene and the appearance of this man, Rod’s gaze darkened. He already knew what was happening. Looking at the people around him, he sighed inwardly. Would these people turn their anger on him next? Life is unpredictable—this was a tragic reality.
Indeed. Who else could be by Emio and Nagran’s side besides the man who had kidnapped Shirley twice and also Anne? It was Vente, that damned guy. He never expected him to appear!
“General Emio, what’s going on here? Give us an explanation!” Skora stepped forward with a stern expression and demanded an answer.
“You’ll get an explanation soon enough!” Ignoring Skora’s words, Emio focused his attention on Rod, sighing as if waiting for a response from him.
Meeting Emio’s gaze, Rod sighed as well. Without saying much, he stared intently at Vente with an icy look.
“Vente, speak up!” Seeing that Rod had no intention of speaking, Emio said in a deep voice to Vente.

“Hmph, what’s the matter, Lord Brado? Oh, no—should I call you Knightrod? Solomon, right? The famous demon lord. Do you have anything to say?” Walking up to Emio, he glared at Rod with a sneer as Vente spoke in a teasing tone. At this moment, he felt incredibly pleased, enjoying the satisfaction of revenge! This demon would die today—three times he had almost died at his hands. If not for good luck, he would never have escaped. Hard work pays off; he had been secretly watching this Brado all along. Even better, one day he suddenly saw a warrant on the streets, a notice hunting down the demon Knightrod. After combining and analyzing the details, he became even more convinced that this Brado was Knightrod.

At first, he was shocked by this conclusion, but gradually, through some private observations and inquiries from others, he became certain. The simplest proof was Knightrod’s signature moves—the Invisible Sword and the Autumn Wind Sword, both of unparalleled power, exactly as described in the warrant that had been chasing him.

Once convinced, he was overjoyed. This guy not only had nearly killed him three times but also caused the death of all his comrades and teammates. How could he let such a grudge go unaddressed?

After some planning and preparation, he went to General Emio and General Nagran yesterday to share this information. Of course, they didn’t believe him at first, but in the face of his proof, they had no choice but to believe. That’s why this scene happened now.

“Knightrod? Solomon!” The name struck like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples everywhere. Chaos ensued—the entire area was in turmoil, and everyone was stunned. No one was unaware of this name; it had become widely known lately. A demon… he was a demon.

Suddenly, everyone’s gaze toward Rod became strange. Some even stepped back slightly.

“What the hell are you talking about? If you keep talking like this, I’ll slash you with my sword! You’re spouting nonsense without any proof!” The curly-haired man grew anxious. He knew exactly how Rod had been acting lately, and he was the first to doubt the claim that he was a demon.

“Hmph. Ask him yourselves!” With a cold snort, Vente quickly stepped behind Emio.

“Brado, give me an answer!” Emio on the other side also spoke in a deep voice, with a hint of murderous intent in his words! Rod not denying it right away meant this matter was almost certainly true.
“That’s right, it’s me!” Taking a deep breath, he looked at everyone, at those staring at him, closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, Rod spoke in a low voice.
At the same time, the Dark Dragon appeared in his hand as he gripped his weapon tightly, looking at the people around him: “I, Knight Rod, am worthy of both heaven and earth. I claim to have never wronged anyone in my life! Being a demon is just a title—if any of you truly wish to slay demons, come at me!” At this moment, Rod appeared proud and heroic, standing with his sword, exuding an aura of unstoppable power. Such a demeanor left everyone stunned, plunging them into brief silence. No one expected him to admit it so decisively and quickly, without the slightest attempt to evade or cover up!