The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

His face was pale, and his trembling voice carried a hint of fear, stammering as he shouted.

"Captain! Over by the forest!"

"What's going on over by the forest?" Lumier quickly stepped up to him, clasping his shoulders with both hands.

The pirate swallowed hard, speaking nervously.

"Lizard... so many, lizards with spears! There might be over a hundred of them..."

Lumier and Ticky exchanged a glance, almost simultaneously rushing out of the wooden cabin.

As they stepped onto the soft sandy beach and looked into the distance, their expressions changed simultaneously.

Only to see at the edge of the dense jungle not far away, one by one, emerald green heads were emerging from the shadows of the forest.

They were burly, with fierce eyes, their mouth corners dripping with what seemed like saliva or fresh blood, and the exposed dark green scales gleamed with a chilling sheen under the sunlight, like wolves eyeing their prey.

Red oil paint smeared savage symbols across their faces, but it was their weapons that were more unsettling—

The long spears engraved with ancient runes and arrow tips glowing with dark green light exuded a sinister aura from head to toe, clearly not ordinary items.

The pirates facing them were retreating in panic, while the corpse ghosts, though silent in response, appeared outnumbered amidst the retreating crowd.

Seeing their enemies so weak, the faces of the Lizardman Warriors displayed disdainful sneers, standing proudly and striking their spears against their shields, inducing even greater fear in their prey.

Watching the swaggering Lizardmen, Ticky's hoarse voice carried a quiver, his palms sweaty.

"... Damn it! There have to be at least two hundred of them!"

The lush forest blocked everyone's view, and there might well be more hidden in places they couldn't see!

Lumier was the same, his brow furrowed, his palms sweaty.

But unlike Ticky, as a true warrior of faith, even though he did not possess significant Extraordinary Power, his courage far surpassed these fallen pirates.

Seeing the shrinking retreating pirates, he stepped forward, drew the flintlock gun at his waist, and shouted loudly at them.

"What are you doing! Retreating? Running away? Where could you escape to? There's an ocean behind us, do you prefer to return to the storm rather than face the enemy before us?"

"Get a grip, everyone! The Demon God's will has brought us to this unfamiliar land, this is both a punishment for our fratricide and a test of our loyalty and determination! We have no retreat! No choice! Only by fighting to the death can we find a path to survival!"

"Pick up your weapons! Load the bullets into your guns! Look at your enemies before you, look into their eyes... unless you wish to surrender and be drowned by them in the sea!"

Lumier's shout halted the pirates' retreat.

Although fear and despair were still written on their disheveled, ragged faces, at least they regained the courage to fight, gripping their guns tightly.

The atmosphere on the beach instantly tightened, like a string that could snap at any moment.

And at this moment, a three-meter-tall Lizardman stood on a protruding rock at the forest's edge, watching the uninvited guests on the beach with a sinister gaze.

His scales were dark red, as if stained with blood, and on his chest was a twisted black mark glowing faintly. This was the "Hunting Mark" granted by the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom Priests, making his senses sharper and granting him greater strength than an ordinary warrior.

Trakel, this was the name bestowed upon him by the Kingdom Priests, meaning "Born Hunter."

Beside Trakel, a slightly shorter Lizardman deputy, Saku, scoffed contemptuously while squinting at the beach, his face full of arrogant disdain.

"These filthy impure ones, a bunch who can't even build nests... how dare they tread on our Holy Blessing soil with their dirty feet! They must be tired of living!"

His long, forked tongue continuously licked around his mouth, much like a snake flicking its tongue.

Trakel did not respond, his gaze fixed on the cowardly and timid humans, as well as the creatures in worn military uniforms with stiff movements.

The fresh sea breeze carried a faint scent of death, instinctively filling him with repulsion, as he revered nature.

"It's the Undead."

He finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, filled with aversion and stark murderous intent.

"They have polluted the coast."

Upon hearing Trakel's voice, Saku grinned, revealing a row of sharp fangs.

His battle blade struck the ground heavily, creating a deep pit in the soft soil as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Then let their blood... purify this place!"

Trakel raised his claw, making a simple gesture, and immediately a deep drumming sound echoed through the rainforest.

The Hunters' cries grew even more fervent, holding bone blades and obsidian spears, their hunting marks faintly glowing, like beasts poised to pounce!

In the next instant, Trakel coldly uttered a single word—

"Kill."

That word resounded like a trumpet call for attack, and upon receiving the order, the Hunters all let out an excited howl, leaping from the edge of the forest to the beach, like a black-green tide surging against the waves straight toward the beach within reach!