"Let me handle this one," Demyul heard the young commander say.

An inexplicable feeling bud inside Demyul. It was a feeling of gratefulness. "T-Thank you, C-Commander," weakly said Demyul. He was grateful for skipping that certain death situation. "B-Be careful! That one can regenerate!" Demyul warned.

Eman slightly narrowed his eyes. "..…" he did not reply.

Right at this moment, "Hehe!" They heard Roi laugh and slowly glanced behind Eman like a boneless mannequin. However, before his head could fully glance behind him, his head was sent flying away when Eman summoned his dagger and decapitated him in a hasty motion. Not only that, but he also kicked the headless body on the side. The body was sent away towards the flying head.

Demyul was just staring with wide eyes at their young commander, who he thought was an incompetent cub.

Right at this very moment, he noticed no change in the young commander's emotion even after decapitating his enemy. It seemed like it was a normal thing to him. It was the honest feeling that Demyul felt. 'This young commander, who exactly is this person?' Demyul could not help but ask. 

"Captain!"

"Commander!"

Not long, Henry and the others arrived at their location. But Eman's attention wasn't with them. He was staring at the decapitated enemy, who is now twitching on the ground.

Demyul's subordinates turned pale when they saw him becoming so weak. But they figured out the cause of it. He lost too much blood. 

Eman glanced coldly at Demyul and his men. He noticed that each of them were both injured and wounded in different parts of their body. It was their fault, though.

Henry and the others sunk back, while they noticed Demyul slightly shuddered. They wondered why. Well, it was their fault that this mess happened.

"Here, drink this." Eman tossed four vials with red liquid in them, before returning his eyes to the moving headless body ahead of them, who was searching for his head on the ground.

He didn't care if these people died in this battle. But he needed them to work and be responsible for what they did.

Henry and the others stared at the vials. They knew that it was a healing elixir. But how did the commander casually give away these elixirs? Wait! It is a high-grade healing elixir! It was very expensive. They also noticed it was of high quality because of the pure red color and the crystal clear liquid inside it. Those who owned it would certainly become famous.

When they noticed the sharp gaze of the young commander, they hastily helped Demyul drink it. Fortunately, he was still capable of swallowing the healing elixir.

A second after Demyul drank the elixir, his eyes opened wide. Then, the pupils of his eyes briefly trembled, but soon the vibrant color had returned it.

"Huh!?" Demyul muttered in wonder. They also noticed the wound in Demyul's leg was disappearing. And it didn't take long when the pained expression on his face disappeared.

Now, everyone was certain that it was a high-quality elixir. Not only did it take effect right away, but it also reimbursed the lost blood. Only a high-quality elixir can do such a thing! And this elixir cost gold coins! It was a better healing potion than Regeneration Potion.

Well, Eman spent lots of gold and Soul points to make those elixirs. All for the sake of increasing his proficiency level in his Alchemy Talent.

Right, every night he kept on mixing medicine using his alchemy skills to increase his proficiency level without a miss. He needed to do it to unlock some slots in his skills category and unlock the other potions available.

Regardless, while everyone was stunned at the elixir. They also noticed the young commander materializing lumps of the earth around him. No need to be surprised about it as most people leaning in casting spells were capable of doing it. In the empire, there were several types of academies. An example of it was the Knighthood Academy. In Knighthood Academy, every student was taught combat using strength and weapons. The usage of magical energy was focused on enhancing their body and weapons.

The other academy was known as The Bless Church Academy. In this academy, students known as acolytes were being taught healing and holy spells.

Whereas, the other academy was the Magical Academy. In this academy, students were taught how to cast magical spells, either by using weapons as the medium or barehanded. But, they mostly focused on casting magical spells. And they were mostly known as Mage.

It looks like their young commander was a Mage. Though not all mages couldn't use weapons. There were some who both adept in using magical spells and weapons. The same goes for the Knights. But those cases were only a few. And some people mostly called them irregular.

Aside from those three, there was also an Academy known as Artisan Academy. Students were called apprentices in this academy. They were taught how to craft Artefacts. Alchemy and blacksmithing were also in this category. This academy has the biggest total of students each year.

Nevertheless, after summoning lumps of soil around him, they noticed the young commander summoned bright-red magical energy next. Then, he enveloped those lumps of soil with it. The lumps of soil around him gleamed like sturdy rocks.

Without a warning, the young commander focused his palm towards the approaching bandits. Then, the sturdy soils shot faster than arrows.

Gwah!

Ugh!

Gya!

It was followed by cries from the bandits who were unluckily pierced by those lumps of soil. Three bandits fell immediately. After hitting those three approaching bandits, he changed his target to the other bandits who were coming to their side.

Like the other bandits, they were pierced as well. Blood blurted from their wounds and rained on the ground. Demyul and his men were staring at their young commander with wide eyes. They wondered if the young commander was a high-level mage.

Right after he fired all the lumps around him, they saw the headless Roi already reattached his head.

"W-What!? He is still alive?" Demyul asked in shock in a raspy and weak voice. Although the elixir healed his wound, it didn't abate his fatigue. Also, he almost used up all his magical energy. Fortunately, he still had an extra regeneration potion that could restore their magical energy.

Henry chugged up the red elixir as well. After drinking it, the wound across his eyes healed immediately.

The other two were skeptical to drink it, but when they noticed the sharp gazed of their young commander, they chugged it.

"Commander, l-let us help you defeat him," announced Demyul as he forced himself to stand.

The Sacrilege Decapitator Roi was already walking towards them. This time, his whole body was oozing with dark reddish energy.

"Can you kill a demon?" Replied the young commander in a cold voice.

"D-Demon?!" Henry and the others exclaimed after hearing it. Demyul had a shocked face as well. But soon they realized that aside from the demon, no normal person would remain alive after his head was cut away.

The four froze on their spot and fell silent. Noticing their silence, Eman smiled mockingly.

Demyul and the others never once saw a real demon. Though, they heard about them lots of time. Only those who were sent to the frontline saw a real demon. That's why not all citizens in the empire believed in demons. Some of them believed that it was a made-up story to scare the citizens from going out of the southeast part of the Empire, to where the frontline was. They thought the higher-ups were doing some shady business out there. Some thought they were fighting beasts. But demons? Not all of them believed they existed.

However, what to call this person in front of them? Also, he had the taboo ability, the self-regeneration ability! It was said that only the minions of darkness had such kind of ability.

"C-Commander, is that person actually a demon?" Henry asked with a face that couldn't believe.

Eman knitted his brows. He wondered why they seemed they were not aware of it. 'Could it be they never saw one before?'

"Yes, it is. Look!" Eman replied and beckoned them to look at the Decapitator Roi.

Right at this moment, a horn was already protruding on Decapitator Roi's forehead. Then his color had started to change into a dark pinkish color. His eyes become hollow and red dot pupils move around it. Razor-sharp black nail was on each of his fingers.

Demyul and the others were like statues as they shuddered in fright. Demons had natural abilities to intimidate a person. Fear was noticeable on each of their faces.

While the Demon Decapitator Roi slowly advanced towards them, Demyul and the others felt death himself was coming closer to them. They were unaware that each of them was trembling in fear.

"Hehe!" The Demon laughed menacingly towards them. It further scared Demyul and the others. 

However, they noticed the young commander stepped in front, facing his back at them. The demon guffawed impishly, then rushed towards them while raising his hands full of razor-sharp claws. It was easy to guess what he was planning to do.

"C-Commander run!" Demyul managed to speak. 

However, instead of heeding his warning. They noticed the young commander stored away the red sword. 

Eh?! Did he lose his mind because of fear? Demyul and the others thought so.

Yet, before the demon reached them, the demon suddenly stopped moving. 

"W-What happened?"

"The young commander is holding something."

"A-Artefact?"

In the hand of the young commander, they noticed a weird-looking artefact. More on that, it shot liquids.

When the demon was hit by it, the next to happen was a roar coming from a demon. No, it was a thunderous cry.

WWWOOOOOOOAAAARRRR!!! The demon cried while fumes were coming out of his face, to where the liquid landed.

In Eman's hand, he was holding a water gun. But inside it was holy water.