Chapter 556

While chatting with his disciples, mixed in with the meows of the Celestial Hound.

A rather heavy set of footsteps came from afar.

Tang Luo turned his head to look, and saw a towering figure like an iron tower approaching, stepping on the grass, leaving marks that prevented the green grass from standing upright again.

The sleeve-arm aunties saw it, and could be fined multiple times for such misconduct.

"Who are you?"

Tang Luo looked up at this tall man.

This person had short black hair, a ferocious scar on his face, and a full beard, with a large black sword on his back.

A visage enough to make children stop crying at night.

That great sword was nearly as tall as Tang Luo; if not for this super burly man over two and a half meters tall before him, it could not possibly be wielded.

Without a doubt, this weapon must be a holy weapon, and this man before him is also a demon hunter.

"Hello, I am Holt." The burly man spoke, his voice as big as his person, a loud voice.

"Hello, I am Tang Luo." Tang Luo stood up and extended his hand.

This world also has the custom of handshaking.

Holt extended his hand and shook it once, then continued: "I am the vice-captain of the Holy Group, what everyone calls the general, one of the five."

"Oh?" Tang Luo said, intrigued.

General, this is indeed the title of the strongest five among demon hunters nowadays.

Respected by all demon hunters, the core figure among the Holy Group demon hunters, and also a position—Tang Luo's aspired position, which he did not expect to suddenly encounter a general.

There is nothing to doubt; the Holt before him must surely be a general, for the Holy Group headquarters could not possibly have an imposter general.

"I am strong, and you have limitless potential—would you like to join my squad? Fight alongside me, and I will protect you so you grow quickly, becoming a true powerhouse!" Holt said, looking at Tang Luo.

He had actually just returned to headquarters less than fifteen minutes ago.

After hearing of Tang Luo's deeds, he immediately rushed over, hoping to bring him into his own team.

Unlike ordinary demon hunters, generals are not in three-person squads; their actions are quite free.

Most generals usually choose three to five demon hunters to form a squad with them.

This can be understood as "big leading small."

The next general, many times, also appears from among the "small ones."

As a talent, not only Buyi and the others think highly of him.

Holt also wants him, and moreover, this person is a combat-type support, so Holt wants him even more.

Thus, he immediately ran over to find Tang Luo and extended an olive branch.

Men need not beat around the bush; say what you have to say.

"Join your squad?"

"Yes, rest assured, as squad leader, I can let you grow while protecting your lives." Holt said.

"... Speaking of which." Tang Luo's eyes lit up, "Why don't you join my squad instead."

"Huh?" Holt was stunned for a moment.

"Exactly, as a support, supporting you powerful generals so you can unleash maximum effect." Tang Luo said, "You generals should all team up with me; with me, you will absolutely not die."

"..."

Holt scratched his head, feeling something was off.

Clearly he came to recruit people, why did it turn into being recruited by the other side?

"No, I mean—"

"Just happily decided like that!" Tang Luo said, "Where are the other generals?"

"You misunderstood."

"No misunderstanding."

Tang Luo said firmly, "As squad leader, I can let you grow while protecting your lives."

"..."

Hearing familiar words, Holt felt that being too direct might sometimes not be good either.

"Don't believe me?" Tang Luo said, "Let me strengthen you a bit—Buddha's Dharma is boundless."

Holt's eyes widened, his blood boiled instantly, feeling he could punch a high-level demon to death with one fist.

"Such strong power enhancement." Holt clenched his right fist, seeing exaggerated muscles almost bursting his sleeves.

"How is it, not bad, right?" Tang Luo said, "Join my squad, such enhancement—I can give you ten a day."

"No need that many." Holt muttered, "This isn't about joining or not joining; you might have just arrived, not understanding the Holy Group's situation—"

"Let me show you my healing again." Tang Luo spoke, and already pressed a palm onto Holt's chest.

Holt's face changed drastically, his body flew backward and heavily slammed into the grass.

His chest caved in a chunk, the injury extremely severe.

But compared to his body, what was more injured was his spirit.

"Impossible!"

Among the five generals, the man with the strongest physique.

Not parasitic, holding a holy weapon, he could smash demons to death with his head.

Even without holding a holy weapon, his head was harder than granite, yet he was actually severely injured by one palm strike?

Even in face-to-face circumstances.

This cannot even be called a sneak attack.

Although Holt did not draw his weapon, he has fought demons for years; even if ambushed in his sleep, he would react immediately.

Moreover, he was now standing and talking—Holt was a man who drew his sword and entered battle at any time and anywhere.

He, lost!

Holt realized this—he had been defeated in direct combat.

Then, the one who defeated him, the support Tang Luo, walked over, crouched down, and performed healing light.

One could see his mouth twitch slightly, as if he were pained by something?

"You're fine now." Tang Luo stood up and said.

Holt froze, realizing his injuries had fully healed, and immediately leapt to his feet.

"I'm fine?"

"Yes, you're fine."

"..."

Holt fell silent, remaining quiet for a long while before saying, "I am willing to fight shoulder to shoulder with you! No, I can become your strongest sword and shield!"

Following the strong has never been shameful—it is, in fact, an honor!

Holt recalled the years he had followed the old exorcist, growing and strengthening.

Later, he became the strong one, leading others to grow stronger.

"Good." Tang Luo said, "Next, we will go invite the other generals."

"Others are not like me." Holt reminded.

"It's fine. As the world's number one support, having the world's number one strongest squad is perfectly normal." Tang Luo said, "My squad only recruits the strongest—if you can't join, it proves you're not strong enough."

"Hahaha, exactly, you're right!" Holt laughed heartily.

He understood Tang Luo's meaning.

The next morning.

All the exorcists of the Holy Order arrived at the spacious outdoor training ground; on the high platform stood two people.

One was the general greatly admired by all—Holt.

The bravest man, known as the "Golden Lion."

The other was the newly risen strong one from last night, capable of single-handedly defeating high-level demons, the support exorcist Tang Luo.

Correct, just a support.

Others could say they tore apart high-level demons with their bare hands, but he claimed to be a support—so he is a support.

Even more convincing than the words of a terminal cancer patient.

These two, summoning all exorcists of the headquarters under Holt's name, were they here to announce something major?

"Karen, Reiz, Crystana."

Holt first addressed the three exorcists below, saying, "You are qualified, capable of standing alone as exorcists—you are eagles ready to spread their wings, beasts ready to bare their claws! From today on, you need not follow me anymore—go find your own paths, build your own glory and honor!"

"Roar!"

The three exorcists let out earth-shaking howls in response to their captain, their battle instructor.

At the same time, many exorcists stared at Holt with burning eyes.

Would Holt select a few more exorcists to join his squad?

Especially those who had just "debuted" as exorcists—their hearts swayed even more.

"Next, I want to hold a selection." Holt said, "We will pick the strongest, who will fight alongside me and Lord Tang Luo, form a squad, become the strongest exorcists, and tear apart those old books hiding in the sewers, as well as the Rat King!"

"General, has Lord Tang Luo joined your squad?" someone asked.

"No."

Holt shook his head, "It's not him joining my squad—it should be us forming a team. Well, the captain isn't me—it's him."

Captain, becoming the captain of the general?

What kind of operation is this?

"Cough cough." Hearing the murmurs, Holt coughed twice, stepped back slightly, and gestured for Tang Luo to speak.

Or rather, to display his strength.

Beat them up, then heal them!

But Tang Luo didn't do that—joking aside, merit power doesn't cost a thing!

Such an act—personally beating someone up and then healing them—would gain no merit power at all; it's pure consumption.

Last night's healing light already made Tang Luo feel a bit of flesh-pain.

With so many people, Tang Luo would feel heartache.

Moreover, it's unnecessary—now, just speaking the truth is enough.

"As a support, one certainly cannot charge ahead to the front lines, but instead hold the rear, commanding and serving as captain—this is reasonable and proper." Tang Luo said, "Only when necessary will a support act, destroy enemies, and protect teammates. Do you all find this reasonable?"

The exorcists all nodded in agreement.

General Holt was there nodding frantically—what could they do? Just follow along and nod.

"Since it's reasonable, I won't say more. You fight each other—last one standing, we'll consider letting them join our squad." Tang Luo said, "Note: don't cause fatalities. Medical team, medical team, prepare."

On the upper floor beside the training field, behind the glass, Buyi was watching this scene.

Someone nearby whispered, "Captain, should we let Tang Luo run wild like this?"

Deputy—naturally, it should be omitted.

Anyway, the other five deputy captains are all called general by everyone; as for the rotating true captain, everyone calls him councilor.

"What nonsense—how full of vitality!" Buyi praised, leaving his several assistants staring at each other.

Letting precious exorcists brawl in a massive melee—where exactly is the vitality in that?

"Captain, this person from another world—won't there be problems...?" someone whispered softly.

Unbelievably strong power, plus inexplicably fleeing, and several others who went missing.

I always feel something's off.

"What are you afraid of?"

Buyi Si said, "Holte is by his side, and besides, the enemy of an enemy is a friend—don't you even understand this principle?"

As long as we kill demons, we're good brothers.

Everything else can be postponed.