Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3084

Only those who had worn the Ghost Mask understood its danger. It could unleash a person's fury and consume their thoughts, yet it also bestowed immense power.

Since experiencing a sudden surge in strength, Matthew never used the mask. But now, facing a critical moment, he knew it was the time to use it. "Please take care of my wife while I'm away. When I return, we'll crush our foes once and for all," he said with a booming laugh before darting away.

In an instant, Lucius felt a surge of evil energy closing in on him. He turned just in time to glimpse Matthew's fleeting shadow. Lucius feared that the enemy's delay tactics would only invite more reinforcements. With their overwhelming numbers, they could swiftly overwhelm Matthew using a relentless swarm tactic.

A strong gust of wind swept through and scattered the leaves to the ground. The faint moonlight cast a soft glow over the landscape. Among the trees, darkness dominated, broken only by occasional moonbeams filtering through the dense foliage. It created an eerie and surreal atmosphere, as if the forest was shrouded in mystery.

Several camouflaged scouts lay in wait while listening intently for any suspicious noise. When drifting clouds completely obscured the moonlight, a shadow darted through the forest.

As Matthew stepped into the woods, his blood-red eyes scanned the surroundings effortlessly in the darkness. The camouflaged scouts appeared as humanoid red glows in his vision. Under the influence of the Ghost Mask, his mind was overwhelmed with a murderous intent that seemed to find solace only through killing.

"Anyone in my way will die!" His menacing shout reverberated through the forest, akin to the primal cry of a beast, catching Zedran's attention nearby.

"What's that noise?"

"Lord Zedran, our scouts have spotted someone breaking through."

Zedran smirked as he gave the order, "Shoot to kill!"

Just as the adjutant was about to relay the command, Zedran stopped him. "Wait! Confirm the identity first. If it's Matthew, capture him alive."

"Yes, Lord Zedran."

In the forest, hundreds of scouts and soldiers quivered in fear. The figure before them stood nearly ten feet tall. It was enveloped in a crimson glow that gradually transformed into a demonic visage with fangs. The sight alone was enough to sap their will.

As Matthew drew nearer, a heavy, evil energy bore down on them. It made it difficult for them to breathe or even raise their heads. The palpable fear was etched on every face.

One scout swallowed nervously. His face was a mask of terror with wide, unblinking eyes. If it weren't for their rifles and the support of their comrades, he would have fled long ago. This was just too frightening. "Captain, w-what should we do?" His voice trembled with fear.

The captain's mind raced with one pressing question. Could their rifles even harm this man-beast? Primal fear drowned out rational thought and urged them to flee. Just then, a command crackled through the radio.

"All units! Identify the intruder. If it's Matthew Larson, capture him alive. Kill any others on sight!"

Stunned by the directive, the captain wanted to bring the adjutant to the scene to witness the situation firsthand. Identify? he muttered incredulously. Identify my foot! All I want to do is run. If anyone dares to unmask this guy, I'll drop to my knees and bark like a dog.