I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Moist fog clung to everyone's eyelids, and python-like vines lurked menacingly on the branches. Thick, brown tree trunks stood densely packed like pillars, blocking their path.

Deal casually picked up a bug from his body and stuffed it into his mouth:

"Are you sure it's nearby? This is too remote."

The forest they were in had already left the territory of the Rama Kingdom. This professional search team had trekked for over forty days to reach this place, which likely held unknown dangers.

If it weren't for the escort of the ogre experts, this search team would likely have been swallowed by the local monsters more than ten days ago. Therefore, Deal also doubted how the target had survived here.

She wasn't exactly a combat-proficient powerhouse.

The old shaman, leading the way, bent down, picked up a handful of soil, and sniffed it.

"Yes, I can smell her," the old man replied. "And we basically all agree that the target is nearby. She couldn't have fooled so many of our 'guides' at the same time."

"Tch." Deal spat out the chewed-up insect pulp. "Good then. Do your job, or…"

Suddenly, Deal tightly shut his mouth and extended his left hand forward and to the side.

Immediately, the skin on his palm split open, revealing two rows of white, pointed teeth. Then, the upper and lower rows of teeth gently tapped against each other.

Bang!

A tall Yang'er tree instantly exploded, the jagged tear looking as gruesome as if it had been gnawed by some giant monster. And, maybe it was just an illusion…

When this Yang'er tree fell, it struggled and waved its branches.

A scream, filled with anger and a hint of desolation, pierced everyone's eardrums. A dozen ordinary-looking trees instantly twisted, violently uprooting themselves from the soil, and their sharp branches surged towards them.

Blood bloomed, transforming into vibrant red flowers on the branches.

One unlucky tracker was impaled on a tree.

Just as everyone was panicking and trying to resist the Treants, more than a dozen graceful and beautiful figures emerged from the dense green leaves.

These maiden-like beings had pale green skin, beautiful faces, insect-like wings, and their nearly naked bodies were covered only by a few vaguely visible green leaves.

However, this "beautiful" scene only made everyone more terrified.

"Treants and Dryads!" A throat-tearing shout threw half of the trackers into disarray. Dryads were extremely terrifying and dangerous creatures with a strong sense of territory and a strange desire for humans.

Simply put, they saw humans as prey. Human torsos were their nesting sites for laying eggs, human skin was their favorite fabric, and human bones were materials they used to decorate their temples.

And the most terrifying thing was that they would cut off human heads while they were still alive and connect them to the sacred tree before they completely died, allowing the sacred tree to supply nutrients in place of the body, and those whose heads were taken would never be able to die.

They would transform into the sacred tree's "fruit," enduring eternal torment.

Moreover, for Dryads, the heads of stronger humans were more sacred.

They knew so much about this because the pioneers had destroyed several great Dryad civilizations when expanding the Rama Kingdom, which had forged a deeper hatred between them and the Rama people.

"Calm down!" Deal roared through gritted teeth. "They're just a few Dryads."

As he spoke, a Dryad that had already reached him was instantly "chewed" to pieces from thin air, the dark green juice splattering out like an exploding fruit.

The fat ogre also swung his hands, instantly smashing back two Treants like heavy hammers, while the short ogre burst out with terrifying speed, starting to protect the trackers who had no ability to protect themselves.

The other hunters all raised their weapons, formed a line, and began to resist the enemy.

Just as they began to steadily deal with the enemy, about to smoothly repel the Dryads…

Deal, who was clearing out the minor enemies, suddenly raised his head.

In the shadows cast by the intertwined vines, a figure that was clearly stronger than the other Dryads emerged, and her body was not only adorned with leaves but also draped in flesh-colored clothing.

It was clearly human skin that had been processed through some special process.

In addition, she wore a necklace made of broken human bone fragments around her neck, and although her spear-like weapon was entirely made of some kind of plant, it also had human fragments as accessories.

Upon seeing this Dryad, Deal couldn't help but curse:

"High Priestess? Damn it? How the hell did that bitch survive in this place?"

But seeing this Dryad, Deal knew that he had no energy to take care of others. He had to first deal with this terrifying monster that could even threaten his life.

It was also at this moment that more trees began to sway, and then more Dryads emerged from the green leaves, beginning a true hunt for the remaining humans.

Two Dryads noticed a boy who was running away in a panic.

He had rather beautiful brown skin, and the clothes made from it would definitely look good.

Without any hesitation, they directly flapped their wings and flew towards the boy.

The terrified boy quickly raised his hands and gestured. Several sharp, purple arcs appeared in front of him, abruptly flying towards the two dangerous Dryads.

However, they simply tilted their bodies slightly and dodged the flying purple arcs.

The rays of light ultimately landed on the trees behind them. The purple light instantly swallowed the entire tree, then dragged it into something strange, and finally completely disappeared from this world.

The boy knew very well that as long as these attacks hit the opponent, he could easily kill them.

But reality had no "ifs."

They had already arrived in front of him.

"Help!" the boy shouted, closing his eyes.

A heavy sword without an edge suddenly fell, smashing the head of the Dryad running in front like a watermelon.

And the second Dryad, who had just leaped high, was suddenly frozen in mid-air, then, as if crushed by something invisible, her skin began to compress towards the flesh, and blood flowed out of every pore.

In just a few seconds, she turned into a skeleton.

In front of Ma En and the helmeted woman, these Dryads were as fragile as mosquitoes.

"Are you okay?" Ma En's polite greeting made the boy open his eyes.

The boy timidly looked at the two dead Dryads.

Ma En nodded at him gently, using his usual calming, peaceful voice to comfort him…

No, this is written wrong.

The fledgling Ma En possessed a strange composure at this time for some unknown reason, but he did not doubt it. Perhaps this was an ability he was born with. He nodded very gently to the boy and comforted him:

"Follow me."

He already had an idea in his head.