Backlund, in a basement that resembled a temple.

Mr. A, dressed in a hooded black robe, motionlessly quietly knelt in front of a figurine of The Hanged Giant for an extended period of time.

Suddenly, he pricked up his ears as if he was listening to something.

After a short pause, Mr. A’s hands jerked up, and he snapped his right index finger with his left palm.

He stuffed the bloody finger into his mouth and munched on it like he was eating snacks, making crunching sounds.

Gulp!

Mr. A’s throat wiggled, and he swallowed his gnawed fingers into his stomach.

His body suddenly trembled, as if he was being grabbed and shaken by an invisible figure.

In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and used the blood from his wound to write words on the ground.

Those words were written in neither Jotun or Dragonese, which could stir the powers of nature, nor was it in Hermes which was used for sacrificial rituals. Instead, they were written in the most ordinary and commonplace language, Loen.

The scarlet color quickly gathered together and the words pieced together into a few sentences.

“Found:

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era.

“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.

“The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.

“Adorers and devotees in Backlund.”

After the end of the “divine epiphany,” Mr. A stopped trembling, and a new finger grew out of his squirming wound.

He lowered his head and carefully read the words he had just written, the corners of his mouth curled up in the shadows.

“By your divine revelation!” Mr. A humbly prostrated as though he had found the meaning of his existence once again.

City of Silver, at the top of the spire.

Lovia walked to the window and looked down at the candlelight in the darkness, her expression softening.

After an unknown period of time, she heard a knock at the door.

“Your Excellency?” Lovia turned around with alacrity and greeted the visitor with a smile.

opened backward

standing outside was none other than Demon Hunter Colin Iliad. He was draped with a brown coat and a leather

described plainly. “As captain, regardless of your condition, you have to stay in the dungeon for three days and undergo the Glory Crown’s

show the slightest hint of anger as

When it’s over,

spoke, she had walked to the door and went past Demon

and followed her down

heard heart-wrenching cries

asked with a slightly confused

and replied in a low voice, “Yes, this is a destiny that we can’t

hall in the middle levels

were pressed down to the

a sword with complicated patterns as they walked up to a young man in his

already turned into a meat slush, but his head was still intact. Only a long, thin, blood-red tendril grew out of

couple approaching, he shouted in horror, “Dad, Mom, what are you

we agree to eat grilled

Mom, I caught a lot

couple couldn’t bear it any longer and turned their heads to the side, but they raised the sword in their

rang out, the young man stopped his wailing. He twitched first, then

who was around ten years old, raised a sword with complicated patterns on it. Tears were streaming down

the ground suddenly laughed and gently said, “From today onwards, you’ll have to live your own

vision turned into a

a strong palm pressed the back of

Oof!

was left stunned, as though she couldn’t hear or

kill their own blood relatives to prevent

mutated into a monster and was corrupted by an unknown existence, having no value in interrogating, the “shadow” observer didn’t dare to kill him on the spot. Instead, he tried his best to restrain the monster and bring it

team members were currently receiving the same treatment that they had been subjected to, a process that remained unchanging for more than two thousand years. Although no one

each generation, there were quite a few people who were related to each other by blood. Even if they were limited by three generations,

charge of setting up a patrol team would first have to consider the matter of blood

teams weren’t that strict because their missions were always to invade deep into the darkness and stay far away from the

placed under strict surveillance, and as soon as he became seriously ill or visibly aged, he would be exiled into the depths

team, Uddel, was isolated in the dungeon, there were actually three elders in the spire. However, the one who took action was Chief Colin Iliad in the

was because Uddel was the elder brother of his

of the spire. Accompanied by a few Dawn Paladins, they arrived

of them stopped outside a cell. The Dawn Paladins dispersed themselves

a room with a single bed, a table, and a

she turned around and looked at Demon Hunter Colin

place and die in the depths of the darkness, they won’t immediately turn into evil spirits. A few days have to pass. Therefore, the other members of the exploratory team have plenty of time to pull open

nodded and expressed his

“In an exploration two months ago, a team member died in front of

separated from the rest of the team. I waited there for five days,

her in silence, not saying anything until the metal door closed with a clang,

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