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

was none other than Demon Hunter Colin Iliad. He was draped with a brown coat and a leather belt with secret compartments around his

captain, regardless of your condition, you have to stay in the dungeon for three days and undergo the Glory Crown’s cleansing. You should know that

show the slightest hint

for a long time. When it’s over, I can

she had walked to the door and went past Demon Hunter Colin while facing

silently and followed her down the winding

heard heart-wrenching cries and

again?” Lovia asked with a slightly

voice, “Yes, this is a destiny that we

a large hall in the middle levels of the

of the exploratory team and the few residents of the City of Silver who had been corrupted were pressed down to the ground by seemingly corporeal holy lusters. They were unable to move, as though they were carrying a huge mountain on

couple in their forties with dark skin held a sword with complicated

head was still intact. Only a

the couple approaching, he shouted in horror, “Dad,

to eat grilled iron

Mom, I caught a lot

any longer and turned their heads to the side, but they raised the sword in

his wailing. He twitched first, then he completely lost all signs

complicated patterns on it. Tears were streaming down her

today onwards,

vision turned into a blur, and the

pressed the back of her hand,

Oof!

was left stunned, as though she

the City of Silver was under. They had to kill their own blood relatives to prevent them from turning into terrifying

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 back to the spire to wait for

than two thousand years. Although no one knew if they would mutate after dying in this state, no one dared to

them lived in the same area. Under the arrangements of the upper echelons for each generation, there were quite a few

a patrol team would first have to consider the matter of blood ties in

darkness and stay far away from the City of Silver. Even if they died or mutated,

blood relatives within three generations, they would be placed under strict surveillance, and as soon as he became seriously ill or visibly aged, he would be exiled into the depths of

Uddel, was isolated in the dungeon, there were actually three elders in the spire. However, the one

because Uddel was the elder brother of his

the bottom level of the spire. Accompanied by a few Dawn Paladins, they arrived at the depths of

outside a cell. The Dawn Paladins dispersed themselves

any abnormalities, she walked into a room with a single bed, a table, and a single candle at a

and looked at Demon

depths of the darkness, they won’t immediately turn into

and expressed his

her eyes, revealing a sad smile, “In an exploration two months ago, a team member died in front of

the team. I waited there for

silence, not saying anything until the metal door closed with

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