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.

door opened backward

Hunter Colin Iliad. He was draped with a brown coat and a

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

slightest hint of anger

already made preparations to stay in the dungeon for a long time. When

door and went past Demon Hunter

silently and followed her down the winding

there, they heard heart-wrenching cries and

again?” Lovia asked with a slightly confused

nodded and replied in a low voice, “Yes, this is a destiny that

this moment, in a large hall in the middle levels of the

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

with complicated patterns as they

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

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

to eat grilled

I caught a lot of iron

couple couldn’t bear it any longer and turned their heads to the side,

man stopped his wailing. He twitched first,

young girl, who was around ten years old, raised a sword with complicated patterns

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

girl immediately cried until her vision turned into a blur, and the sword in her hand stopped in

strong palm pressed the back of her hand, pushing it

Oof!

girl was left stunned, as though she

in the City of Silver was under. They had to kill

value in interrogating, the “shadow” observer didn’t dare to kill him on the spot. Instead, he tried his best to restrain

remained unchanging for more than two thousand years. Although no one knew if they would mutate after dying in this state,

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

the Beyonder in charge of setting up a patrol team would first have to consider the

and stay far away from the City

longer had 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 darkness, away

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

because Uddel was the elder brother

spire. Accompanied

them stopped outside a cell. The Dawn Paladins dispersed themselves

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

looked at Demon Hunter Colin with her pale

once told me that when residents of the City of Silver leave this place and die in the depths of the darkness, they won’t immediately turn

nodded and expressed his

exploration two months ago, a

to be separated from the rest of the team. I waited there for five days, but he didn’t turn into

silence, not saying anything until the metal door closed

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