The Redeemer

After the Duke's enthronement ceremony, the church exploded.

This time it was a real explosion, and some believers even went directly to Black Mist, vowing to kill this false god who usurped the throne of the Lord of All Things and All Powers. They would rather believe such an outrageous thing than believe that the gods had abandoned them. Just thinking about this was enough to make all the believers' mentality collapse.

As the direct instigator, Mason was considered the culprit and attracted a lot of hatred. Even in Partington, a key city in the central region, Mason still encountered a large number of attacks. Ronald stayed awake all night and silently guarded his door.

He has successfully upgraded to C-rank, which is a very common rank for an attacker. But with the Harrison Sword, he can more than handle a B-rank attack. Those above this rank generally do not attack in Partington City, as the possibility of being caught is too high, and the cost-effectiveness is not high.

After a brief panic, the church's top brass forcibly suppressed all negative comments. The ostrich-like self-deception caused the noble association to secretly laugh at it, but it did not hinder the church's subsequent punitive policy.

They finally figured it out.

The new gods were born in the Land of Stars, and they must have been coerced by Mason Cross. Otherwise, how could they abandon their devout believers and care for the pagans?

Nothing good has happened since this duke founded Guixiang City and gained the power to dialogue with the church!

The church's attitude towards the Nobles Association this time was tougher than ever before. They demanded severe punishment for Mason Cross. They offered extremely generous chips, which even made the Nobles Association a little hesitant.

As long as they can get rid of Mason Cross and regain the favor of God, the church is willing to share the purification rights with the association and open the church's treasure room to it. The treasures and high-level pollutants accumulated by the church over thousands of years are stored in it, and their value is unimaginable.

Many nobles were shaken by this. Mason Cross was originally the banner they raised to fight against the church. Now that the church has admitted defeat, it seems that there is no need for this banner to exist.

Behind the scenes,

Suddenly, the situation was unpredictable. The previously enthusiastic nobles became ambiguous again. Given that the new Duke had not yet left Partington, and the invisible pressure from the Mechanical City, this was not obvious, but it did exist.

Ronald looked down upon these people's attitude, but he also knew that this was actually the most normal thing.

Ronald often encountered such people when the Crosses were busy looking for a way to remove the black fog curse and he was the only one supporting the territory. The upright knight went from being angry/rejected at first to being accustomed to it later. It only took a short winter for him to rely on maneuvers to obtain supplies for a territory.

Now he doesn't have to worry about the territory anymore. When he sees these people again, he becomes worried about Mason and comforts him: "You don't have to care about these people. A true ally will not abandon you because of these few words."

"Don't worry, I don't take these people seriously."

The linen-haired noble smiled and comforted the knight. Ronald was honest and didn't think too much. With the Luo family as his eyes, Mason knew the situation better.

The so-called true allies cannot resist the erosion of power. The generous rewards given by the church are enough to impress them. Especially the essence authority. If they can really succeed, they will no longer need Mason Cross as a shield. It's just a matter of exchanging some resources. Why not?

The reason they haven’t taken action yet is simply because they are not sure whether the church is really willing to do so.

The new Duke leaned against the bed, quietly looking at Partinton in the night. The light reflected into his eyes, blurring into a deep storm.

After a short period of hesitation, the Aristocratic Association took action and semi-forced Mason to stay in Partington on the grounds that "the environment in the West is too bad and too laborious." Unlike what they imagined, the other party readily agreed, as if they had expected them to do so.

There was no resistance, no fighting, and even no anger. It was so smooth that it seemed out of place. Even the resistance and condemnation from the Mechanical City and other forces seemed normal.

The association couldn't hold back any longer and sent Shirleya to check on the situation again.

After receiving the order, the Hart family head was somewhat dissatisfied. He came to visit his daughter and couldn't help but sigh: "The association is really asking you to do such difficult things all day long."

Xueliya looked at herself in the mirror and applied a secret medicine to cover the ice crystals, and her skin became as smooth as a normal person. Although the mutation made her stronger, it also made her more likely to attract suspicious looks.

"Don't say that, father. I am happy to do something for the family. The stronger our family is, the more qualified we are to gain benefits."

The Hart family head looked at her with satisfaction: "You are much more mature now than before."

"Really? I also think that I was too naive before."

Xue Liya stroked her cheek. She used to regard beauty as a shameful gold foil, but now she knows that for the power in her hands, everything is worth using. The girl looked around and asked, "Father, is there still no news from the Mechanical City?"

"It's not just the Mechanical City. The Dragon Clan and the West are also very quiet. The Guixiang City area is under pressure from the Western families, and the southern area is headed by the Luo family. They all belong to the territories of the Noble Association, so it's understandable that they are quieter. But the silence in the Mechanical City is strange. According to common sense, they should have protested this injustice a long time ago."

In reality, the parties only had some minor quarrels, and at most received a few innocuous letters of condemnation. This puzzled the Hart family and even the Twelve Round Table families, and was also the main reason for Shirleya's trip.

The girl nodded thoughtfully, understanding the purpose of this trip. It was not an easy task to get information from the new duke.

Mason had expected that the Noble Association would send someone. The lady of the noble family, dressed in her best clothes, got off the carriage, and the doorman who had been waiting at the door came up to her and respectfully welcomed her in.

Shirleya looked straight ahead, and only the voice that could be heard by both parties reached her ears: "What's the situation?"

The doorman lowered his head and led the other party through the flower-filled garden. His voice was equally low: "Everything is normal. There is no external contact."

All the servants working here were carefully arranged by the Noble Association, and at least two-thirds of them belonged to the various major families. They usually did not communicate with the association, and only passed on messages at the most important times. They were the so-called hidden agents.

During the process of leading the way, both Shirleya's personal guards and servants on the road intentionally or unintentionally kept away from the two of them. This spy conveyed all the information very concisely, and Shirleya had a picture of the regular and simple life of the owner of the house in her mind. The latter rarely even went out, let alone contacted outsiders. And this house was already under the supervision of the association, so no matter how hard she thought, she could not find any problems.

Then you can only meet each other in person.

The chaotic thoughts quickly flashed past her mind, and Xueliya came back to her senses. She smiled and thanked the doorman before walking inside.

The new Duke was sitting in an armchair in the room, looking down at a book. Shirley glanced at it and recognized it as a fashionable novel. It was about the love story between an ordinary girl and a mutant.

Hearing the voice, the linen-haired nobleman raised his head and looked at her with a smile. The young face reminded Shirley of those ancient murals: princes and princesses dancing in the castle at night. The handsome and young face overlapped with the person in front of her, and the skin was delicate and silky soft.

He closed his book and nodded gently in a friendly manner: "Nice to meet you, Miss Xueliya, please take a seat. Would you like black tea or green tea?"

"Black tea, thank you."

Xue Liya sat on a soft chair nearby, watching the Duke get up and take out the tea set, put in tea leaves and pour in hot water. The sound of water hitting the porcelain wall was crisp and pleasant. Slowly, hot air rose, spreading warmth throughout the room.

The young Duke's tea-making skills were a delight to watch. This was all thanks to Fayrell, who was a great tea-maker and often taught Mason when he returned to his hometown. Through his observation and listening, Mason learned the art of making tea.

The tea set chosen today was a set of blue porcelain with white patterns. Shirleya took a sip and the light tea fragrance was charming, making her dignified and elegant posture slightly relax.

She half smiled and half tested: "You are so relaxed here, while things are so chaotic outside. Don't you have any ideas?"

"If I don't stay here, things will be really chaotic out there. It's better for everyone if I stay here."

"Isn't this unfair to you? Although I come here to greet you on behalf of the Nobles Association, you know that the Hart family is a neutral family. We are willing to help everyone."

"I appreciate the kindness of the Hart family. However, keeping a distance is good for both of us. As you can see, I have always followed the orders of the association. I don't want to cause any misunderstanding."

Facing her advances, the young Duke smiled softly and did not respond to the other party's words. He looked like he was really unaffected. Shirleya's eyes fell on the clothes he was wearing today. Because he was indoors, the Duke simply wore a casual shirt today, with the edges ironed neatly without a single wrinkle. This material is soft and light, and it is very easy to wrinkle when worn. The servants need to spend a lot of time to help him dress. From this point alone, we can see the other party's calmness.

He really didn't seem to care about it, but to say he trusted the association? It was impossible for a person to believe it.

The girl quickly organized her words, trying to further impress the other party, at least to open that stubborn mouth. For this, Shelia spent a whole afternoon, but gained very little. Finally, she had to get up and say goodbye. The new Duke sent someone to escort Shelia to the door. The knight was loyal and silent. No matter what Shelia asked, he just looked at her with his beautiful blue eyes and showed a little apologetic smile.

“…”

Xue Liya sighed deeply and turned away from this sad place. She still had to convey today's harvest to the noble association. Before she got on the carriage, she could guess the frowns on the brows of the heads of the families. Not getting any intelligence would not dispel their vigilance, but would only make them and the family elders behind them think more.

The reality is just as she guessed. The noble association, which gained nothing, stepped up its surveillance of Mason, and the servants gradually began to take action.

Ronald "accidentally" encountered servants trying to sneak into Mason's study more than once, and severely stopped them. After repeated bans, the situation became worse. Because there was no substantial punishment.

This was undoubtedly a sign of weakness, which greatly weakened the Duke's credibility. At this critical juncture, new news came from the Duke's Mansion:

A servant tampered with the food. The new Duke drank poisoned cream soup and had a fever.

Ronald was furious about this and dismissed all the servants. He closed the doors of the Duke of Cross's mansion and refused to allow any visitors.

By the time the Nobles Association learned of this, the spies they had sent out had already returned to their respective families. The news spread like wildfire, causing quite a stir outside.

The Duke's assassination was no small matter, not to mention poisoning. At the urgently convened round table meeting of twelve, each family looked at each other with suspicion in their eyes.

"Did you do this?"

“Not from our family.”

"Not from our family either."

Each family denied it. As they looked at each other, Ron glanced at them. Without saying anything, the others looked away. Of the eleven families, only one firmly refused to agree to the church's request, and that was the Luo family. He was naturally not the object of suspicion.

Looking at these people, Ron sneered in his heart.

No one would take the blame for the Duke's murder, whether it was true or not. So they would just blame each other. He felt deeply disappointed, but he had to admit that this was the nature of the nobility.

"No matter what, the Luo family will not do such a thing. We will not take action against the new Duke. This goes against our family beliefs."

Despite this, Ron did not say anything about withdrawing from the next meeting. In the noble association, all families are a community of interests. If the Luo family does not participate, they will suffer losses in the subsequent division of interests, which is another troublesome problem. At the signal of Oleus, he just kept silent.

The head of the Siren family attended the meeting via remote messaging. Although she had some friendship with Mason, she still had to consider the interests of the family. The Siren bloodline looked around: "Then the next question is the church. If they didn't do it, do they have to take responsibility for it?"

“It depends on their price.”

There is nothing to say about the rest. After learning about this, the church showed full sincerity. They even felt a little regretful. If Mason died, it would solve many problems. The Noble Association did not dare to admit that it was their hand, but used this incident to bait the church and made a lot of money.

The church was not stupid either, they demanded an equal return from the Nobles Association. The Duke was poisoned, and no one in the Association was interested. This greatly affected the attitude of the nobles under his command towards the new Duke.

For a time, no one wanted to visit the Duke. They secretly laughed at him as a puppet that the Association would throw away after using him, and a sacrifice in the game between the Church and the Noble Association. The Duke's Mansion, which was closed and closed, did not respond to this, which further intensified the nobles' contempt.

While there was a lot of gossip outside, there was peace and harmony in the Duke's mansion.

Ronald was peeling some fruit while he asked with a sad face, "Your Excellency, should we continue to wait?"

The knight's hand was used to holding a sword, so he was just as steady in holding a fruit knife. The blade slid along the bright red, plump skin, peeling off the paper-thin skin, revealing the juice and rich yellow flesh, which were steadily cut into small pieces and put on the plate. Ronald wiped the juice dripping from his fingers and handed the plate to the other party.

Mason leaned back on the couch, picked up a small piece of apple and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the sweet juice filling his mouth. He answered vaguely, "Why are you in such a hurry? They should be the ones to be in a hurry next."

Ronald didn't quite hear: "What do you mean?"

The young Duke swallowed the fruit. "Literally. The more the Noble Association eats now, the more it will spit out later. Someone will solve this problem for us soon. As for now..."

He did not continue speaking, but closed his eyes. Different perspectives of the vest opened up before his eyes.

Without any hesitation, Mason chose to invest more mental energy into one of them. The girl in the gorgeous dress paused for a moment, and the doll in her arms raised its head, the evil scarlet bright red. In front of it, the magnificent mine lay on the ground like a giant, waiting for the arrival of guests.

......

During the time of the political confrontation in Partington, a lot of things happened in various regions.

A large-scale monster invasion occurred near Guixiang City, and was fought back by a joint force.

In the short span of two weeks, the number of mutants in various regions decreased drastically, and in some remote areas, they even disappeared. Some people claimed to have seen Lost Ones in the vicinity, and the local bloodline people conducted an investigation and found nothing abnormal.

Therefore, after a large number of mutants disappeared in the east, the first thing the L family suspected was that there was a mole.

The east has many mineral veins and a more developed economy. In addition to its favorable geographical location, it has been very peaceful except for the Kingdom of God incident two years ago.

At least there have never been any accidents in the areas where humans live. The L family has always been warlike and often organizes clean-up operations, so monster invasions rarely occur. It even has some impact on the mechanical city. The production of machinery requires a large amount of raw materials, and after the disappearance incident, the ore collection in the east has been obviously affected. The L family attaches great importance to this incident and has taken a lot of measures.

As the sky darkened, fog rose, blocking the moonlight and the clouds, making the shadow of the mine become terrifying and cold.

The eastern mines are extremely large, and countless minerals have been spilled here after the collapse of the Kingdom of the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones. With the First Family's enormous wealth, they were only able to install street lights at key locations, and the rest were patrolled by the Bloodline Team.

The L family's commission was very generous, and it was the best way out for the local bloodline. Therefore, they did their best during patrols. They patrolled in groups of five, and whenever they encountered a problem, they would trigger the signal light immediately.

The muscular Bloodline kicked away the obstructing stone and muttered, "I think those mutants must have gone to the enemy. Maybe it was the Black Mist followers who did it. If we can capture a few Black Mist followers, we might be able to get a reward."

"This is the East, Hout. Do you know how difficult it is for the Black Mist followers to come here?"

The scout shrugged his shoulders, and the high-flying crow circled overhead, faithfully fulfilling its duties. It was directly connected to one of the scout's eyes and could see any movement.

The blood healer lowered his voice and said, "It would be best if nothing happened. If anything were to happen, I don't want anyone to get hurt."

The tall, thin Bloodline man standing next to her glanced at her quickly and nodded vigorously, causing a slight laugh.

The captain walked at the front of the team, and unlike his companions, he was once a wandering bloodline, and he would immediately enter the state when carrying out a mission. His hawk-like sharp eyes captured every detail at all times, until the scout suddenly stopped chatting and said, "There is a sound, be quiet."

The team members immediately became alert, and the leader made a gesture to continue. The scout looked carefully and said, "I found someone calling for help. Do you want to help?"

"Don't worry, is there a monster chasing him?"

"No, but he looked flustered."

The big guy immediately became anxious: "Captain, should we go and take a look? What if it's an ordinary person? This is a credit, and we can't let other teams take it away."

"Are you an idiot? Even if you were lost, how could someone get lost and end up in a mine?"

The captain cursed him with a dark face, and then warned: "It may be dangerous, stay alert and move slowly. Those who treat blood vessels, prepare signal flares!"

They distributed the tasks in an orderly manner. The healing bloodline was protected in the center of the team with a signal flare in hand. If any accident occurred, he would immediately ask for help from the surrounding teams. The Grizzly bloodline, known for its physical strength and defense, stood in the front. The captain and the Blood Bone Tree bloodline were responsible for output. The scout controlled the crow to provide vision for the team.

Soon, they saw the person who asked for help as the scout had mentioned. It was a young man with a pale and panicked face, running forward as if he was avoiding something. When he saw them, he immediately shouted for help: "Help me! Something is chasing me! Help me!"

In extreme panic, he fell to the ground as if he was tripped by something. A huge monster jumped out from the darkness behind him, its outline hidden in the shadows, and rushed towards the young man with a low roar. The captain's pupils contracted, and a transparent wall suddenly rose between the person asking for help and the attacking monster, saving him from the claws. The huge monster fell back into the shadows, and its cold eyes wandered over everyone for a while, as if it was jealous of the number of humans, and finally disappeared silently.

The young man was trembling and shivering all over: "It's chasing me, help, help!"

The other members of the team did not relax their vigilance, looking at everything, including the young man. Without making contact, the Bloodline Healer tried to comfort the other person as gently as possible: "Don't be afraid, you are safe now. What's your name, how did you get here, are you injured?"

The young man hugged his knees and refused to look up, mumbling something nervously.

"I, I'm fine, let's run, those monsters will come again! Once we are safe, I will tell you everything!"

The Bloodline Healer couldn't bear it and wanted to get closer. As soon as she took a step forward, the captain suddenly stretched out his hand to stop her. Every nerve of her experienced heart was clamoring.

No, no, no, no!

He thought hard but could not find the answer. But he was more sensitive to this because of his past experience. The captain said in a stern voice: "Stop pretending. There are no street lights here. Ordinary people would never come here at night. Who the hell are you?"

"I am a human being, I am from the East. Please save me, I will be caught..."

This was just a bluff, but it had a startling effect. The young man begged, and the bloodline members could see clearly that the shadows under his feet were boiling like a hot pot, as if something was about to come out.

The captain shouted without hesitation: "Attack!"

Without any hesitation, his companion drew his bow and shot the long blood-red arrow, which pierced through his opponent's body directly - no, that should be called penetration. The dense attack penetrated his body, and the young man's eyes were red as he rushed towards them fiercely.

"Why didn't you save me? Why didn't you save me!"

The warrior shouted loudly, and dense gray hair grew on his body, and he instantly turned into a huge grizzly bear. He raised his claws and slapped the opponent fiercely, but all attacks were completely ineffective against him. It did not affect the young man's momentum at all.

Everyone's heart dropped heavily, and then bounced up again. This is not a description, but a fact.

Bang, bang ...

Her heartbeat kept accelerating, almost to the point of bursting through her chest. The blood healer tried to heal her companion despite feeling dizzy, but her movements froze in place. A bloody face appeared in front of her, and the other person was almost stuck to her face, staring at her with dark eye sockets. Behind him lay many scattered corpses, and a curse-like voice kept echoing.

"Aren't you going to save me? Why don't you save me? You have to save me! Use your life to save me!"

"Tsk..."

She bent over and began to vomit, wishing she could vomit out her own filth. Her companion beside her did the same thing, the Bloodline Healer trembled as he pulled the signal bullet, but it did not explode as expected, but was blocked in the middle.

The young man raised his head from his palm, revealing a face that was as distorted as in the hallucination. He held the signal bomb and walked towards the Bloodline Squad step by step. With every step he took, there was a corpse behind him. The panicked and terrified faces were so familiar, as if foreshadowing their tragic end.

In reality, the entire Bloodline team stood there in a daze. Their lips trembled, and black tears flowed out continuously. They repeated dully: "Why didn't you save me... Why didn't you save me..."

The young man's face twisted. He glared at the little girl fiercely: "You didn't save me either! You are with them!"

The black-haired girl tilted her head, her face expressionless. She loosened her hand, and a doll dropped. The black-robed doll turned over and stood up, with red paint outlining a clumsy smile that took up two-thirds of its face. Its exaggerated arc stared at the young man in front of it like a living person. Its figure suddenly grew larger, and a pitch-black sickle appeared in its hand.

The cold evil wave swept around, easily destroying the young man's illusion. The five people who were deeply trapped in the illusion suddenly woke up and sat down on the ground. They gasped for breath, and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat.

They were just a little bit away from dying of their exploding hearts.

The cold malevolence stimulated their skin, and the bloodline survivors who had escaped death finally began to react to their surroundings.

The young man from before was lying on the ground on all fours, growling to the other side. Countless hands stretched out from the shadows below him, tightly wrapped around his body. Something was shining on his forehead. Maybe it was an illusion, otherwise how could it make people feel as if they were seeing something else? It was only then that the bloodline people saw how strange his appearance was. His pale skin was swollen like a dead person.

And the young man who had nearly killed them seemed insignificant compared to this other monster.

The monster in black robe turned its head, and the darkness behind it surged like the tide, with only a faint light reflecting the young shadow.

She appeared here, looking so out of place. The petite figure was shrouded in the hazy night, like a princess or a curious fairy. This beautiful yet evil creature always liked to appear in front of people with an innocent appearance, luring them into a trap. Ancient biographies always describe such stories endlessly, and only when you see it with your own eyes will you understand why those brave men repeatedly step into the trap. The pure white light and the deepest evil complement each other. The girl stood in the center and cast a distant glance at them. Her stealthy laughter reached everyone's ears, like a nightmare from the dark.

The black-robed puppet swung the sickle, stirring up a wave of emotions. The guards, whose emotions fluctuated wildly and whose hearts were oppressed by malice, could not bear the despair and fainted one after another.

This is confusing. The quality of the patrolmen in the East is so poor? She didn't do anything about it.

Gloria, who was about to go talk to them after subduing the young man, closed her mouth and looked at them strangely. Out of kindness, the little girl walked over and lit the flare for them. The brilliant light bloomed in the air, and she didn't care about the rest.

Gloria fixed her eyes on the young man in front of her, and shone the lantern in her hand softly on him. Her hostile actions paused, and a clear consciousness emerged in the young man's eyes. He seemed unaware of what he had done before, and remained in endless fear, begging the girl: "Who are you? Save me, save me!"

The girl in the gorgeous dress looked at him calmly, her clear eyes reflecting his figure, making him understand the situation he was in. Her voice was soft and gentle, blowing softly past his ears.

"You are already dead, do you still remember what happened before you died?"

“It’s so horrible, so horrible, so horrible, so painful, so painful, ahhhhh!”

As if recalling something horrible, the young man's face suddenly twisted. Gloria sighed, her face showing a maturity that did not match her appearance. She slightly raised the lantern in her hand. Under the light, the other party became calmer. The symbol on his forehead also emerged clearly.

This may seem strange to people in the Dark Ages, but any priest would understand its meaning.

Skull, scales and sickle.

That is a mark.

A mark belonging to the god of death, with a hint of the smell of "door".

......

"I, I don't remember what my name is, I only remember that I am the redeemer. I, no, we, we committed the sin, so we must atone for it."

"Someone locked us up. Everyone was scared, there was no food, no water. We were hungry and tired, and there were monsters killing people. From the moment the first person was killed by someone else, everything went haywire. Everyone was killing each other."

"If I don't kill people, I won't have anything to eat. If I don't kill people, I will be killed. Someone helped me. We formed an alliance and said we would all survive."

"I don't want to kill them! I don't want to kill them! He, she, she, he, they all said they would save me, I, I just don't want to die, I just want to live!"

"In the end, only one person can survive. Some of the waste is taken away, and the rest will go to see that person...ahhh...He said that we must atone our sins, and before atonement we must suffer, we must suffer..."

"I don't know how I got here. I just wanted to run away, and suddenly something opened up in front of me, and I came here. But the hunters also came. I am in so much pain, I am really in so much pain!"

The young man uttered a weak cry and grabbed his skin fiercely. Countless hands stretched out from his shadow and grabbed his neck tightly, but the latter seemed unaware.

This is an abandoned wooden house, once used by miners to rest temporarily. The fire in the house is burning, but it can't warm the dead souls, let alone the betrayers who are haunted by countless evil spirits. The girl sitting opposite is thoughtful, holding a black-robed doll in her arms, and the scarlet smile on the mask is always facing the young man, full of vague appetite.

"You don't look like an ordinary lost person. You are more special than them."

"The Lost? Is that what you call us?"

The young man murmured, the light washed away the madness in his eyes, calmed him down a little, and restored his cowardly character. He hugged his knees and trembled: "I know they are coming, please, save me... those punishers, they will chase the redeemer until the end of the world!"

While she was excitedly asking for help, Gloria suddenly felt something and looked out the window.

Something is surging under the darkness, smelling the breath of the lost, with pairs of eyes shining red. They are coming from all directions, wanting to bring death, despair and endless pain.

Until someone walked out of the house.

To be more precise, it should be described as floating.

In front of them was a delicate and lovely little girl, with seaweed-like black hair scattered on her shoulders, skin as white as snow, and a skirt as soft as a cloud. The hunters immediately recognized her identity.

——are of the same kind.

This is a soul.

A rare and incomparably pure soul.

After confirming this, the hunters suddenly changed their attitude. Under the dim light, they finally revealed their true appearance: they were giant hounds. They had human-like heads and scary grins at the corners of their mouths. Their sharp fangs dripped with saliva. Below their necks were bodies as strong as bulls, leaving no doubt that they could tear anything apart at will. In addition, they also had the seal of the god of death on their foreheads, which conveyed a familiar breath of the door. The answer was how these monsters came here.

Although it was very weak, there was a breath of the door. These lost people and monsters could travel through space and arrive here from the west. As for those mutants who suddenly disappeared, it is also very likely that they left in this way.

The flickering light of the lantern made the hounds a little hesitant. A faint connection rose from them, silently pointing to the west.

The girl sent out her induction, following their connection in an attempt to find the end. At the same time, in the wasteland far away in the dark fog, the clattering of horse hooves suddenly stopped.