In the autumn of the 414th year of the Atroca calendar, the small town of Biankana.

The town located next to the Queen Cassandra Highway originated from the military post station in Atroca during the war against the barbarians 150 years ago. The imperial emperor Renard III was an absolute mediocre person, but as the queen, Charlotte Cassandra had amazing military and political skills and courage. In the late dynasty, he became almost the actual leader of the entire empire. In response to the call of the Light God Palace, the empire sent a total of 750,000 troops. In order to transport supplies to the front, under the instructions of Queen Cassandra, the whole country even built the second longest huge road in the empire.

Ironically, the war against the barbarians ended in failure. Due to the completion of this highway, although the national strength declined greatly at that time, the economy of the entire country has flourished due to the relationship between this highway. Later generations have recorded that at that time, Cassandra understood that the war against the barbarians could not succeed, and that it was purely to suppress all opposition forces in the country and build this highway arbitrarily for the future of the country. It can be said that war is only secondary, and only the road is the real purpose. Is this real history or the historian's conjecture of the cause? After all, we cannot go through the barrier of time to go back to the original place to explore. Of course, exploring history is not the real purpose of this book. We only need to see the story in front of us.

Now, a riot is lurking in the town and is about to erupt.

It was the lateest moment before dawn. From the perspective we were in, we looked out. From the distance, the undulating shadows of the mountains were rising and falling. As late autumn, the fallen leaves also accelerated their pace. Occasionally, the lights flashed in the scattered houses in the town, and the sound of dogs came from afar. The lights were gradually lit in several small shops in the town. The sound of the early chef opened the door and splashed water, "Huh, ha..." The sound of luck was probably the habitual morning exercise of a certain passing warrior.

Suddenly, the barking of dogs near the near was suddenly heard, fierce and restless, and the chain was dragged by the violent struggle, making a stunning loud noise, but when our eyes moved to the few simple houses near the near, there was nothing unusual. The dog was jumping under a house and barking. Someone in the room said that Betty should not make a fuss, but the dog's restlessness did not stop. Oh, there is, there is, in the dilapidated window of the house it faced, a faint red light flashed out. The light was not obvious, just like a group of fish lurking at the bottom of the deep pool, with blood rays faintly rippling. After a while, a drunk man walked over from a distance in his messy steps and shouted: "Matthew... take care of your dog!"

The wooden door opened with a "popping" sound, and the dog owner walked out of the room. It was a strong man in clothes. His sleep was interrupted at this time, which obviously made him quite unhappy: "Hi, Ricci, have you drunk this time again... Betty, don't make trouble again!"

However, the dog ignored the owner's scolding and still roared maniacly. The drunkard came close to him, "Haha..." and laughed a few times, finally saw the red light emitted from the window, stood staggeringly, and approached the window curiously. The windows that civilians had no money to pack glass were not yet winter, and most of the windows that were made of parchment were a little tattered. When the drunkard peeked in from the rift, the man named Matthew tightened his clothes unhappily.

"Hey, the sick old Joseph lives there. It's been many years. It's impolite for you to peek like this..."

"Shhhhh..." The drunkard kept approaching the thief and waved to the back, "Come here...Come here...I seem to see it, I see it..."

"What did you see?" Matthew frowned.

"Haha..." The drunk man turned his head, and at this time, the red light in the window became more obvious, shining on the drunk man's side face from the thorn, with half a smiley face red.

"Haha...demon..."

The low and smiling drunken words just said, just before Matthew's eyes, a hideous red palm broke through the fragile window, pinched the drunk man's neck in his hand, and then, a terrifying face with curved sheep horns squeezed out from the window, biting off half of the drunk man's face. The sheep horns, fangs, red scales, the pus and blood that kept flowing out of the demon's face, as well as the brain mass between the giant palms, and half of the face with blood flying across the blood filled the entire picture in an instant!

The dog barking stopped!

A moment later, a huge cry for help resounded throughout the town.

Fire, commotion, fear...

The sound of destruction and shouting continued to sound in the town. The demons were damaging the houses madly. Among the gatherings of dozens of torches, they were residents who each held farm tools as self-defense weapons. Under the leadership of two traveling swordsmen, they carefully approached the range of the demons' rampant.

In fact, the two swordsmen may not be reliable figures. It is said that they had just passed the third-level warrior assessment and traveled here together. The difference between them and the residents was probably just two sharp swords. Now they knew that they were facing evil lives at the top of the ancient times, and no one would think that they would have a chance of winning. But there was no way. Faced with the requests of the residents, the warriors had their dignity, and the residents also had to defend their property. So in a trembling atmosphere, more than 20 people approached carefully.

"roar--"

"boom--"

The roar of the demon sounded in the nearby houses, showing that it was doing crazy destruction. However, the demon's behavior seemed a bit strange. According to legendary records, the demon with curved sheep's horns had a strong physique far beyond humans. They were evil and bloodthirsty and extremely powerful. Each upper demon was enough to match a unit of hundreds of people. The demon's horns that appeared in the town at this moment were obviously a sign of the superiority. However, except for the old Joseph's family who was killed and the drunkard named Ritchie, the number of deaths did not increase since Matthew warned him. When people fled far away, the demon just wanted to destroy the surrounding houses and all artificial buildings.

Somewhere I had a hurry to overturn the candlelight. Now several houses have been burning. With the sound of a loud sound, as a wall collapsed, the raging demon suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Under the firelight, the demon's condition was obviously in a bad state.

The spreading bat wings behind him were broken and broken. Many wounds were covered with pus and blood, and their bodies were covered with bright red scales, but many of the muscles were very strange, like monsters born with deformities. The pus and blood flowed out from all over its body from time to time, emitting an astonishing stench. Facing the gathering, the demon opened his hands and roared.

"ah--"

"Huh..."

The voice seemed to be roaring, but also seemed to be crying in deep tears. But as the demon appeared, everyone kept crying and retreating in fear and chaos. However, after a long time, the demon did not step forward, but simply waved his weird and strong arms to knock down a beam next to him, causing a huge collapse.

"You, look at that demonic face..."

In the chaos, someone shouted like this, and someone immediately went to observe the demon's face. Most people shouted in confusion: "What's wrong with that face?" But a few older people shouted in surprise: "That face...that face...that face...that face...that face...that Joseph..."

"Really... what a joke..."

"Old Joseph was sick more than ten years ago, but that face really looked like his..."

The old residents in the town all know that Old Joseph was seriously ill more than ten years ago and has been bedridden at home since then. The civilians have no extra savings, and they have not had the conditions to see a doctor or a priest when they get seriously ill, and often stay at home and wait for death. However, although Old Joseph is seriously ill, he stays in bed for more than ten years. The young people in the town only know where a patient is waiting to die. The older generation has gradually forgotten this person, but at this moment, he suddenly finds that his face appears on the demon, and the possibility of a person becoming a demon suddenly comes with a greater sense of fear.

"How is it possible... he... he... he changed humanly?"

"How can a man become a demon..."

In front of everyone, the demon kept showing fierceness, but never rushed forward, turned around and roared, bombarded the house, and occasionally grabbed his body with his sharp giant claws. Countless pustules continued to break, and the stench and pus and blood continued to emit. After a while, a "ding--" sound suddenly appeared, and then the quiet seven-string lyre sound came here.

With the sound of the seven-stringed lyre, what appeared in everyone's eyes was a gray-robed woman who appeared on the other side of the road. She sat on a big rock on the side of the road at some point, holding a small instrument in her arms and playing lightly. The gray hair and cicada's wings pointed ears showed that the identity of the visitor was the most noble race on this continent - the main elves. As the firelight shook, with the sound of the piano, the devil's actions gradually calmed down. It no longer destroyed, but gradually knelt on the ground, constantly hitting the ground and its own body, making a "hoho..." sound from her mouth, as if she was crying. After a moment, the devil raised her head and made a hoarse voice.

"Colin..."

With the crying sound, the demon called out the names of many people in front of him one after another, and people suddenly started calling out.

"He, he knows me... it's really old Joseph..."

"What the hell is wrong..."

"How could Old Joseph become a demon... He, he killed his family..."

In the devil's crazy action just now, the first thing he did was to kill all his family. According to Matthew, the collapsed house was filled with several broken corpses, showing that the old Joseph's family was eaten by the demon and most of the corpses were eaten. As if he realized the fact that he had eaten his family, the devil suddenly started to mad again. Then, a voice overwhelmed the demon's voice and rang over the town.

"Haha, it seems that even the string of Jingmengzhi can't save him... Don't be afraid, we are messengers from Saint Ilo, everyone is saved! Cheer!"

Saint Ilo, the name of the holy city where the God of Light is located, heard the man's words. Combined with the identity of the demon, everyone didn't know whether he should cheer, but the two swordsmen shouted at the first time, and then, the voice of the woman playing the piano aside.

"No, Edward!"

"It's too late!"

The moment the arrogance sounded again, the indigo blue light suddenly tore through the night sky. In front of everyone, a lightning light blew and drifted across the sky in an instant. When the light disappeared, the demon's body suddenly burst out, scattered into flesh and blood, and countless lights jumped on the ground. At the other end of the street, a young man in a gorgeous warrior suit walked slowly, and a strange-shaped sword slowly rotated on his hands, and the lightning was occasionally swam past the translucent glass-shaped sword.

"Meet the two holy envoys..."

Since the other party had already shown his identity, no matter what his thoughts were in his heart, everyone knelt down as soon as possible according to the rules. The main elf woman waved: "We are just passing by, everyone should get up."

The human teenager put the long sword back on the strange scabbard behind him: "All the way, this is the first person who can persist for so long after mutation."

The main elf woman did not answer, put away the lyre, and said to everyone: "Everyone will sort out the endgame first, and then report the situation to the nearby temple. Because it is a demon, I believe everyone can get a compensation. It is just about the old Joseph. I hope that before the Palace of Light God has further instructions, you can try to keep the secret. We have something to do, goodbye."

After saying that, she walked towards the road from the west to the town. The young man waved his hand casually and followed him quickly. When he arrived at a place where no one was around, the woman of the main elf said: "It's already the eighth time that comes from San Ilo, right?"

The boy nodded: "But it's the second time I really participated. The people in front died before they even mutated."

He smiled: "The power is not strong, but according to the current situation, has the consequences of cleaning up the remaining spiritual mages twenty years ago finally begun to show up? Alanita, didn't you Santoya have the most research on this? By the way, what kind of place is Santoya?"

"That's not the field I'm involved in. I'm only responsible for the ancient taboos." The elves named Alanita looked at him, "As for Santoia, we never support the great purge twenty years ago. How many innocent people died in it, and in fact, what should be stopped still has not been stopped..."

"I don't care about those..." The young man raised his chin, "I only know that heresy must be eliminated. In this sense, I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go! By the way, how strong are the giant gods and the executioner? There is also the Doomsday War Heavenly Technique. This time I go to Danma, I must fight a good fight..."

"We're going this time just for investigation, Edward." Alanita stopped, "I hope both of us can go back safely this time, so no matter what happens, please try to keep your composure. Is it okay?"

"But Alanita, I also hope you know that in front of the God of War Sword, there is nothing to fear, and I will never escape any battle against heresy." The boy refused to let him go.

"The Doomsday War Heaven is a martial art belonging to the gods. Edward, I hope you can understand. Sometimes, many things are not as powerful as humans..."

"Zi Liuli is also a magic weapon of the God of War. I mastered it at the age of seventeen, and it is the same age as the legendary Holy Son Tianyi. I don't think I will lose to that Doomsday War Heaven!"

The gray eyes looked at him lightly for a while, and finally didn't say anything, but a sigh flashed slightly. Looking at the figure moving forward, a confident smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth.

"Alanita, Santo Ilo will never lose to Santoia, and even if I am a human, I will not lose to any elves... I will not lose to you. Sooner or later, I will conquer you... The most outstanding inheritor of the younger generation of Santoia..."

Thinking of this in his heart, he followed with a slight whiteness in the sky, and the direction was west, Danma.

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When the gray morning light was slightly exposed in the sky, she sat on the stairs in front of the door for a short rest.

The house has been sorted out and the breakfast is ready. The children will get up later. The tools they are ready to go to the noble master's house to clean. Speaking of which, I am very lucky today. The deacon at the noble master's house did not pick on her physical condition. He would not deduct his own wages if he did something. As before, no matter how much he did, the money he could get was less than one-third of the money he could get. Of course, he would not be able to take it all. It would be best to keep half of the deacon, so that he would invite himself to work next time.

She thought lightly in her heart, reached out to wipe the sweat beads on her forehead, and unconsciously, her hand that reached into her cloak touched the scar deep, and she took it back like an electric shock. After a while, she sniffed a few mouthfuls on her arm.

There is no such an unpleasant smell. It disappears after being treated. I don’t have to spray such vulgar and cheap perfume anymore. I can occasionally even fantasize that I have never had such a disease. It’s so good...

Although Randall left, the children seemed to be able to take care of themselves. In the past six months, he had saved some money. I think they could hold on even if he had any accidents. Yes, Mr. Rezaduk was coming to perform tonight. The lyrics had been debugged over and over last night. After Grandpa Bakus taught him for a while, his elves sounded much better. Mr. Rezaduk praised himself every time he came. Although the number of times he came gradually decreased, every time he came, he was as grand as a feast for himself.

Thank you, Sinlos; thank you, Mr. Rezaduk... Al; thank you, Mrs. Barbara... Oh, of course, and that Master Felix... Thank you, during this last period of my life...
Chapter completed!