Suddenly the monster appeared under the eaves, as thin as a child, with a rough crust covered with lumps, and the arms of the insects were like arthropods that silently spread out to the sides, and disappeared into the shadows for a moment. It didn't even bother to aim when its spear-like spike poked out of its mouth—the crowded prey in front of it would fall under its venom in the blink of an eye.

But it didn't end up hitting any targets. In the midst of the crowd, the petite but striking girl with flaming red hair raised her hand and threw a dagger straight into its mouth, and then pierced through the back of its head like a slice through a piece of melted butter.

"Twenty-seven!"

Unwilling to be pulled out of this world, this cheerful count was the last voice it heard.

"It's really not good. Tess shook her head regretfully, "Is there only such a thing that can come out of hell, not much stronger than a snake in the grass!"

"They say that the more powerful the demon, the harder it is to get out of hell. Naria pulled out her sword from the gooey that was beginning to melt away, gasping slightly, "We should be glad for that!"

"Really?" Tess blew away the hair stuck to her lips and raised her hand to catch the dagger she had flown back, "So, what's the point of such an attack? Bring us food? Be kind enough to get us used to their ugliness, Deliberately confuse us and make us underestimated?...... I can't guess it, I'm so panicked!"

Although she didn't look flustered at all.

Naria looked at her thoughtfully. She really hadn't thought about it...... For her, such a fight was like an outlet after a long period of frustration — and she believes many people feel the same way. She was so absorbed in it that she gave up thinking, and she didn't think Tess really thought about it that much.

Her skepticism is more of a gut feeling, and Tess Shepard's intuition should not be ignored at any time.

Another man with the same sharp intuition fell beside her.

The ice dragon fell from the sky and had reverted to its human form when it stepped onto the ground. The chaos of the battle left him extremely depressed - all the enemies could not resist his blow, and even with its hard armor, it was as fragile as a newborn snail under its claws. But when they hid in the woods and narrow alleys, the ice dragon's huge body couldn't even fit in, and if he wanted to freeze the creatures scurrying around with his cold breath, it would be difficult to avoid the crowd fighting with them.

There's no better way to drive these guys into an open enough place for him to get rid of them in two or two...... However, there are not enough people in the city, and the appearance and movement of these monsters are completely irregular.

This doesn't look like a purposeful attack at all, it's more like a temptation...... Or is it just as an accident for hell?

"Did Ed find anything?" Narya asked him, "where the hell is the 'door', does it run around like the one the crow made?...... It can't be that, right?"

She had seen the Gates of Hell beneath Raven's Castle that constantly changed locations, and even Scott couldn't catch its tracks—but the doors were sealed underground.

"There is no door. Iss replied.

Or rather, doors everywhere.

He flew around, and saw with his own eyes a one-horned imp suddenly appear on the flat ground. The guy was obviously stunned for a moment before reacting, just like the person in front of him who almost hit it directly.

They each jumped backwards in almost the same position in fright, before they were in a ball. Like a shark smelling blood, in the blink of an eye, a group of one-horned imps poured out of the clearing, and he found the opportunity to breathe and freeze into a ball, like a group of strange sculptures.

“...... Does Ed know?" asked Naria.

Iss felt his chest suffocate even harder.

"If he doesn't know anything now, he might as well find a place to lie down. He replied angrily.

All the news will be delivered to Ed as soon as possible. If that guy is still scratching his head, waiting for someone to give him an answer, he might as well crouch somewhere safe until it's over.

Tess leaned over and whispered, "Ah...... Poor Ed. ”

Iss didn't pay any attention to her - even a glance back only made her more excited. He swept away the enemies around him in a few strokes, and once again flew into the air.

This time it flew farther. Its wings swept over the city walls, overturning a few small monsters that were trying to climb over, but there were not many traces of demons on the empty plains outside the city, and the few were more like fish that had escaped from the city.

It hesitated for a moment, then turned around and flew back into the city, instead of flying out in pursuit—these gadgets were fierce and cruel, but in hell they were only beasts of the wilderness, and they were not much better than a sturdy farmer, and Balk had actually placed most of his forces outside the city, with troops stationed in the nearest villages.

Whether it was a wake-up call or a clarion call for the start of a battle, its sound should not be heard only by Tonbuch.

.

In the dark tower, Ed was half-kneeling on the ground, looking up and listening.

That's a voice that no one else can hear.

The towering three-storied pagoda looked down on the city, projecting everything it saw into Ed's mind, and for a moment he even felt like a god...... He could hear everything, see everything, except that beyond the walls of Tonbuch, the vast expanse of the field was shrouded in a floating black fog, misty and vague.

"Someone is missing. Someone hurried over to answer the question he had asked, "but not much...... I haven't heard of any of them disappearing into thin air. ”

Ed's brow was almost knotted.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Skelle Mond.

The mage is not out to meet the enemy, although he is quite famous for his combat abilities. He had given the battlefield to the clergy who were masters of the place, and he knew his situation—they were still suspicious of him, so he simply stayed under their noses and did nothing.

“...... Because in my guess, the 'door' should be a two-way street. Ed looked at the map spread out in front of him, pulled a blank piece of paper and folded it on the map, drew a few random strokes, and then pricked a few points heavily, allowing the ink to seep in.

Nia Meyer...... Have you heard of it, my friend?" he asked.

“...... I've heard of it. Mondstadt replied, "Just a bit of a surprise - do you still insist on treating him as your friend?"

Ed nodded his head hard.

The mage smiled and said nothing more.

"Nia has drawn a map. Ed continued, "as he took Isis and them to find the gate of hell that the Raven had created...... He had put two worlds on top of each other—and they might really be able to come together. ”