In the depths of the dark alley, looking at the closed wooden door in front of him, Huggins turned his head to the monk beside him: "Is this it?"

The latter nodded and whispered, "When the Holy Order Tribunal registers its residents, it needs to match the population with the residence. Looking up this alley, we noticed a strange thing. The room behind the door was in and out late at night, but no one ever claimed to live here. ”

The monk glanced at the dim alley and swallowed: "Originally, it would have been okay, but a few days ago, some residents said that the people who saw this place with their own eyes used the ability ......"

"Haven't you registered xenomorphs?" Huggins glanced at the monk, motioning for him to stay away, and then asked the 'Scout Successor' beside him, "What's going on inside?"

The latter leaned on the door panel, using the abilities of 'perspective', 'eagle eye' and 'night vision' at the same time, observing the space behind the door, and said: "There are two people, one sitting at the table writing something, and the other sleeping on the bed with his back to the door, and he can't see his face. They all had weapons around them and wore hard leather armor. ”

Huggins drew his sword, raised his shield, and gestured for his men to follow him, and then kicked the door open.

With the deafening cracking of the door panel, several angry shouts and yells came from the room almost simultaneously.

Before Huggins could shout words of persuasion, with the sound of the whistling wind, a ball of mud and stone with a diameter of 30 centimeters drew a curve in the air and smashed heavily on Huggins's shield. The massive kinetic energy smashed the iron shield into a single piece, and the shattered stones and dirt scattered in all directions, splattering on the sergeants of the Order, causing a wave of chaos.

Huggins looked out through the gap in his shield, and the xenomorph who had been sitting at the table writing letters reached into the floor of the room, and the slate and dirt melted and solidified into balls of dirt as if they had met the butter of a hot knife, and were smashed into this side. Another xenomorph also got out of bed, a pale, withered man, who did not take up arms or join the fight, but slit his palm with a dagger, allowing blood to drip onto the ground.

His natural instincts for battle led Huggins to realize that the xenos who threw the dirt balls were merely distracting their vision, and that the real threat must come from the man who released the blood.

"Crossbowman, aim at the man in the back!"

Thanks to the Knights of the Twilight's daily training, Huggins' orders were immediately carried out.

The sergeants aimed their crossbow weapons, aimed them at the target, and pressed the trigger one after another.

The xenomorph who attacked with dirt roared and plunged his hands into the earth in unison, the dirt melting and solidifying into a shield at his fingertips, blocking the crossbow bolts and sealing all possible attack angles.

These two xenomorphs have undergone rigorous military training and combat coordination......

Such a thought flashed through Huggins's mind, and the knight leapt to his feet and charged towards the enemy.

The withered man's blood gradually gathered into a small pool of blood at his feet, and he only listened to what he said to the other person. The xenomorph who used the dirt ball to attack nodded, and got down on one knee and threw a sphere mixed with blood and dirt into the middle of the intruder.

The ball of dirt exploded as it hit the ground, and the blood stains and dust mixed together, forming a pale red "smoke".

Huggins, who was charging, inhaled this smoke and dust in his nose, and his body suddenly froze, his head was groggy as if he was drunk, his hands and feet were heavy and he did not obey the call, and a terrifying hallucination appeared in front of his eyes.

The sergeant closest to the center of the Blood Smoke was red, and a dull roar came out of his mouth. Moments later, as if mad, he swung his weapon at all of his movements, attacking everything that moved around him.

Soon, this kind of violent mood spread in the ranks like a wildfire that ignited the prairie fire, and the comrades-in-arms who were still drinking together yesterday faced each other in the blink of an eye.

The withered man, who had lost a lot of blood, his face was languid and his pace was unsteady, he grabbed his companion who still wanted to fight, pointed out the door, and then pointed to the ground, and shouted something anxiously. A sliding door in the corner of the room was opened by the duo, revealing an emergency escape route to the ground.

Seeing that the enemy was about to flee from this place, Huggins used all his strength, and staggered towards the enemy, his blurred vision and consciousness forced him to take the most extreme way to obtain a moment of calm.

Reversing the long sword, Huggins used the sharp blade to slowly slit his own throat, a large amount of blood washed the airways, gushing out from the wound, and the pain that was deliberately not suppressed made the knight's consciousness a little clearer.

Looking at the two enemies at the escape hatch, Huggins threw his sword into the air and caught it again, then threw it with all his strength using a javelin attack.

The maximum strength of the "dragon bone", coupled with the instantaneous explosive power brought by the pain, the long sword that was shot out was like a silver meteor, and it bombarded the body of the rubble xenomorph who had not had time to enter the tunnel, and then smashed through the wall, and flew to the outside of the room without abating.

The enemy, who had been hit hard, had a bloody hole smashed into his chest and back, and without even a wail, he fell to the ground. The other xenomorph looked at what was happening in front of him in disbelief, then took a deep look at Huggins before disappearing into the tunnels.

As the blood mist slowly settled and became ineffective, the soldiers of the Knights of the Twilight West gradually regained their composure from their frenzy, and people wept and wailed as they looked at the blood in their hands and their comrades on the ground. There were several corpses lying on the ground, blood and severed limbs everywhere, each with some wounds.

Thanks to Regeneration, Huggins' wound in his throat healed, but the weakness and weakness caused by the blood frenzy forced him to sit on the ground and gasp for air.

After a short rest, Huggins counted the number of people, and the huge losses almost made him dare not believe his eyes - six people were killed. All those killed in battle died in confusion, by the sword of their own people. It even includes a Melee Successor, with the Regeneration and Metalskin abilities that can't stop the Dragonbone's blade from striking a fatal blow to the head.

"Heavenly Father! There are only two people on the other side!" Huggins slowly took off his helmet, allowing the knuckles of the Dragonbone parasite to bend and stretch and twist above his head, and the knight's face was pale and dejected, "How do I explain all this to Lord Todd......

Who the hell are these two goddamn bastards?

With this question in mind, Huggins sighed and observed everything in the room as he went, trying to find some valuable information, and finally turned his attention to the xenomorph who had been killed before he could escape.

Rummaging through the body of the deceased, in addition to some coins, Huggins found a hand-drawn map, an uninked, unfinished letter. The map identifies the Order's headquarters, the Biochemical Factory, the Church, and other important buildings in Twilight, and the letterhead reads:

"The mission in Twilight Town needs to be put on hold for now, and we have received word that there is a more serious rebellion in the Relief Society. Lord Jerome decided that he would lead 31, 34, and 55 to the Relief Society, while 86 and I remained at the stronghold......

After reviewing the map and the letter to make sure there were no omissions, Huggins turned the body face down with his hands, tore the torn clothes, wiped the blood on his back with a cloth, and saw a strange tattoo.

A lifelike eagle is tattooed on the back of the deceased, with a special red ink on the outer outline and a strange gold thread on the inside, the latter of which is hand-sewn deep into the skin to form a Roman numeral '89'.