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On the afternoon of the third day of the autumn tour, the sky began to overcast. The black clouds pressed down, and Griffith carried the package on his back and followed the team towards the upper reaches of the mountain.

The Great Demon looked up at the sky, the slightest coolness slipping down from the autumn wind and gloomy clouds, he looked at the sky for a moment, and then looked down at a quiet compass-shaped watch on his wrist.

The scale of the watch rotates vigorously forward from scale 7 at this time, passes through the scale of 8 and 9, and finally moves into the position of 11.

"So fast."

Griffith whispered with some surprise and surprise on his face, the compass-shaped watch on his wrist was a quiet instrument, created by the Great Demon, specially used to measure the best time to survey the transit coordinates of the original world, he originally thought that he would have to wait a while, but this sudden rainstorm surprised him.

Princess Dias walked ahead of the Great Demon, who had already crossed a small hill, and Griffith felt for the two green test tubes mixed with silver spots in his pocket, and strode after him.

"Lord Dias, please wait ...... below"

After three days of autumn travel, under the leadership of the instructors who chose the end point independently, the autumn tour team of Versailles has been dispersed.

This overlapping barren mountain looks gloomy and oppressive before the autumn rains. The thunderclouds pressed down little by little, and the lightning rolled on the surface of the black clouds from time to time, and the spatial magic energy that led the team made the instructor hold his eyes and direct everyone to continue to walk to higher ground.

However, in a secluded, dark and dry cave, the flames beep and flutter as they climb the cave walls up and down into a jagged patch of light and darkness.

The old man, who was holding a staff in his arms and had gray hair, quietly closed his eyes. Around him, a complex circle of rings was densely carved with red bloodstains, and on the left and right of the circle, two huge beasts lay on the ground with their fangs bared and let out low, greedy whimpering.

In the dim and monotonous light of the fire, the old man's side face was flickering and disappearing, and his body was as thin as firewood, as if he was starving. But his face between his eyebrows was expressionless, and the fingers holding the bone scepter were steady and strong.

But in the bright red huge circle, I don't know when, the blood-red insects are converging little by little along the complicated trajectory lines towards the old man sitting in the center of the circle.

The old man, whose real name was Angro Gurlo, was also dissatisfied with the mystical patterns and lines all over his body, like the totemic worship of some ancient barbarian tribe.

It's just that the blood-red insects finally crawled in front of the old man, and they were attracted by the special materials applied to the old man's body and the liquid applied to his body like honey, and began to climb on the old man's body.

However, the terrible thing happened at this moment, as soon as those blood-red insects touched the old man's body, the cute slow body surging like a silkworm baby was in vain as if it had gone crazy, and the red on the surface of the body was even more bright red, as if he had lost his mind, revealing the fangs hidden in the mouthparts, and directly bitten through the old man's skin, and the whole body of the meat worm couldn't wait to get into it like a locust.

Countless insects and old people wriggled strangely under their skin, like thick blood vessels. These insects were domineering and fierce, the old man was bitten through the skin, the lower half of his body was already bloody and blurred, and the red liquid flowed out of his legs and abdomen little by little, gradually lighting up the entire circle along the trajectory line of the circular circle......

"Swear by the name of my insect master, Angelo Gurlo, all.

They all have to die......"

Half an hour later, a bronze man with a full body of muscles, a height of about two meters and a ten, walked out of the cave with two fierce and grinning beasts, his whole body was covered with strange war paints, exposed green tendons, bulging muscles and rough but shiny skin made him look like a barbarian about forty years old.

The two heads around him looked like rats, and they were strangely agile, but they had short gray hair all over their bodies, and they were unusually large, with teeth as sharp as sharp knives exposed beyond their lips.

The middle-aged man held an unusually long white bone cane in his hand, his lower body was only wrapped around a short animal skin skirt, and his thick and powerful legs stood barefoot on the yellow-brown mountain rocks.

Dark clouds were rolling in the sky, and thunder was shining.

The middle-aged man opened his eyelids the size of copper bells, and his face looked hard in the southwest direction, and he strode over with a cane, and in a few ups and downs, he had disappeared halfway up the mountain.

At a long, narrow and dark fork, Angelo looked up at the mountain, which was more than 100 meters high. He suddenly bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth, and after the creaking and chewing sound, the man casually spat out the gravel that had been chewed into pieces, and walked resolutely in one direction.

The thunderclouds in the sky were overwhelming, a light rain had already dripped from the black clouds, and the autumn wind was swaying, blowing the slanting raindrops on the dark rocks.

Anna and Heikey were clearing a clearing halfway up the mountain, sheltered by a protruding peculiarly growing rock, barely able to withstand the wind and rain.

"Put your stuff down, we're camping here today."

Anna looked at the thunderclouds in the sky again, and then at the mountain, well, not bad, not too high.

At this height, there was no need to worry about mudslides and the like caused by heavy rains, and Anna also put down her backpack and let out a long breath.

Fortunately, she found such a shelter from the rain at the last moment, and the other teams estimated that she was so lucky.

Anna patted the protruding arc of her chest, looked up again at the silver flashing thunderclouds in the sky, and then at the bottom of the hillside......

"Huh? What is that? ”

In the light rain, a tall figure appeared and disappeared in the haze, Heiji turned his head along her line of sight, and in the open rain and fog, a searchlight-like firm and silent gaze pierced the wind and rain and pierced people's eyes and nerves.

Heiji subconsciously froze, he seemed to be still interpreting or recalling the meaning of this look, and in the next second, the man's figure was already clear.

The man's powerful voice ...... "Heiki Kazan" was like a high-powered speaker amplifying it, and the eardrums of the people who shook it were buzzing, and even between the peaks of the mountains, it seemed to be filled with the echoes of 'Kazan' and 'Kazan'.

"Are you ready to pay for the blood of the Precursors......

……

'Wind Scythe! ’

The pale cyan crescent-shaped knife light flew out from between Heiji's hands, and the monster that looked like a mouse and had a flexible body like a mouse rushed over at high speed, without any buffer, and turned in vain in the high speed, dodging Heiji's inevitable blow.

"Wind Shield!!"

Heiji roared loudly, and a thin blue light shield formed by a high-speed swirling wind appeared in front of him, and in the next second, the sharp claws of the huge beast slashed on it, drawing a spark, passing by the young lecturer, and gently landing on a mountain rock next to him, only to jump, and then disappear without a trace.

Sweat was pouring from Heiji's temples and forehead, and the elusive beast suddenly rushed from the side, blocked by him, but his body was also hit by the force and fell to the ground.

Behind the body, the tall and strong figure maintained its inherent rhythm, and walked over without hurrying or slowing down.

The bronze man's lips were as sharp as a knife, and the expression on his face was serious and silent, and he glanced at Heiji, his eyes flashing, as if to say that it was too weak, too weak.

Rewind time to ten minutes ago, when Heiki met a man who called himself Angelo Gullo at the bottom of the cliff, a large mouse-like beast beside the man roared and attacked this way.

The beast was hideous-looking, and its eyes were blood-red like blood, or it was reminiscent of disease or plague.

However, this large rat was terrifying, it was extremely fast, its claws were as sharp as blades, and as soon as it rushed over, it stabbed a student to death in an instant.

Blackkey's attack followed, but the huge monster scurried nimbly in the small space, its body grabbing at a female student with the help of the rebound of the rock.

It only used force, and then flashed out in vain, and another claw in the direction of Heiji, and the female student who was clawed by it as a springboard fell down weakly holding her neck.

Her neck was cut through her throat and trachea by the sharp claws of the other party in the brief contact with the beast, and at this time, the hands that were tightly clutching her throat could no longer stop the blood, and the warm and thick liquid was taking away her body temperature little by little.

The terrifying beast flicked like a gray felt on the rocks and walls of the mountain top a few more times, and Blackkey fought it hard, but he was visibly overwhelmed, and was suppressed by the ferocious beast and retreated.

The rest of the students also reacted at this time, and the auras of various first-order magic and magic energy props came and went, but the difference in strength between them and the alien beast was too great, and it did not affect the alien beast in the shape of a mouse at all, but instead aroused the ferocity of the other party, and reflexively captured another student.

The figure of the tall, muscular middle-aged man was clearly visible at this time, and he walked in the rain, and the raindrops splashed on his bronzed skin, giving the illusion of hitting metal objects, and even making a tinkling sound.

The man was holding a slender white bone cane in his right hand, and he walked resolutely step by step, followed by another blood-red mouse-shaped beast on his left hand, and the hard claws quietly tugged at the dark rock as the man walked barefoot.