The sand is endless. In the long sea of sand, all you can see is a yellow, monotonous and godless color. The sun was frantically squeezing its territory like a tyrant, and even now that it was approaching dusk, it still cast a scorching red light with undiminished power, leaving the last evidence of its brutality.

Shen Hao looked up at the sky with some annoyance, and laboriously pulled his body out of the sand scorpion's trap. Sand scorpions and sand spiders, the most feared enemies of the solo traveler in the desert. A person with tinder may be able to deal with the web of a sand spider, but if you fall into the trap of a sand scorpion, it is generally impossible to escape by your own strength. The corpse-eating monster dug traps and waited for his natural ally, Blazing Sun, to help him kill his captives.

Fortunately, Shen Hao was not an ordinary person, he sat on the hot sand dune, took off his leather boots and the tattered and blood-stained armor on his body, and cleaned the sand inside. It is a set of armor of the lowest rank pikeman in Erathia, consisting of the hard skin of an ox with a small amount of metal plate. This also proves his identity at the moment - a pikeman in the human kingdom of Erathia.

Shen Hao's mind was a little chaotic, and the information from the Nightmare Realm had filled his memory, making him a little vague about the information outside the Nightmare Realm. This is not normal, generally speaking, after entering the Nightmare Realm, although the Nightmare Hunter will passively accept his identity in this world and general information about this world, he will never block his memories outside this world at the same time.

But this time it was different, Shen Hao only felt that his memory area seemed to be covered with a hazy white veil, and the information outside of this world became vague. He sat still, holding his headache and thinking hard, and after a while, there seemed to be a slight cracking sound in his mind, the film was finally pierced, and a large number of memories filled his mind like a spring.

"It's really dangerous......" Shen Hao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gasped for breath. He almost forgot who he was, his mission, his enemies, and the world he lived in was just an illusory dream.

Needless to say, this strange thing must have been caused by some of the Nightmare Demon King with special abilities, and they, the Nightmare Hunters, had unwittingly fallen into its path since they first entered the Nightmare Realm.

Shen Hao stood up and looked around anxiously, but his heart sank in the slightest. Everywhere I looked, there was yellow sand, and I didn't see any creatures except myself. A group of dozens of them was completely dispersed, at least within a radius of several miles, without a single companion of their own.

Things are really troublesome, and this time the Nightmare Realm is surprisingly huge. If it was just a simple separation, it wouldn't make Shen Hao so anxious, but what he was worried about was the special energy that could block the Nightmare Hunter's memories just now. With his strength, he only barely broke through the barrier and retrieved the memories of the past, but what about the others? If they lose the memory of the past, then they will be like ordinary living souls and spirits, completely integrating themselves into the characters in this world, and according to the script written by the Nightmare, step by step towards death, without knowing it.

"We have to find them first, as long as we can find someone, there should be a way to retrieve the memories or something......" Shen Hao pursed his somewhat chapped lips and made up his mind. So he began to bend down and grope his way through the quicksand trap that the sand scorpion had dug up.

His current identity is a defeated soldier, and his team is stationed at an outpost on the edge of the desert, but just last night, the army of the underground kingdom of Wilma Nigon raided the outpost, and the three hundred soldiers stationed there were caught off guard and were crushed, most of them were killed on the spot, and a small number of lucky people, including him, fled into this sea of death sand in a panic.

As a sentry, Shen Hao should also have a marching satchel and a standard spear as a weapon, and it was these two things that he was looking for at this time. In this dangerous suburb, the importance of weapons is undeniable, and there are some simple survival tools in the marching satchel, and more importantly, there should be a small amount of food and water.

Digging through the hot gravel, he could occasionally see a number of cockroach-sized sand scorpions fleeing in fright, and the first thing he found was the head of a spear that went vertically into the sand pit, and then he pulled out the only weapon completely.

Erathia's standard spear was seven feet two inches long, of which the head was eight inches. The tip of the gun is sharp, and its lower part has a sideways protruding barb, and the hook tip is curved inward. The barrel of the spear was six feet long, four inches in diameter, made of wood, and had an iron hammer at the end of the shaft, which was four inches long. It is completely different from the red tassel gun that was common in ancient times in country Z. Shen Hao took it in his hand and shook his head helplessly, without him, the weight was too light, and the strength of the material was not satisfactory, so it was impossible to withstand his strength. However, as the most inferior weapon in the army, it cannot be too demanding, and it is better to have it than to use it with bare hands.

After digging down for a while, I finally saw the strap of the satchel, but when I picked it up, I found that the whole satchel had been torn open with a large hole, and the contents were turned in a mess. The ointment and bandages were still intact, and knives and flints had been dug out of the gravel on the side. However, the jerky used as dry food in it is gone, and it is estimated that it was eaten up by those sand scorpions, but fortunately, the water bag of the cowhide has not been completely bitten through, and most of the bags of water in it have been completely preserved.

After repairing the hole in the satchel and stuffing the things that could still be used, Shen Hao took the spear and began to walk in the northwest direction. There was a small city called Bogner, and he had to go there as a soldier, to report the invasion of the enemy, or to reintegrate into human society in search of his companions.

Alone in the desert is never pleasant, but it's not a long journey. Before it was completely dark, Shen Hao could already faintly see the battle-torn Bogner City in the distance.

The massive black dragon swooped down from the sky with a roar, the wings of death fanning the cold winds of destruction. A red, sulfur-scented dragon's breath swept through the castle, which was in ruins. On the broken walls, there were no longer defenders with bows and arrows.

The bull-headed general of the Nigon Army, riding on the back of a strange horse with six hooves, indifferently looked at the human city that was completely caught in flames. While the black dragon cast a shadow of despair and terror over the castle, the five thousand armies of Nigon were quietly gathering in the distant wilderness. They are jackals that hunt and eat dying prey, and as soon as the city's defenses are completely destroyed, they will fight into the city and completely occupy this human frontier city.

The black dragon rushed down from the sky for the last time. It is tired of cats playing rat games, and this time it will decide everything. The ultimate beast from the underworld opened its mouth, its mouth glowing with a fiery light like underground lava. The castle let out a final groan of despair.

Destructive energy poured out of the black dragon's mouth. The last gray section of the wall also began to crumble, burying the men and women with their terrible cries. The sky was dark, and the whole world seemed to be enveloped in this nightmare of blood and carnage. Behind the crumbling walls, in the land that had been repeatedly ravaged by dragons, women wept and clutched their children in their arms, while men stretched out their last cry for help to the cold sky under the ruins.

The battle was decided, and the commander of the Nigong army drew his sword and pointed forward, and the black army behind him began to advance forward. In the war between races, there will be no captives and mercy, all the human beings in the city, whether men, women and children, will be killed, the corpses will become the military food of the monsters in the army, all the wealth in the city will be plundered and transferred to the underground world, and this small city will become an outpost for Nigon's invasion of Erathia.

Thinking of this, a hideous smile appeared on the ugly face of Lord Nigon. It's a pity that this smile has just appeared, and it suddenly froze.

A golden flash of lightning split through the dim sky. More dazzling than the midday sun, more deafening than the roar of the black dragon. After the sound and light disappeared, a glorious figure stood at the top of the ruins of the city wall, facing the huge black dragon that rushed towards him. The figure was wrapped in armor, and a two-handed giant sword in his hand rose with golden flames, and behind the figure, three pairs of wings as white as swans and as vigorous as eagles spread out, sprinkling holy brilliance on the ruined tower.

Nourished by the light, countless charred human archers squirmed to their feet again, their wounds quickly recovering as before, along with their crossbows. They had just been resurrected, and they looked at each other in a daze, but when they saw the majestic and tall golden figure standing at the head of the city, their confusion immediately turned into fanaticism.

"It's the Angel of Light! Our reinforcements are coming! ”

"Brothers, take up arms and fight these bastards!"

The morale of the soldiers defending the city instantly soared, and countless arrows rained down on the approaching black dragon in the air. The black dragon shook its head in annoyance, the arrows fired by Erathia's crossbow were not completely immune even with its tough scale armor, and although the obviously insufficient number of shots was unlikely to inflict any fatal injuries on it, the dense pain still made it feel angry.

However, before it could breathe dragon breath again and turn these annoying ants into charcoal, the figure of the Angel of Light appeared above it, and the long sword of the flame of the flame drew a dazzling light and slashed at the dragon's neck.

"Roar—" The black dragon felt threatened, but the dignity of the dragon made it disdain to dodge, and the wide black dragon wings fanned towards the angel.

Below the city, the Nigong army, which had just been about to enter the city, also stopped advancing, and under the restraint of the main general, set up a battle formation facing the west. A mile away, a large amount of dust poured up, and soon, the earth began to tremble, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves rumbled, and more than 2,000 Elasia cavalrymen and horses, all heavily armoured, with spears reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, rushed towards the battle formation of Nigon like a thunderbolt.