"Boom ——————!!!!"

Purple lightning illuminates the darkness of Golovin, and a deafening thunder awakens the empress of the sunken city.

Born on the day of the destruction of the Dragon Kingdom, this ancient city that has gone through fourteen generations is experiencing her darkest and longest night.

A huge gray-blue vortex dominated the dome of the imperial capital, enveloping the entire city in the midst of the exclamations and gazes of countless people, shrouding the city in darkness.

Endless void power poured out of the vortex and covered the entire city—the terrible, invisible, indescribable power from the void, devouring the entire city like rain, floods, waterfalls, every nook and cranny of the city, every piece of land, every living and dead thing, every wind that rolled up and the air that could be breathed in the wind.

Purple thunder continued to descend from the whirlpool, raging like the punishment of the gods, raging in every corner of the city.

The roaring thunder drowned out the screams and wails of the soul, and the flames of the explosion turned the tall and magnificent buildings and rows of houses into ruins, turning them into a sea of burning fire and choking smoke;

The people who were driven crazy by the thunder and the power of the void as if they were substance screamed and fell to the ground, or they cried and laughed madly, or they prayed devoutly... The face blackened by the smoke and fire tells the madness with expressions and eyes.

The fanatical people fell into madness, and the rest fled desperately—at the foot of the Heavenly Dome Palace, in the aristocratic quarters decorated with manors and courtyards, and in the peripheral rich districts, the richly dressed but not the slightest decency of the nobles either shouted hoarsely and let the servants risk their lives to clean up for them, or they clung to the thighs of the guards, begging the other party not to abandon them without shame, and were kicked to the ground.

And on the outskirts of the rich districts, in the civilian areas and dilapidated slums that really occupy two-thirds of the imperial capital, the frenzied fugitives have not forgotten to do more "mutually beneficial" things while fleeing, revealing their greedy eyes.

Beneath the great whirlpool that enveloped the imperial capital, under the darkness, thunder and chaos that obscured the sky and the sun, these little citizens, who may have been once timid and timid, turned into crazy and greedy beasts. Wielding blades and torches, the chaotic city has been completely transformed into a huge hunting ground.

And they are the hunters.

They screamed and roared in the night, slammed open the doors of one shop after another or the doors of the rich, hysterically snatched everything they would not normally dare to think of, ravaged the nobles who were once a capital offense, and turned the catastrophe into an of their own.

At first, they cowered at the temptation, but when they found that there was not a single soldier or guard on the wide marble road, and that even the legions patrolling the city were gone, they indulged in unbridled indulgence.

Taverns, hostels, shops, buildings, theaters... Bazaars, churches, casinos, baths, arenas...... The huge, unshakable pyramid built over the course of fourteen generations was completely overturned after even one night.

They did not realize that the real devil had poured into the world with the open gates of hell.

Wet and narrow alleys, open sewer entrances, corpse-strewn killing fields... Densely packed, thousands of rotting corpses were born in lightning and thunder and the ever-converging power of the void, and ant colonies appeared in droves from the corners of the city, pouring into the streets large and small.

When the ice-cracking roar of the monsters sounded, all the people who were still going crazy, fleeing, killing and looting... The crazy people who enjoyed this moment fell into the abyss of fear together very tacitly.

Golovin is the capital of the Empire, the Holy Cross, and a city protected by the walls of dragons and tens of thousands of legions—rotting corpses roaring like ice, flesh and blood condensed into the body of an evil god, an evil god from the void......

All these monsters, which are clearly recorded in the carols of the Holy Cross and in the documents of the Empire, are only legends to the commoners and nobles of the city, the existence of another world, and the ghost stories that are only brought out to scare children who do not want to sleep and eat obediently.

There is nothing more than the ghost story I tell to come true, and I can really feel what "fear" is.

The abuser who brutally killed a certain nobleman who dared to resist, ravaged his wife and daughter, and enjoyed all the good things he had robbed, the next moment he found himself surrounded by dozens of rotting monsters like corpses.

In an instant, he was sober and wanted to escape, but he was dragged away by the little girl who had just been wantonly bullied, and the carrion demons swarmed up the abuser.

Bursts of blood stained the Lothair blanket red, shattered bones smashed Byrne's fluorite chandelier, and the "impatient" rotting demons smashed one Holy Cross statue after another, devouring the bodies of the abuser and the master and servant in the room.

The desperate little girl desperately hugged the corpses of her family, and in the heart-rending cry, the luxurious mansion was completely crushed by hundreds of rotting corpses and turned into ruins.

The same or similar "repertoire" is staged in every mansion, every street, every alley and every corner.

The hunter of one second became the prey of the next, and this time they were faced with someone who could not hear their screams and begs for mercy at all, and who had no interest in their belongings... The only thing that can make them "interested" is themselves.

Flowing blood, muscles and bones... The rotting demons who howl at the ice crack have the value of being bitten, destroyed, and wantonly destroyed.

The flaming city was filled with rotting demons pouring out from all directions, the howls of ice cracking even drowned out the roar of thunder, and they rolled like a tidal wave on the ground, turning street after street into ruins, destroying, and tearing everything in sight, living and dead, to shreds.

People in fear and panic began to rebel, and then tasted even deeper fear... A surging tide of rotting corpses engulfed the desperate capital like flames.

Ruined taverns beneath the ruined gates, chapels with bells ringing, shops smashed by mobs, burning baths, theatres and casinos littering the ground, and bazaars with nothing but the ruins......

Before the crazy song ends, an even more brutal and terrifying climax has already resounded in the audience.

..............................

"Everyone, aim - fire!"

"Bang ——!!!!"

Silver-white beams of light flashed, and dozens of rotting corpses that rushed through the gate fell, and the rest were blocked by a translucent, pale blue "wall".

While they were still slamming desperately against the invisible wall, dozens of lit alchemy bombs rained down from the sky, and in the roar, dozens or hundreds of terrifying figures dissipated and melted like ice crystals.

There is only a residual flame, still burning.

Before the wizard apprentices with the bright spears could rejoice, a stern voice sounded behind them.

"What are you doing here, can you stop the rotting corpse demon in a daze?!" The first tutor of the Royal Wizarding Academy of Golovin, Gray Cell, glanced at the apprentices angrily, and snatched the bright spear of an apprentice in the first row:

"The apprentice who has just been fired more than ten times, go back to meditate and rest immediately, and if you don't reline the formation ten times, those monsters will rush over at any time!"

"All the apprentices who have been withdrawn, all who have not yet reached the limit will go to help carry the alchemy bomb, ask the mentors who maintain the ice barrier again, and report to me as soon as they have any questions;"

"Remember, we're not safe right now, we can only survive if we work together, understand?!"

"Yes——!!!!"

The apprentices, whose faces were full of fear, kept themselves calm with loud roars, and carried out their tasks and missions in an orderly manner.

"Apprentices, ——! in formation"

Holding the spear of light in his hand, Gray Sal, the first mentor who maintained his seriousness, turned his gaze out of the gate, and the fear that had been like purgatory, desperately concealed, was finally revealed.

No one knows why, no one knows what happened... The moment the gray-blue vortex appeared in the dome, hell had already descended on earth.

Relying on the ice barrier left by Master Albert before leaving, and a large number of alchemical weapons built in response to the Azorean elven war, the Royal Wizarding Academy of Golovin has become a beacon in the chaos and darkness, and the faint blue light of the ice barrier is the fire of this lighthouse.

Gray Sal, who reacted immediately, quickly opened the ice barrier and armed the apprentices with the weapons in stock—as the premier alchemist academy, the Golovin Academy possessed a high degree of discipline that ordinary wizard academies absolutely did not have, allowing them to protect themselves in the chaos without external forces.

In addition, many wizards instinctively fled to the academy after the incident, and most of them were killed by rotting demons, or by thugs, or by fellow fugitives, before they even reached the academy......

However, there were also many extremely lucky ones who escaped death again and again, and managed to reach the academy with a few other companions who fled with them, and Gray Sal also enthusiastically contained them, making them part of the force to protect the academy.

There are even a lot of people who are not wizards - thugs who have been scared to their senses, rich merchants and nobles who have fled for their lives, servants of the church or aristocratic homes... Many of these people are extremely disgusted with wizards, and have more than once found trouble with the Academy, and Gray Sal has also taken them in.

In the face of hell, all the contradictions that used to exist are no longer contradictions, and everyone is just ordinary people struggling and wanting to live.

But... That's it.

With few men and few weapons in stock, there may be hope for self-preservation, but leaving the protection of the ice barrier is a self-defeating death—the sheer vortex above their heads and the void power it exudes are enough to terrify them.

But that's not all that really scares Gray Sal.

That's right, all this happened very suddenly, very abruptly, nothing can be seen without any warning, as if hell has come overnight, even the emperor is powerless in the face of such a crisis, and even the fall is not impossible.

But... There was no resistance.

Within sight, the imperial capital... No resistance was made!

In the Heavenly Dome Palace on the hill of Golovin, there is a royal guard army composed of 5,000 veterans, no less than 100 night watchmen with various spells and special abilities, and groups of nobles and their elite guards......

But until now, he hadn't even seen any movement coming from the hill, as if there were only dead people left in the Heavenly Dome Palace, silently, watching the entire city turn into hell, still sitting idly by!

There were no legion shields to hold up the banners of battle to suppress the streets, no night watchmen sweeping the city to purge the rioters, and no men or armies fighting the rotting demons......

No, not at all!

The royal family and nobles of De Salion in the Heavenly Dome Palace seemed to have forgotten that their city was under the hill, and the quiet Golovin hills could not even hear the sound of the army in action.

Of course, it is also possible that in order to protect the royal family, they decided not to act in a thoroughly clear situation - trying to protect themselves in the face of incomprehensible fears, watching others die, such a thing, although angry, but not incomprehensible.

After all... I think so too.

In contrast, the reaction of the Holy Cross Church was the strangest one.

Gray Sal clearly remembers that the doors of the Basilica of the Holy Cross in the imperial capital had been closed a few months ago, and not only the priests directly under the cathedral, but even all the knights of the oath had been recalled - even during the defense of the imperial capital, the church was still closed and did not communicate with the outside world.

Strange reactions, closed doors... If these priests, who believe in the Holy Cross and know equally well about the void and evil gods, don't know anything about tonight, Gray Sal doesn't believe it.

With such mixed emotions in mind, Gray Sal slowly turned his gaze in the direction of the Golovin Hill and the Basilica of the Holy Cross, which were exactly on the same line from the perspective of the Wizarding Academy.

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"Boom ——————!!!!"

With a shattering roar, a huge tremor came from under Gray Sal's feet. The tremor was so strong that it was difficult for the apprentices around them to even stand still, and they staggered to the ground.

There was a wailing tremor from the sturdy masonry parapet, and the carrion demons blocked by the ice barrier let out a bloodthirsty, ice-cracking roar.

In the midst of the chaotic voice, Gray Sal froze in place, his motionless eyes exuding an aura of astonishment and fear.

He stared at the end of his sight, at the towering hills of Golovin, under his gaze... Rise slowly!

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