Silent dark night, heavy gasps. Excessive tranquility, reassuring dead silence, the sound of his own footsteps echoing in the empty brain. He gasped for breath, as if he was about to breathe fear out of his heart.

'Why am I here?' What's going on with those things? What the hell am I ...... Where is it? No one answered his question, and there was not a single human in this darkness but him.

He curled up in a dark, damp corner, his fingertips gradually swallowed by the cold. A distant hiss pierced his cochlea, and his body shuddered and goosebumps.

"Here we are...... They're coming......" He cowered in the corner with his head in his hands, and could even hear the flutter of his dry wings.

The roar approached, dark clouds obscured the dim moonlight, and black shadows skimmed the ground like a demon with wings sewn on. Behind the little demons, a huge beast-like shadow stepped forward.

He scrambled out of the corner and ran to the last glimmer of moonlight, knowing that the light would not retreat, but at least he wanted to find some comfort.

But he fell, but he tripped over a small pebble and fell to the ground, along with his courage and strength.

Something in his bosom rolled off and scratched into the moonlight, an awl-shaped object, but at the other end of the needle stood a sculpture that looked like a religious demon.

He stared at the awl for a long time, and as the roar woke him up, he began to grit his teeth and crawl forward desperately.

"Damn it...... Damn it......" He reached out and grabbed the awl, staring, finally closing his eyes and making a decision.

'I can't die yet, since that's the only way I would rather ......' he looked up, grasped the awl tightly, and aimed it at his heart and inserted it.

Moonlight, obscured by dark clouds.

He fell into darkness. When his skeletal face poked out of the container, there was only a hint of vagueness, and he knelt motionless in the darkness, like a statue.

This little trick did nothing for them, and one after another poured out of the black smoke, and the black demon swept towards the kneeling man. He tilted his head slowly, and those disgusting faces were reflected in the depths of his pupils.

The abandoned factory was surrounded by echoing roars and screams, as if hell had broken through its shackles and descended on earth.

But no one listens to it, no one knows about it, and the frenzy that no one observes is dead and silent............

In another silent street, two men in long black leather coats leaned against the wall of the alley, and the young man with the head of Mohican yawned boredly, after all, it was too late.

Another sharp-eyed middle-aged man glanced at the people passing by the street, including office workers working late into the night, drunk men and women, and sanitation workers who have worked until now.

Not a woman in revealing makeup vomited wildly on the edge of the garbage can, and the whole street was filled with the smell of alcohol, which was terrible.

The sanitation worker frowned, and walked over to hand her a bottle of Master Kong's mineral water, but was pushed away by the woman.

"Don't touch me! Go away, it's dirty! The woman almost fell, and when she stood firm, she left with a curse.

The sanitation worker picked up the mineral water bottle covered with abrasion marks and looked at the woman's back.

Soon the woman leaned against a corner not far away and vomited, indicating that she had drunk a lot and had hurt her stomach.

He wanted to come up again to help, but was stopped by the handsome young man with Moshigan's hair.

"I said uncle, that kind of rude person should leave her alone, and she can't get any benefits, and she will get into trouble." The handsome guy said.

The sanitation worker looked over and saw that the woman had disappeared on the other side of the corner, which made him a little angry, but he didn't show it.

"Thank you! The kindness of the young man, I know it, uncle, oh by the way, it's so late, why don't you go home to sleep? ”

"Me! I can't sleep, so I go out for a walk to see if anything bad comes out, and this won't happen to you. The handsome guy looked at him and said.

"What's bad, you're looking at the people here at night, I advise you to hurry home! Staying up late is not good for your health. Uncle persuaded him.

"Let's smoke a cigarette first! Uncle. As he spoke, he took out the cigarette he had prepared in advance from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but the uncle had to take it and arch his hand in thanks.

"It's hard work to do what you do, isn't it? If you get up early and are greedy for darkness, you have to suffer from white eyes, if you don't release the pressure...... I don't know what will become of it. ”

Then, as if by magic, an extra piece of yellow rune paper appeared in his hand, and with a flick of it, a green flame rose on it, and then reached for the cigarette.

The bright green firelight reflected in the eyes of the sanitation workers, turning into black runes that crawled all over the white pupils.

"And yes! Uncle, although smoking can relieve mental pressure, it is harmful to the body~ Try to smoke as little as possible. ”

The sanitation worker suddenly pushed the guy away, but it was too late, the bright green flame rose on the cigarette butt, and the cigarette immediately burst, turning into layers of runes, and then overlapping together, turning into a violent flame, expanding, exploding, and flying sand and rocks for a while.

"Master Shazhen, do you see it, I'm hit!" "Bastard, what did you hit!"

In the shadows, the middle-aged man who came with him had an extra black brush in his hand, and he drew a virtual picture in the air, and a ball of magic ring fire scattered and rushed towards the mist with a dozen drawing runes, but was thrown away by a powerful sweep.

The black "long whip" swept across the small square, severing the small fountain and sweeping straight towards the Mohican boy.

"Ali, be careful!"

"Don't worry, no problem!" Paris Daichi bent down and pressed the "whip" with the viscous body fluids in his face, then got up and looked at the behemoth that appeared in front of him.

The pitch-black body, thick and thin like a scorpion, the thick part was blasted out of a hole, but it was not seriously injured, and the long flaxen-colored whiskers formed a huge mass of skulls on the body, but the real head was on the wagging tail whip.

"Damn Demon Mage, why is it here! It's damn good that you came to spoil me. "When the skull on the tail ends, the fluff on the lower body squirms, like a moving painting.

"What else? As long as you remain on earth for a day, we will be everywhere, and there will be good things, not ✓, it should be called bad things. Paris wiped his moxican head, pulled a hair from it, and wrapped it around the magic pen, and all at once it shone golden.

As it says, Paris Da and Sha Zhen are mages of the Demon Realm, and in order to protect humanity, they expelled the people who wandered into the world and possessed the Yin Self and preyed on the demonic beasts.

And the monster in front of him is the "demon" that has been devoured and sees humans as food-Hora.

Hora's war with humanity has never stopped for thousands of years.