Weeping eyeballs hung over the hole in the house, and the initiators stood directly below the terrifying eye, slightly surprised to witness the red-haired girl who had broken into the sight of the trio.

Dorothy's gaze was a little hesitant, and the warlock's navy blue eyes saw her esteemed father standing alongside a woman in the robes of an Oak White Mage Guild apprentice, and the blue-robed psicosucker next to her.

For some reason, she felt that the woman had not said or done anything, but there was already an explicit but invisible danger in her eyes, as if some kind of momentum oppression.

She had learned from the knowledge in the books and the anecdotes of the poets that adventurers and mercenaries called the monster Octopus, and that professional mages and scholars thought that the name Mind Flayer might be more vivid, but in any case this evil monster was not commonly found on the surface of Castaño.

Instead, you should wander in the depths of the dark underworld.

"Father, what just happened?" Dorothy was a little overwhelmed for a moment, and the only thing she could do was move her gaze back to Dambert's face, "I... I waited in the guild hall with you as you requested, and a strange burst of fire suddenly took everyone's lives! ”

"And yet you survived with the power of that 'fluctuation' for the first time?" Dambert seemed to think of something, and suddenly felt a little annoyed, and his tightly knit brows were relaxed with a wry smile on his face, "The end is up...... I didn't expect you to have that kind of ability, should you say that you are worthy of being my daughter? ”

"Doomsday... On top? The red-haired girl blinked sluggishly, "What are you talking about, Father?" ”

Facing his daughter's gaze, Dambert did not rush to answer immediately this time, but looked sideways at Ted and Sana, and the three of them seemed to communicate in a silent form for two seconds.

Sana nodded at him, as if acquiescing to a thought in his head.

Then, the red-headed adventurer leader sighed helplessly, opened his eyes, which were also sea blue, and looked back at the girl's face.

That beautiful face, which usually attracts the eyes of many young men in the streets of the city, is now full of confusion and confusion full of fear.

He admired his daughter's expression and simply confessed: "Yes, the end is up...... You should have died with those people as a sacrifice for this ritual. ”

"Rituals? Sacrifice? The girl's eyes narrowed, "What's that, Father?" I am... Ritual offerings? ”

"That's right, Dorothy. To summon the Eye of the Abyss and keep it open for a little longer, you should have died. The helplessness in Dambert's smile instantly turned into a vicious coldness, and he stretched out a finger and raised it to signal to the heavens, "But now that I have survived by mistake, I am really disappointed!" ”

As the words fell, he coldly lowered his fingers, and with a thud, he pulled out the hybrid greatsword with the cold elemental enchantment from the scabbard at his waist and held it in his hand.

The man's words and actions were like a relentless hammer slammed down on the girl's heart.

Dorothy couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing, she held her wooden cane, the other hand held the wall beside her, and retreated in trembling, her tear-soaked eyes clenched under the shock emotion, and a trace of unwilling obsession rested on the red-haired man's body.

It was her father whom she longed for and respected so much, and who had done his best to raise her with her own hands since her mother's tragic death when she gave birth to her......

But my father just wanted to die?

Also mentioned rituals? Sacrifice?

Following this line of thought, the girl raised her head, and looked through the huge columnar hole at an oblique angle to see her huge eyeballs in the night sky, and fiery tears continued to drip from the corners of her blood-red eyes.

After a while, she lowered her gaze a little more, and also found the circle of blood magic on the floor of the magic laboratory room, on which were written many abyssal words that she couldn't understand.

A brief silence, a suffocation of about half a second.

Suddenly, she seemed to finally understand something.

This was followed by an emotional breakdown, a heart-rending explosion: "No... No! No!!! ”

The huge basement room reverberated with this grief-stricken lament.

Dambert still stood there with the sword in his hand, indifferent to this, just watching quietly, and then saw the red-haired girl stumble as she moved back.

She leaned on her cane and barely fell, tears welling up uncontrollably in her eyes, and her weeping voice tried to refute: "You are lying! You wouldn't do that...... You can't do that! ”

"But the truth is that I did." The man replied as a matter of course.

"Why?!" The girl asked reluctantly.

"Because this is the romance of the end of the world, the moment when beautiful things wither, there is no better script than this."

"Crazy thoughts!"

"Supreme praise."

"You're not my father! You are a fake! ”

"I'm standing right in front of you, for real."

"I'd rather believe you're a shapeshifter!"

The girl loses her mind in the pain, and turns her pain into an escapist rage.

She cursed the fact that it happened in front of her eyes, cursed fate for playing so far with her, cursed Endôme the Doom who must be hiding somewhere at this time and secretly snickered, and cursed Lachry, the goddess of luck who was in charge of the priesthood of luck but had no mercy for herself......

She felt the darkness overwhelm herself, she sank towards the deep sea of despair, hope was like oxygen turned into a bubble away from her, even if she hoped to reach out and grasp the light distorted by the water, but she could no longer grasp the warmth contained in the light, and for some reason only the words that her father had taught her in the depths of her empty mind.

"Dorothy, the world is cruel. Believing in the light means that your innocence has not faded, and that you will roar out against the darkness and declare war on fear and pain with means more insidious and vicious than the darkness, for only by doing so can man rise above the cruel fate. ”

Cruel World ...... Yes, she curses this cruel world!

Then ruin it all!

Use your own magic!

So she raised her hand forward in despair, and for the first time since her birth, she aimed her spell at the man who had pushed her into despair.

The spell of the spell did not need to be remembered, and the violent chant accompanied by the ancient syllables flowed naturally from her lips. The air heats up, and the energy of the fire elemental plane gathers and compresses at high speed in the mid-air in front of her fingers, manipulated by her will, and frantically obeys her commands, and then—

"Boom ——!"

There was an explosion in front of her, causing her slender silhouette to drown in the middle of the flames and smoke.

Her fireball skills got out of hand......

However, this is not valid evidence of a flaw in her ability to cast this spell, the real reason is simply that she is not actually an ordinary warlock, but a berserker.

Unlike ordinary spellcasters, there is a turbulent flow of magic flowing through their bodies, and there is an innate trait called Crazy Fluctuations attached to their souls.