The sunlight crept out of the dark clouds, and the Taimo Plateau, which had been reduced to rotting and scorched earth, embellished the ground with a hint of human warmth.

The morning dew was not crystal clear, but rather a strange blood, circulating on the withered leaves, and under the mottled points of light, reflecting the desperate and crazy wails of the civilians who died tragically at the hands of demons on this land.

On the western plateau of the not too steep part of the Taymour Mountains, a tall, lanky figure dressed in blue-black and carrying a simple bow was strolling along the path—the casual manner in which he walked seemed to be leisurely and scattered, but on closer inspection, his steps were solid and agile, and he was not at all muddy.

His hands were resting on the two daggers pinned to his waist, and there was nothing as relaxed as his walking posture. The tightly locked brow, and the angular cheeks that are curled by vigilance, all reflect the heart of its owner, and there is no leisure to play.

Liszt was neither fast nor slow along the way. On the way from Rog's camp to the abbey, there was no trace of pedestrians, and under the destruction of Andariel, Liszt could hardly recognize this road - the face along the way was unrecognizable, so that Liszt clearly realized what level of existence his opponent this time was.

Liszt found that since that kill of the Blood Crow, the Ice Crow, and the Countess, he had rarely encountered a demonic attack again. Even the wicked and warlike sheep-headed men rarely roam the wasteland anymore, looking for their prey.

The calmer he was, the more restless Liszt's heart became. Demons don't disappear out of thin air, and since they didn't stop him on the road, they must be waiting for him to arrive.

Liszt could already see the towering spire of the abbey in the distance. Under the sun's rays, the colorful glazed tiles bloom with colorful light. From afar, if it weren't for the withered and rotten trees around it, it would be impossible to believe that that sacred place contains the most vicious evil in the world.

Liszt raised his hand over his eyes, blocking out the sunlight that was gradually starting to become blinding. He knew very well that all the demons along the way were waiting for him in that monastery. Perhaps, this is a deadly trap waiting for him to walk in, but Lees has no choice.

Ever since Andariel had taken over almost all of her minions, she had lost her visibility beyond the monastery. But she was not annoyed by this, she knew that her prey would voluntarily enter this obvious trap. She said that the so-called warrior, who didn't know how to do it, actually possessed the power of the first human being, Nephilim!

Since the War of Original Sin, there has been very little trace of Nephilim on earth. More than 600 years after the War of Original Sin, one of her servants, the demon Neresa, lured the remaining Nephilim under her guidance, gathered them together, promising to restore their weakened power.

Under the invasion of the spiritual illusion she bestowed, a part of Nephilim was completely distorted, and fought against the few remaining Nephilim who still retained their will. In the end, they all perished. Since then, there has been no trace of Nephilim in the world.

Neresa has successfully completed her mission, completely destroying the last sprouts of human power. Liszt's presence was a unique exception in hundreds of years, but Andariel was well aware of Nephilim's potential, so she was even more cautious than Diablo. Not only did she lay a net of hundreds of demons in the monastery, but she also planned to personally participate in the battle, using spiritual invasion to make Liszt lose resistance, just like his predecessors more than six hundred years ago, and be completely eliminated by her!

Sniffing the greed of the demons that permeated the air, and looking at the high walls and gates in front of him, which had lost their former glory and had become blackened, Liszt drew the dagger from his waist, and in the darkness, he showed a hint of excitement and evil smile.

The death of King Leoric and the news of the disaster that had occurred in Tristram were taken to Kurast and Kartim along with the refugees who had fled there. The refugees claimed that it was the betrayal of the Emmon family's Chancellor of Finance that caused these disasters. For a while, the shocked people did not have time to distinguish the truth from the false, and unanimously pointed the finger at Kartim's foreign minister, the backbone of the Aemonn family, Roland Eamon.

Under the condemnation of frenzied public opinion, the law is pale and powerless. Without any trial or inquiry, Roland was dismissed by the Federation of Trade Unions after decades of diligent service.

Anyone in Roland Manor would be surrounded by an angry crowd of people who would reprimand them or punch and kick them.

Roland, who stayed in the manor, dismissed all the stewards, servants, and guards. Even Kaplan, the captain of the guard, who was loyal and unwilling to leave, was forcibly expelled by Roland. For a time, only Roland, Hadrrig, Mira and Haderig's mother, Lily, who was still tormented by the shadows, were left in the vast manor.

"Mira, let's go, go as far as possible, don't come back, and don't talk about your relationship with this family!" Hadrrig said painfully and resolutely with his back to a worried Mira.

"My dear, I'm no longer Mira Wagner, I'm Mila Eamon, I'm also a member of this family, you don't have the right to expel me." Mira stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Hadrrig's broad and sturdy waist and said softly.

Mila's persistence and love made Hadrrig both happy and miserable. Now, the people of House Eamon are rats in the streets, and everyone has to step on them, and he is not willing to let Mira suffer this humiliation.

"I don't believe that Grandpa and Liszt will be traitors or minions of demons, this is absolutely impossible!" Hadrrig turned around, hugged Mira behind her, and sobbed.

"I also believe, my dear, that I know that there must be some misunderstanding and conspiracy in this." Mira comfortingly patted Hadrrig on the back and soothed him.

"I don't know how Grandpa and Liszt are doing now!" The thought of the refugees' purgatory-like Tristram made Haderig so anxious that he couldn't calm down at all.

Mira naturally believed in Liszt's prowess, and she had seen Liszt's extraordinary magical talent with her own eyes. But when it comes to demons, she is also a little uneasy, she doesn't know if Liszt can defeat those terrible creatures that only exist in legends.

For a while, the two of them were silent and silent, but the worry and chagrin in their eyes made this calm become anxious.

"Both of you are there, which is good. Now I will give you two a thing, and you must swear that you will do it completely and in the slightest, no matter what. Roland, whose eyes were full of exhaustion and sorrow, walked into the hall and looked at his son and daughter-in-law in front of him, and his desperate gaze revealed a ray of hope.

Hadrrig and Mira didn't know what their father was going to say, but instinctively felt that Roland's next words might be difficult for them to accept, which made both of them reluctant to take a stand.

Roland said in a tired and hoarse voice, "Son, Mira, you are now the only hope for this family!" You must get out quickly, this manor is already dangerous, and the frenzied, hate-driven refugees could rush in at any moment, and when the time comes, it will be too late for you to leave. ”

"No, I'm not leaving, Father! I will always be with you! Hadrrig said excitedly, he would not allow himself to leave his father behind and run for his life alone. What's more, his mother is also here. The thought of the consequences of the influx of refugees was overwhelming for him.

Mira did not follow suit, but looked at Roland with sadness and regret.

Roland nodded lightly to Mira, which made Mira extremely painful, she hated herself extremely at this time, she could only do some useless enchantments and prophecies, and she could not use powerful power like a witch to protect this down-and-out family in turmoil.

Roland continued: "Think about it, Hadryg. Your grandfather and your brother Liszt are both on the distant continent to the west, and their fate is uncertain. You must find them! Hadrrig, haven't you been learning your blacksmith all these years? Liszt definitely needs your help. Don't let me down, don't let this family down, son! You have to be strong and do what a man should do instead of crying and crying there! Roland said harsh and somewhat harsh words, but the corners of his old and tired eyes were also soaked.

Hearing his father's words, Haderig also knew that this was what he should do, and it was his duty. After he left, his father would definitely be in trouble, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The sky of Kartim, which was clear all day long, was full of black clouds, and the majestic downpour whipped the dark yellow streets and eaves of this desert capital, and also on Hadrrig's painful heart.

With one last glance behind him, his father's emaciated and haggard back, and resolutely led Mira through the back door of the manor, braving the pouring rain.

Hearing the sound of the back door slamming shut, the tears that had accumulated in Roland's eyes could no longer be stopped, and suddenly slipped off his yellowed face, which had aged a lot these days.

"Lily, our child, has grown up and doesn't need us to worry about it anymore. Now, let me accompany you well, I owe you too much, too much over the years. ”

Ignoring the howling of the wind and the roar of thunder behind him, Roland walked lightly and gently towards Lily's room......