Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

Sila walked in the deserted village, and her eyes were full of emotion.

It's only been detained for half a month. But in the past half a month, the world has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Not only did Roland become the new pope, but the God of Contracts and the Lord of Violence began to stir.

And to the east of Bansar, there was also a violent upheaval in Carral. The Druids split into several factions due to conflicting ideas, and the most severely targeted school of the Ring of the South Wind even split directly from Carrar and received an olive branch from Titan.

Now the blighters of Caral are almost mad and wandering around, preferring to kill the wrong ones, vowing to kill every druid who betrays Carral. Persecuted by these withers, some druids who had only planned to stay out of the country had no choice but to join the Ring of the South Wind to accept refuge.

At the same time, a great plague has befallen Karar. A large number of people and animals died violently in the wilderness, cities and villages gradually became deserted, and the whole country was on the verge of collapse.

And the situation of Fararo is not optimistic. The seal of the Great Rift was lifted by whom, and a coalition of outcasts from the ground poured out frantically, defeating two legions of Fararu in succession, and now occupying a third of the country, and the remaining mountain people have also responded to the official call to move to the safety of the rear.

Today, the whole of Fararo has fallen into wartime tensions. Some even tried to cross the border north and fled to Suze for refuge - of course, in order to stabilize people's hearts, they were all arrested without exception.

Titan's situation was slightly better, but it wasn't peaceful. There is a prince who is relatively low in the line of the throne, and he does not know who he suddenly got help, first using some unknown means to get the support of some old Biansai nobles, and then he was protected by the two gods Connie and Nix. Today, his supporters make up more than forty percent of the pre-God Council. And that number is rising.

Because of his presence, Titan fell into considerable chaos. Those who want to kill him, those who want to frame him, and those who want to be loyal to him, plus some people who are ready to fish in troubled waters, now Titan can be said to be entangled in many forces. The water is terrible.

Although Su Ze's Royal Alchemy Society seems to have invented something extraordinary recently, compared with the situation in other countries, it can be said that Su Ze is now the most peaceful country.

Now Cyra has been instructed by Roland to go to the east of Bansar to investigate the recent mass disappearances that have occurred in Bansa.

Although this incident has not yet been determined, Cyra listens to Roland's meaning, and it seems that Roland thinks that it is because the plague of Karar has spread across the border. However, Cyra actually disagrees with this conclusion.

No matter how powerful the plague is, it is only a plague after all. It is not a living thing, it can only be infected by living organisms.

In Cyra's conception, the plague is this debilitating thing. Under the sun. There is no plague that cannot be eradicated.

The Sun Realm and the Purification Realm overlapped in part, and the priests of Tyre were never short of purification magic. And Tyre has always strived to maintain the purity of his concept, and his priests are all good at dispelling the plague.

So, Cyra didn't think there was any plague that could spread in Bansa.

The plague was inherently restrained by Tyre. Pick a silver-level priest and you can cleanse a city of plagues with daylight.

If the plague of Caral does come across the border, all you need to do is send a few bishops to resist it. It only takes two bishops for their purifying aura to envelop the entire iris swamp without a gap. It only takes half a day to dispel the plague.

However, when Cyra did get here, he realized that things didn't seem to be quite what he had imagined:

Or rather. The situation was much more serious than he expected.

The so-called "mass disappearances" are not just a matter of the extent to which a few people have disappeared. Because Cyra has not yet reached the iris swamp. I had already passed through three deserted villages in a row.

And along the way, as he farther and further east, the blood marks on the trees and the ground became more and more numerous. The leaves began to wither and wither, and some dark red blood stains faintly appeared on the ground, as if someone's corpse had been dragged on them.

However, there were no corpses.

This is what really puzzled Cyra.

Even if it is because of the plague to death. At least there will be corpses, right?

However, there was not a single one. Not even a piece of meat, not even a single piece of bone, not even a single piece of bone, and not even a trace of a fight in the house.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to extinguish it so cleanly.

After all, even if everything is burned to ashes, there is always a place to burn, right?

To say that who can drag so many people to a place for centralized slaughter. Cyra was completely unconvinced. This kind of thing is completely contrary to the teachings of the gods, and even if they can hide it from Tyre, they can't hide it from the rats of Enzos.

It was this strange sense of confusion that made Cyra feel that something was wrong.

It's like breaking into a world where there are no human beings, and it's like Cyra suddenly can't see the existence of human beings. This creepy feeling of not knowing if the world is wrong or if you have a problem is unsettling.

Frowning tightly, Cyra made his way to the iris swamp with which he had once been so familiar, and finally determined where the source of his uneasiness was.

I saw that the iris swamp, which had been slightly green, was now glowing with a chilling scarlet light, like a half-dried pool of blood, exuding an ominous aura.

And on the swamp, some huge "crows" slowly paced directly above.

They were draped in heavy black linen cloaks, their heads drooped, and their long, messy hair blocked the view, giving them the impression of "suspicious humans" at first glance.

From the limbs peeking out from under the black cloaks, Cyra could faintly see that the men, if they were really human, had their forearms and calves severed off and instead tied to long, tough oak sticks, filled and tightened with straw and hemp rope, walking like four-legged beasts in the scarlet swamp.

Where their limbs were severed, a steady stream of crimson blood had soaked through the straw and sticks, dripping down into the swamp. And the swamp received their blood, and it was like boiling white smoke.

“…… My Tyre...... What are these things? ”

Even if he was as calm as Cyra, he had to feel fear and calm for such an unusual scene in front of him.

In a panic, he subconsciously muttered. His right hand unconsciously grasped the cross that Roland had given him at parting.

For some reason, however, Cyra felt as if his prayers had instantly angered the crow monsters in front of him.

At the same time as he prayed, the crows froze, and then slowly turned their heads. The blood on their faces was as dense as if they had been repeatedly cut by a knife, and their wild vertical pupils were full of hatred and murderous intent.

Inexplicably, an illusion that he was likely to die surfaced in Cyra's mind.

Cyra was so shocked that she didn't think about it, and immediately lit her own flame.

As the golden flame burned above him, the monsters' eyes staring at him became even colder.

"Stop—"

However, at this moment, he heard a soft, clear cry echoing among the crow monsters.

Hearing the voice, one by one, the crow monsters took their eyes off Cyra without paying a second notice. In less than ten seconds, all the crows continued to walk on the swamp on their wooden fours, as if ignoring Cyra.

From beginning to end, they didn't make even the slightest sound. The silence is terrifying.

Sensing that near-death danger had subsided, Cyra looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw that among the countless huge humanoid "crows" wearing black tattered cloaks and replacing their limbs with wooden sticks, a white-robed girl with beautiful platinum-blond hair and eyes as blue and pure as a lake stood quietly among them.

When you see her, you think of the afternoon sun, the aroma of coffee, the pages of a book and the gentle voice of a girl. It was a beautiful girl with the intellectual charm peculiar to a Bansa woman.

As Cyra looked at the girl with a temperament that was very different from the scene around him, he noticed that the girl was also looking at him.

To be precise, she was a large number of crosses that he hung on his chest.

"Sir, take the liberty of inquiring," she began, her voice as beautiful as a warbler's, "do you know Roland?" ”

PS.5.15 "Starting Point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters! (To be continued.) )

PS: I don't know if there is a master waiting for the update in the early hours of this morning, if so, let's apologize first......

Because of the problem of sleeping only five hours in a month, I was a little sleepy yesterday, and I was sleepy in the chapter after zero o'clock in the yard, and I nodded while coding words, and my consciousness was completely blurred, and the things that came out of the code felt the same as the sugar that was sent by the total number of grams...... So I had to move today's first shift to the evening......

Therefore, readers can sleep after midnight, and the update after midnight may not be sent when, and it is not too late to read it in the morning~