Udysien thought she might say something, but the girl immediately turned back to her sleeping bag in the camp. He watched as Serencia vanished into the crowd, then sat down again in front of the fire.

Udysien stared at the jungle in front of him, trying to spot any clues. But there was nothing, and he didn't know what should be there. It all stems from his own guilt and that's it.

Achillios is dead, and for that reason alone, Udysien will not allow himself to have anything to do with Celentia.

Mendeen sat up suddenly, and he felt as if he was filled with a sense of intuition in his mind, which he hated terribly, for each time it seemed to herald something worse in front of him.

He then glanced around, but found nothing unusual, but the uneasiness in his heart did not diminish as a result. He and his brother had already faced too many dangers, and every time they were caught off guard, bad luck suddenly jumped in front of them.

Wrapped in a blanket, Mendeen stood quietly, and instead of sleeping by the fire like everyone else, he felt that the silence of the night was more important than the security that the light of the fire could bring, and he had been in the habit of sleeping when it was dark since he was a teenager.

He was a little worried about Udysien at first, and he walked gently past Edion like a dexterous cat, who was obviously already worthy of being called so, and walked over to his brother, who slept soundly and snored intermittently, and Selenthia was not near him.

The girl was not here, and Mendeen felt a little regretful. Ever since Achillios' death, he has hoped that his brother and girl would accept each other again, and that they would need to be warm to each other.

Of course. The elder brother still blames himself for the Hunter's death, and Serencia had given up on winning over Udisian.

I hope my worries revolve around such worldly love, Mendeen said to himself, "it would be too simple."

But if Udysien didn't face any imminent crisis, why would Mendeen wake up from his sleep? He had been thinking about it as he crept towards his sleeping berth. There were no nightmares and no unusual sounds were heard. Supposedly he should be able to fall asleep quickly.

Mendeen looked around again, and saw that there was not even a companion around, and there were often undead wandering around. But because of his existence, the other party hid for a while and didn't dare to show up directly. Not only did their party leave Toraga, but they were also accompanied by dozens of undead, most of whom had died in the battle against the temple.

Many of the undead were scattered halfway down the road. But there are also new souls joining in on the journey. Most of these are unlucky hunters or travelers. Died because of the omnipresent danger in the jungle. Like the undead before them, the newcomers tried to ask Mendeen for something, but when they found out that they had found nothing, they gradually left.

But they rarely disappear at the same time.

Mendeen turned curiously to the edge of the camp. His eyesight is far better than that of most ordinary people, but he can only see a cloud of shadows.

But at this moment, there was a slight shaking on his right.

"Come to me......" he whispered.

It was the first time he had used the spell, hoping to summon the ghosts to him. Normally, Mendeen would not provoke the undead at all. But this one obviously meant a lot to the brothers, so he needed to find out.

But it didn't float forward with the call. In fact, the more Mendeen looked at it, the more he was not sure if he had really seen it clearly. Now it looks like a fern or some other plant, not a person.

The sensation continued to irritate Mendeen's nerves, and he exhaled in exhalation and strode into the jungle. He knew that it was a bit risky for him to do this, and although those disturbing insects avoided him, who knew if the beasts that the Toraga people spoke of would give him face.

In his eyes, the jungle in this night was so lovely, like a charming and mysterious woman. The danger lurking in the darkness made the woman even more exciting. As he descended into the woods, he kept wondering what would happen to him. Ever since he became an adult, he no longer remembers what fear was.

Mendeen noticed that he was approaching the object, but he felt like he had never seen anything like it. He sensed that the other party seemed to have spotted him and was retreating backwards.

Suddenly, a hand was on his shoulder!

He immediately turned away, but saw no one.

"Who are you?" Mendeen asked in a low voice.

The whole jungle is silent, some too quiet, and usually as soon as the sun sets, it is filled with the chanting of various insects. This jungle may contain a thousand times more species than Seram, but now there is no sound of insects and beasts. All animals, big or small, were collectively speechless.

Just then, Mendeen suddenly heard the rustle of leaves on his left, and a two-legged object flashed from the far corner of his vision.

"Don't play any more tricks on me!" He roared and said, "Show up! Otherwise......"

He didn't know what would have happened if he had said "otherwise". As with every danger he had ever encountered, he suddenly recited a series of incantations that were so old that even he didn't know what he meant, and these spells had saved his life more than once, but he didn't know if he would be able to keep himself safe this time.

Suddenly, it reappeared to Mendeern's right. Mendeen involuntarily uttered a incantation, and a short gray light illuminated the nearby area.

But he didn't see anything.

"No ......"

Mendeen exasperated in exasperation, not believing that there was nothing under this light!

"No ......"

This must be an illusion! Or some ruse, he pondered with annoyance. This is the only way to explain, but he is also determined to find out the truth, and there is only one person Mendeen can think of. Only she would do such a boring and dirty thing.

"Lilith......" Mendeen immediately regretted his danger at the thought of the name, his pitiful strength was not worth mentioning in front of the witch.

There is no doubt that she is ready to deal a fatal blow to herself, but what is not yet to come? Obviously, Mendeen must have died an ugly death, and he would have to go through a lot of inhuman torture beforehand.

Oddly enough. But the Grim Reaper has delayed his future visit. Isn't that what Mendeen has done with all his might?

He wouldn't show the slightest cowardice to the witch if his death would help his brother. Or at least if he's a wake-up call, that's all he can do now.

"Very well, Lilith, I can't escape your clutches. Come on. Let me see what you're up to! Mendeen's desperate voice echoed through the jungle.

He didn't expect that he would be able to shout these words smoothly, and he felt a little more hopeful. Mendeen felt that even if those spells didn't allow him to survive, they should at least give him a little more chance.

There was a sound in his ears, a strange beastly howl, followed by a dull thud, like some huge animal running wildly and crashing into a trunk in the dense bushes.

Mendeen stared closely at the howl, as if he saw a very dangerous animal standing under the thick trunk. When he saw that the thing was motionless, he finally mustered up the courage to slowly approach it.

That's a demon. A captive with a sharp arrow stuck in its throat, about half an inch between its helmet and its breastplate. The arrow hit its space accurately. Mendeen walked slowly forward, still staring at the arrow, which reminded Mendeen of a painful memory.

The captive looked up, stared blankly at Mendeen with the two black pits in his eyes, and then reached out and grabbed him.

Mendeen then uttered a series of spells that he had already used on the demons at Mayor Eisen's mansion. As he cast the spell, the captive's grip on his hands suddenly twitched violently, and a strange sound burst from between its lips.

The captive fell to the ground again, but the arrow stuck in its neck hung from the tree, allowing it to survive without falling at Mendenn's feet.

Without hesitation, Mendeen immediately placed a palm on the feared warrior's chest, and another spell flowed out of his mouth fluently, and it was in Pasa that he had tried his first knife attempt.

A black cloud that could barely be seen by ordinary people rose from the captive's body. It hovered for a moment in Menden's palm. He stared at the black cloud, and clapped his hands at the end.

The black cloud vanished immediately.

"Don't you want to continue to do evil." Mendeen said with confidence.

No matter what disguise the dark power could give to this captive in the past, even if it looked like a human again, it was only a thing of the past, and this corpse would never have the power to move again.

Someone must have reached out to him before, otherwise this demon wouldn't have been so easy to deal with. Mendeen touched the arrow, and was dismayed to find that the shaft was covered with dirt, as if the arrow had killed the captive on its own.

"How is this possible...... He's no longer alive......" Mendeen muttered in disbelief.

Life is like a beautiful robe, but it is fleeting.

Although the thought suddenly flashed through Mendeun's mind, he did not suspect that it was his own thought, he had suspected that there was another soul in his mind, which had been guiding him to save the day, and the thought of this possibility made Mendeen even more anxious.

"No!" He roared loudly into the darkness in front of him, "He's gone!" Unless it's the devil who can change all that! He had already been buried, and I was there at the time! It's the graveyard I chose! It's ...... I chose."

He had chosen to bury Achillios next to an ancient building, and the stone used as a marker was very similar to the one they had found in Selam.

Suddenly, Mendeen was stunned by his reckless behavior, why did he choose such a place in the first place? It's like something was encouraging him to do it, and he didn't care about it.

Mendeen shook his head and walked back. But then he bumped into the others.

Mendeen immediately turned away, staring dumbfounded, Achillios' white, mud-stained face facing him.

Astroga is a demon with big ideals. It used to be Diablo's right-hand man, and after years of following the greatest demon king, it has indeed benefited greatly. It had been annoyed by the fact that it had been subservient to Lucien, but the archbishop was actually Mephisto's own son, so it could only sigh at its current situation.

But Lucien is now a bit of a gossip, and as an archbishop, he should be doing everything according to order. But since his last inexplicable return, everything has changed.

Couldn't it be seen that there was something wrong with it, and he swore that the guy who had now stolen the archbishop's throne was definitely not Mephisto's son.

But...... But. Who can pretend to be Lucien?

The demon moved into its webs in the shadows, which were located in the towering towers of the Trinity's main temple, where Astrorga belonged to the Dialon cult, and was the mortal illusion of its true master, Diablo.

The spider that is incubating its eggs is crawling its offspring everywhere. Big or small. The largest can even match a human head.

Astroga is the archetypal demon with many forms and incarnations, and now, it has the form of both an arthropod and a human, and it looks creepy. Astroga has eight limbs, larger and stronger than any spider, which can act as arms and thighs in different environments.

Each limb has sharp chelicerae at the end. This allows it to easily tear open the tender flesh of its prey, which can then be sent into the stomach pouch without much chewing. Its sharp teeth looked like files, and Astroga's body looked similar to that of a human, but with broader shoulders, which of course could change at any time, depending on its mood.

It has eight smaller limbs on the top of its head, each with what looks like a human hand at its end. They can easily deliver their prey to their mouths, and they can catch the parasites that cling to its black fur-covered body, which is at best an afternoon dessert.

Its eyes are crimson compound eyes, with no pupils present at all. Through these compound eyes, Astroga could easily see all the directions in front of him, and his vision was not only beyond that of all mortals, but even wider than most demons.

With the help of these compound eyes, it can see even the deepest depths of the Burning Hell, and thus can make a small report to its owner.

In fact, Astroga should have reported the current situation to his master a long time ago. It just didn't want to provoke King Diablo's wrath easily, because for a demon of this level, it wasn't a big deal for Lucien to kick the spider away as a normal bug.

Another reason why the Spider still can't make up its mind about whether or not to report it is that it has been trying to assess Lucien's anomaly.

If it turns out that Lucien is no longer suitable to lead the Triune Cult, then it is logical to find a more suitable person to replace him, but given Mephisto's enormous influence, this must be quite difficult.

And the other Demon Kings will certainly not sit idly by and watch their own descendants be robbed of their dominance, unless all of this proves to be of great benefit to the burning hell.

With this in mind, Astroga has been concocting its own plans.

This mortal, this Udisian, he has so much potential that the threat to Burning Hell is simply immeasurable. Humans can become the most powerful weapons in the hands of demons, and thus bring the Burning Hell to the final victory in this long war, and those false angels are no match for them.

But the good side of humanity is very likely to lead them to the feet of the High Heavens, but sooner or later, these mortals will make the winged warriors who seem to be resolute and pious so sick that they want to vomit, and the demons have now learned it.

With this in mind, Astroga has been concocting its own plans. This mortal, this Udisian, he has so much potential that the threat to Burning Hell is simply immeasurable.

Humans can become the most powerful weapons in the hands of demons, and thus bring the Burning Hell to the final victory in this long war, and those false angels are no match for them.

But the good side of humanity is very likely to lead them to the feet of the High Heavens, but sooner or later, these mortals will make the winged warriors who seem to be resolute and pious so sick that they want to vomit, and the demons have now learned their power.

Astroga held up a human arm and carefully sipped the remaining blood from it, while the children ran happily to the remainder of the corpse.

Poor young acolyte, who in the temple would pay attention to his murder now. Lucien had always allowed it to occasionally get an innocent person to eat, but what other demon had such worldly hobbies?

But just as it was finishing the last sip, a strong sense of fear suddenly swept through Astroga's body. The demon immediately dropped that arm and followed the fleeing spiders into their most hidden corners, but unfortunately not any hiding place could keep them away from potential threats.

Barely audible sounds gradually filled the room. The sound grew louder and louder, and the frenzied tone caused a pimple on its bristly covered skin. Astroga could feel their pleading, their despair helpless. Their pain made even the spider, who had been doing evil for hundreds of years, tremble.

Then, its eyes barely saw a large looming figure far from the place of refuge. It floated towards the spider like a huge black shadow, but when she could see it more clearly, Astroga noticed that there were countless human and demonic faces in it, and they were rushing towards her like a torrent. The faces kept dissolving together, so much so that it couldn't see any of them clearly, and it was a nightmare.

As the terrifying thing approached, Astroga suddenly caught a glimpse of a fiery red figure, its massive fists with black claws, its face terrifying from its rotting skull, and its burning eyes that impressed the spider. Its scaly forehead was wrinkled, and on top of it were two long, large, curly horns that only the craziest ram could possibly possess. But the thing vanished in an instant, replaced by a skeleton in rusty armor, and through the cracks in the equipment, its rotting entrails could be seen crawling with maggots. Immediately afterward, the skeleton turned into a giant reptile, with a pot-bellied poop like a frog and its tongue split into four branches. Its mouth was wide open, and it looked like it could easily swallow an adult ...... Or spiders of similar size......

The reptile was constantly jumping back and forth in its field of vision, interspersed with continuous screams. But at the end of the day, a powerful voice came from it, and the force represented by this voice could easily crush even the poor body of the spider. (To be continued......)