The wilderness of the far west, adjacent to the furious sea, the long coastline is no longer synonymous with vacation and leisure, but has completely become a paradise for the god of death.

Dead silence, desolation, roaring sea breeze, mountains of giant beast skeletons, and a black castle that stands like a javelin above the sea, guarded by hard, rough rocks weighing more than dozens of tons.

The City of Black Hell.

The granite stone wall with a thickness of several hundred meters, the solid and tall city wall, and the dense piers and terraces are enough to make all those who covet its existence deeply understand what it means to be a copper wall and an impregnable wall.

It does not seem to be a city, but a mountain, a mountain that can only be seen forever from the wilderness, or rather, it is a great cage, a cage that sinks forever to the bottom of the sea.

One prisoner in one city!

The ocean in the new era has long been a forbidden area for mankind. The clouds that cover the sky will never disperse, and the layers of earth-shattering waves will never stop. The murky waters roared again and again towards the rough and hard stone walls of the Black Prison, panting and spitting out patches of tumbling foam, and the musty smell of swaying seaweed, faintly visible mutated sea creatures that could no longer be called fish.

On the steep rocks of the seashore, dozens of black-armored soldiers in armor with ridge-like helmets covering most of their faces, and only two eye holes exposed, facing the ocean, with their backs to the wilderness, stood in a solemn line and waited silently, waiting for the final opening of the city gate, which required nearly a hundred mammoths to pull up.

Unlike the spear-wielding black armor outside the Lost Trench, these people didn't carry any weapons, their fists were their best weapons.

A fist like Camilla's, simple and brutal.

Everyone in the queue exuded a thick evil aura on their bodies, and there were faint bursts of coercion, the coercion of domination.

Each of them is a master, several times stronger than the former hurricane girl Eris!

The gates of hell slowly opened, and the thick shafts of the gates were already rusty, and there was a low, piercing grinding sound from the thick shafts covered in green spots, and a salamander dragon covered in fiery red scales stepped out.

It was an adult salamander, its body dozens of meters tall covered with fiery scales like charcoal, and pieces of chain mail woven from black metal covered most of its body. The hideous dragon's head raised slightly, looking coldly at the violently changing clouds in the sky.

Compared to this adult salamander, the salamander sacrificial beast that used to be may only be regarded as a toddler.

On its back was a cage made of an unknown alloy poured from a single piece, and countless thick chains locked the cage to the salamander's broad back, and large streams of turbid water were still trickling down from the wet cage to the fiery red scales, turning into a large mist and dissipating, accompanied by a burst of "snort" sounds.

The rickety figure in the cage was looking at the sky with his hands in his hands, and he was smiling.

Finally left the cold and dark seabed!

The heavily armoured, cage-laden salamander roared to the sky, and suddenly stretched out its wings and flew off the ground into the wilderness.

The black-armored soldier who had been standing silently outside the city gate also began to run, following the giant beast that was quickly passing by at a low altitude into the wilderness, and roared towards the direction where Yuxi City was.

None of them said a word, and in their eyes, there was only the rickety figure on the dragon's back, and all the creatures that stood in their way were smashed to pieces.

Whether it's the mutated creatures that don't have time to dodge, or the jungles that are dense enough and vast enough.

They had to make sure that the prisoners could reach the Marquis intact and in time, with their fists, or with their lives.

Before nightfall, Lowe returned to Alik, and he was to stay at Alik for the last night, by the side of Yi and his companions, quietly waiting for destruction to come.

Alik's preparations for battle were done in a hurry, because the destruction came so suddenly, and the injuries that suddenly came to the underworld were not even fully healed.

Alik's voicer Panis confesses to all the strangers who are attached to Alik, to the inhabitants of Alik's impending disaster and possible fate, and she gives everyone two choices.

Leave, or fight.

Some people chose to leave, including some mid- to high-level Abilities who were attached to Alik, and even the older brother of the Dupont brothers and Caroline, Alik's chief intelligence officer.

The bearded brother who opened the tavern chose to stay, he was reluctant to leave the tavern he had run for most of his life. Even if he dies, he will choose to die on the way to protect his tavern.

These people are not afraid of radiation rain, they don't think that Alik has enough of a bright future to be trusted, and they have enough capital to ensure that Yue Sai City will accept and shelter them.

Abilities, especially half-step super-level abilities like Caroline, can make a good future in Marquis Begu's Yuxi City.

Those who chose to stay either had the idea of co-dying with Alik, or were simply forced to do so.

These inhabitants with only one or two abilities, or even none, would not dare to walk in a wilderness that was already filled with radiant rain. Regardless of whether or not they will be eaten by the ubiquitous mutated creatures, the rain of radiation that has become heavier and heavier is enough to kill their fragile lives.

None of the members of the Night Mercenary Team left, and Panis had hoped that Heber would send Lisa to Yusai City, but Lisa refused.

She has long regarded Alik as her home, and the people of the night as her indispensable family.

It is difficult for the lost dog to survive in the wilderness, perhaps without any special abilities, and Lisa, who is quite beautiful, will not die, but what awaits her is definitely a tragic fate that she does not want to accept.

Alik had no tall walls, no artillery to intimidate his opponents, and even the few heavy land chariots that were left were given to the Dupont brothers by Panis.

Dupont Sr. was old enough that he could no longer withstand the erosion of radiation rain, and Caroline, the woman who would always be in the right place at the right time, might feel that being by the side of Dupont Sr. was the most suitable position for herself.

The chief had ceased his teachings, and gathered his devotees, who could not walk alone in the rain-shrouded wilderness, in the school, and began to chant a desolate and sonorous hymn.

Along the gray road,

The clouds and mist are broken,

The scorching sun of the twins sinks to the bottom of the lake,

shadow elongation,

In the confused Alik.

The swaying night is full of darkness,

The moon of eternity is withering,

In the Lost Alex.

The soul song chanted in the old days,

In the wilderness where the king's ragged clothes fluttered,

They will pass away and never hear of it,

In the hope of revival of Alik.

My soul has sung,

My voice is not dead,

The soul dies and is not praised,

Tears did not fall,

will bloom brilliantly,

Alik irrigated with blood.

……

The chief's voice was slow and long, and the old chant echoed through the stormy school, accompanied by the sound of rain beating on the window lattice, into the wilderness that had long been swallowed up by darkness.

With the chanting of the chieftain, with the increasing rain of the night, with the sleeping wilderness that was no longer silent, Luo's figure appeared at the door of Alik's base.

His figure stood out in the gray rain, bleak and thin, and the blinding searchlight swept over him, stretching his shadow like a rusty iron nail in the wilderness.

Luo's eyes looked at the newly built school on the square, where he was persistently cared for.

Yi, who was wearing a half-worn long dress, was standing on the threshold of the school, looking at Luo from a distance through the endless rain.

Luo's deep black pupils and Yi's blue pupils looked at each other, just like when they were children, giving care and gaining trust and dependence.

Holding the chief's black lamb in her arms, she didn't run to the attachment in the rain, she didn't even open her mouth to call out to the lonely figure.

She was mature enough to know that he was guarding with his life, guarding what he thought was worth protecting.

The Thorn Bird, from the moment it leaves its nest, is looking for the thorn tree that belongs to it. It will plunge its body into the longest, sharpest thorns in order to sing a song that is only sung once in a lifetime, and life blooms in the song and ends in the song.

The most beautiful things may only be exchanged for the deepest painful creations, because they are beautiful, so they forget the pain. Because of the severe pain, we can cherish the beauty more.

Yi smiled, at Luo, at the wilderness, at herself, at the end of her novel.

Brilliant and silent.

Lowe withdrew his gaze and looked at his companions who had torn through the rain curtain and were striding towards him.

Panis, who was still like a wild lioness, who was like a shadow, Phir who grinned, Heber who scratched his head, Julius who snuggled up, Walker who carried a huge bow, and even Sean, who was still stinking of copper in a thick isolation gown.

Except for Caroline, who had left, all the members of the Night Mercenaries stood in front of Lo.

"Hi my dear vice-captain, you seem to be late. We've unanimously voted to defend the glory of the night with the weapons in our hands, and maybe this battle is a good opportunity for the night to become famous. ”

Panis whispered to Lowe, a wild, sexy smile on her face.

Lowe's gaze swept over his partner's face, toward the messy buildings of Alikne.

He saw the Adepts standing in front of his house. They could endure the radiation rain and still give up leaving, because behind them, stood their elderly parents, stood their wives with mutated tissues, and stood their children who were still in school.

He saw Bob, a rugged man from the northern ice fields, standing at the door of his tavern, raising a large beer glass towards Lowe, his lush beard like a burning flame.

He saw Lisa busy behind her, a woman patiently comforting a boy who remembered to stomp his feet because he couldn't remember the chief's poems, the same boy who had waved the half of the brick in his hand at Lo in the ruined city.

He also saw the chieftain.

The chattering and mysterious chieftain, still tall and bright-eyed.

Luo's whole life has been on the run, killing in the run, surviving in the run, and growing up in the run.

This time, he didn't want to run away again.

He turned and looked into the dead and vast wilderness, in the direction of the town of Nirvana, and finally raised his head and let out the first loud and mournful roar like a baby crying.

If you choose war, then I will give you war!