As the night grew darker, Lopud led the three through the woods, clutching the road map that Nyasha had scribbled in his hands.

"You're crazy." Amoro, who was walking at the back of the line, repeated what he had said half an hour ago, "Where is the original Lopud?" How can you casually believe a strange rapor? What if it's a trap? ”

Draenor sighed and fell silent, he had been rejoicing that Amoro's speculation had been completely denied, but now he was completely stunned by his stubbornness. Truth be told, he himself felt that this sudden mission was a little weird, and he didn't even have a chance to ask why the woman had completely let her guard down after hearing Lopud's whisper, as if she had expected the exorcist to appear.

Thinking of this, Draenor didn't know whose decision to trust for a moment. Lopud was indeed suspicious of being angry, this was not like Nagseus or any other city, the rules of the civilized world were as elusive as floating clouds, and it was indeed inappropriate to make such a hasty determination to believe and help a survivor. The previous encounter in the werewolf village had taught him a good lesson.

And Amoro was suspicious of the woman named Niasa from the beginning, and the reality was in front of him, the innocent mother and son were standing on the edge of the precipice of despair, and the arrival of the exorcist Rao was the last hope to save their lives.

"You heard her too, the man named Leonid is very familiar with the island, and he has a good chance of being the key to helping us find the Lunar Seed. Of course, I also considered the possibility that this would be a trap, but so what? We're exorcists, hunters who wander away from campfires and wander into nightmares, can you count how many traps you've escaped from so far? ”

Lopud didn't look back, every word was enough to deny Amoro's speculation, even if it was clearly a trap, he had to jump into it without hesitation, because he saw that there was still a light there, and there was a possibility to save lives.

Breaking away from the borders of the ruins, the darkness suddenly grew heavier, and Draenor had to hear the crumbling sound of every step he took to make sure he wasn't completely overwhelmed by the viscous darkness. He heard Jeanne's brisk footsteps, and the movement of the exorcist through the forest from both the front and back, until a rapid tremor came into his ears from the side, disrupting the harmonious rhythm.

"Lopud......" Draenor paused, and without warning, he drew his fire gun and aimed it at the shadow on the side, convinced he heard something unusual.

It was the sound of two Rao footsteps...... No, even if there is a tacit understanding, it is impossible for two people to achieve such precise synchronization. It was a four-legged creature, and he could see the greedy eyes, which flashed from where they had stood, and now lay on their stomachs in the bushes and stared at themselves.

He was waiting for Lopud's order, but seconds had passed, and the exorcist was just standing there and not responding. Draenor didn't dare blink, maybe in a short split second the monster would pounce on him.

"Damn it!" He cursed, pulled the safety bolt aside, and pulled the trigger without thinking.

The crimson flames exploded in an instant, and then they were completely engulfed in darkness. Draenor pressed his finger on the trigger but couldn't fire a second shot, because at the moment when the bushes were illuminated, he saw the appearance of the beast, it seemed to be a crab, but it was two meters wide like a flattened cow, and the bullet was bounced into the air the moment it hit the carapace, and the dazzling light illuminated more "crabs".

"Amoro." Lopud shouted sideways, quickly pulling out the "thorns" from the wooden crate and rushing forward.

"Tsk, troublesome fellow......" Amoro shoved Draenor with disdain, swinging his broadaxe and slashing at the monster's head.

By breathing, the two exorcists had torn the disgusting creatures to shreds, one shook off the blood stains of the silver whip, and the other kicked the shattered corpses aside.

Jeanne smelled the peculiar smell of sea creatures, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose and take a few steps back. Draenor had only just come to his senses, and before he had taken a few steps, he could see the monsters as they were, they were not crabs, but a monster cobbled together from the stumps of sea creatures, with turtle carapaces on top of their heads, fish bones wrapped in musculature on their limbs, and the forelimbs that resembled crab claws were the heads of giant eels.

"I saw what they were, so I was thinking about whether there was a need to attack. These creatures have hard armor and guns do little to no avail, but they won't attack if you don't have exposed wounds on your body. Lopud said expressionlessly as he looked at the corpse pieces laid out in front of him.

"What are these?" Draenor subconsciously asked, fearing that Amoro would seize the opportunity to blame himself for his reckless behavior.

"Hermit crab, that's what I call it. But unlike the original owner of the name, they were originally parasites that lay dormant in the sand, and were accustomed to collecting the stumps of various sea creatures as their umbrella, and it must have been the smell of blood that attracted them here. Amoro showed surprising calm, slicing open one of the pieces of flesh with the blade of an axe, revealing the mouthparts of a white worm.

"It does smell blood...... I'm not the one in front of me, it's like human blood. Jeanne answered, bending over the remains of the strange creatures and bending down to observe the ground.

Draenor followed, and he noticed that the hermit crabs' footprints seemed to point to the same corner, a sand pit half-hidden by stone slabs, like some kind of artificial trap, with dried and blackened blood stains on the edges where the slabs touched the ground.

As Jeanne was nervously digging through the sand near the trap with her dagger, she suddenly turned to the exorcist and shouted:

"There's someone here!"

The crowd rushed forward, and Amoro embedded the other end of the axe in the gap, forcefully pushing the stone slab to one side. The moment the shadows in the bunker were dispelled, Draenor saw a figure almost curled up in a ball, a girl, with her long flaming brown-red hair revealing at the edge of her felt hat.

It's Niasha's daughter!

Lopud quickly reached out and dragged the girl back to Linmi, placing a wooden box behind her head, his fingers gently caressing her neck.

“…… She's still alive, but it's in a bad situation. Lopud quickly removed the jug from his waist and moistened the girl's shriveled lips as carefully as he watered a flower.

"Daddy...... Don't listen to the priest, he's a filth abandoned by Flora......"

The unconscious girl suddenly opened her mouth and muttered to herself as if in a dream.

"The lighthouse church has become a prison and it no longer brings us light...... There are only demons there......"

"Her wound was infected and her temperature was high. Jeanne, come and help me! Lopud looked up solemnly, pulling a blanket from his backpack and covering the girl.

"What's the girl......" Draeno muttered thoughtfully, subconsciously associating the mysterious church with the Seed of the Moon, but unable to comprehend what had happened to Leonid and his daughter there.

Lopud seemed to hesitate for a moment as Jeanne picked up the girl, and he continued to take a few steps forward, suddenly turning around and looking at Draenor solemnly.

"We've got to move on."

"Old man......" Amoro rolled his eyes.

"But what should this girl do?" Draenor was a little overwhelmed, and he wondered if the exorcist Rao had really been tied to a dead knot.

"It's only half an hour away from Niasha's shelter, and Jeanne has the ability to get this girl back there safely on her own." Lopud said firmly.

"Time is running out, we still have one thing to finish, go to the Lighthouse Chapel to see what the demon in this kid's mouth looks like, and take back Leonia's father from it."