After a dead silence......

The white light that blocked the view gradually receded, and it groped its way through the air to the center, solidifying into a white body.

"Full moon ......" Draenor looked up and whispered, he didn't know when he had regained consciousness, he looked down but couldn't see his body, like a lonely, floating eyeball.

The sound of the waves crashing against the reef was heard in my ears, and again and again, the dead silence was divided into countless irregular fragments.

"It's ......"

"Dreams."

A voice answered before he could ask, whispering to the surging of the sea.

"Imprisoning all the Canaanite dreams ......"

The sound of the sea slapping grew wilder and wilder, until a dark spray approached the full moon.

"How did I get here......" Draenor looked at the empty space, but in his eyes, the white moon was like a bottomless abyss, greedily and mercilessly depriving him of his thoughts.

The voice fell silent, and Draenor felt something force him to stare at the moon, as if to prove to him that something existed.

"The Ancients...... The supreme 'Flora', her child is about to come......"

The tide surged wildly, forming a massive wall that approached the shore, as if trying to swallow a stretch of land

Draenor looked around, and it was a pitch-black island, the ruins of the reef twisted to the ground, crushed to scum by some incomprehensible force like his own mind.

Then, the icy tide hit the shore, and the murky water deprived him of his vision, pulling his invisible body and sinking to the bottom of the sea......

……

Syllable!!

"Huh? Sister Jett, what are you doing? You need to get some rest now! ”

What was that...... It's noisy...... Draenor shuddered and opened his eyes, revealing a pure white room, his vision still a little blurry, but he could notice the puddle of black liquid on the ground on his right.

"I'm sorry, I saw you were asleep, and I just wanted to help him make some supplements...... Some absent-minded. ”

"Really, just leave it to me! Lie down! A voice said in a low voice, and the man seemed to sense the reaction on the hospital bed, and walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Are you awake?"

A pair of red pupils stared at him, and Draenor wanted to open his mouth to reply to the other party, but his lips seemed to be sewn up and couldn't say a word, so he had to nod slightly.

"Come on, Draenor is awake!" The man turned around and shouted, and in a few moments three or four more figures came to the bed.

"I'm really waiting for us to die, you've slept twice!" The red eyes leaned in front of him again.

"Mr. Delanor, can you speak now?"

"You ...... here"

"Don't rely on ...... Ahem, ahem! The cacophony of voices filled his brain, and he closed his eyes to reply to the crowd, but his throat was as dry and hot as if he had swallowed a soldering iron.

After a while, he tried to change his tone, "Don't get so close, the water ......"

"A little bit back. Jeanne, go open the window, our sick needs some fresh air. Someone brought a mug of warm water to their lips.

Gollum ...... Gollum ......

"Ahem! Phew, what the hell is this! The bitter liquid irritated Draenor's nerves, and he quickly sat up on the hospital bed and pushed the cup aside.

"Ou Yo? It's quite energetic! It's an herb that I concocted, and it can be a little bitter, but it's definitely good for your body! ”

Draenor rubbed his eyes, his vision finally returned to its previous clarity, and he formally looked around for a moment, Jeanne, Jett, and Vicilico...... It seems that everyone who knows is standing in front of him.

He turned his head to look at the window, the bright sunlight had fallen on the rain through the white curtains, and he could faintly feel the midday breeze.

"This is ......"

"Guild Hospital! Haven't you been here before? Look at you, you're stupid to sleep both. Jett, who was lying on the right side of the hospital bed, stood up with a wry smile, walked forward and patted him on the chest.

"Don't! Wound ......" He was about to reach out to stop Jett, only to find that there was no scar on his chest.

He suddenly remembered the last scene in his memory, turned to the crowd and asked, "The beast ...... Murderer, where is he? ”

"Dead, Mr. Tolopud's blessing, has been turned into a corpse by Dr. Vieteros. You're right, bestiality does exist......"

Dino solemnly took a cigar from his bosom and put it to his lips, intending to light it with a match.

"Smoke a cigarette and smoke outside! This is the hospital! Jett turned his head and shouted angrily to the captain, one hand already covering his nose.

"Got it, got it! Really, it's such an exaggeration......" The captain was taken aback, quickly reached out to catch the cigar that was about to fall to the ground, and got up and left the room.

"Mr. Lopud?" Delaeno looked to the side in confusion, and his gaze fell on a man in a three-cornered hat.

It's you...... Another Outlander......

The thorns around his arm were gone, replaced by a carved wooden box in the corner. The man known as Lopud took off his hat and tapped it on his chest, his black hair curling like seaweed over his shoulders, and his body floated gently to Langrano's side.

"You've been looking for me, why?" Still a little wary, Draenor reached out and motioned for the other party not to come any closer.

"It was Mr. Lopud who saved you at the time, don't be so nervous!" Jett interjected.

"Nervousness is inevitable, understandable, after all, the Canaanites are also rare guests in Abel." The man gestured to Jet with his eyes, "It's rude, can you please go down and accompany Mr. Dino first?" He should want to talk to you. ”

It was obvious that he was just trying to get himself out for a while, but Jett nodded knowingly and deliberately closed the door as he walked out of the room.

When the footsteps in the hallway had completely disappeared, Lopud finally leaned against the window and said, "It seems that the soothsayer has already mentioned me to you...... But he's not comprehensive, and my ultimate goal isn't to find you. ”

Lopud gestured the corner of his hat to Viklico, who was standing to the side, "It's her." ”

Draenor looked back at Viklico, and she nodded solemnly, as if she had become familiar with the outlander before she did.

"I am a Canaanite, a hunter from the north, to be exact."

"I have a lot of time, but I'd love to hear from you one by one." Draenor stared into the man's lake-blue eyes and said, "You should be familiar with the aura of Vikirico, as well as the Yazra and the beasts who are attracted to her, but I believe that hunting alone is not a reason for you to be willing to help." ”

"Indeed, if it were just a hunter, I could have shredded the beast and then turned away, and it was not my duty to save people."

Lopud raised his pale palm, his fingers spread, showing him the ring-shaped imprint on the second knuckle of his index finger, "And for an exorcist, it is necessary to do so. ”

The Exorcist...... Is it the existence of the cross to fight the demon?

Draenor remained silent, waiting for the other to continue.

"Long before the beginning of the Age of Sacred Miracles, a hunter from Northern Canaan trained a group of warriors born from potions for the raids of wild beasts and monsters, and founded the 'Ludwig Church' in Lapland, the home of all exorcists."

"Unlike the 'Legion of Dawn', who vowed to wipe out all the monsters, the purpose of the exorcists' existence is to maintain the 'balance between monsters and humans' and maintain the laws of survival left behind by the creators. But from centuries ago, our mission changed dramatically ......"

"We thought that those terrible and evil enemies were the creation of demons, but it turns out that there are no demons in this world at all. The so-called 'demon' is just our name for fear and the unknown, and it is a human incomprehensible existence......" Lopud raised his finger and drew a circle in front of him, as if to imply something.

"They are even older than the Creators, like those that are unattainable, ancient and mysterious......"