Muskets rang out here, filled with the screams and groans of those who had fallen to the ground.

The illusion was shattered in an instant, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The terrifying fantasies almost made everyone can't help but open fire, Anthony's thugs killed each other, and every terrifying fantasy was actually his own person.

The one who fired first had a chance to survive, and of course in the ensuing flurry of bullets, survival depended on luck.

The huge roar in the flash of electric light stimulated the chaotic scene even more, and everyone rushed to run for their lives, if anyone stood in their way, then kill him!

Here, anyone can be an enemy.

The rain had become heavy again, and the pouring rain had diluted a lot of the black fog, but the sky had almost lost its light, and those who were still alive had either fled or hid in the rubble shivering.

"God, save us, the power of darkness has overshadowed the earth, and the plague of witches has ravaged the earth,......"

Bane's face turned pale and he trembled as he read the prayer, and the originally elegant and decent priest was now frightened, and his clothes were so weak that he couldn't walk.

Although he had seen the witch hunts recorded in the books, the legendary heroes who saved the world from danger, the holy light given by God was said to be able to cut through the infinite darkness and bring guidance.

But now the only thing he could feel was the blood spreading, the stickiness of blood in the pool of water that his hands touched.

Sure enough, history is all glorified, and no one remembers how many soldiers fell behind a hero.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were placed on the pastor's shoulders, which made him tremble instantly, and he didn't dare to stop the prayer in his mouth, and tears were about to come out. Fortunately, the latter immediately identified himself.

"Be quiet, Bane, we'll get out of this ...... right away."

This originally annoying voice is like heaven at this time, it is Anthony, someone still cares about his life and death in this environment, and more importantly, Anthony has a medal in his hand and a chance to live.

Of course, it wasn't that Anthony had a conscience and came to save him, but he finally recognized one thing, the witch was much more terrifying than he had imagined, and he needed something in Bane's head.

"Let's go...... Sir, you are truly my angel......"

With one hand on Anthony's arm, he struggled to overcome the tremors of his legs to his feet, and with the fleeting brightness of lightning, he walked towards the foggy exterior.

As long as he can get out of here, Bane even swears in his heart that he will never think about the little girl who comes to church every day to pray, and try to spread the faith of God.

The sound of the rainstorm made the environment very noisy, and it was the best cover for their departure, but it was easy to get in, but not so easy to get out.

The sky was getting darker and darker, even the lightning could not illuminate the road, and the sound of thunder was fading away, as if vision and hearing were severely limited.

"Mr. Anthony, I don't feel right!"

"Keep moving, don't stop!"

Of course, Anthony knew that something was wrong, something was approaching, and the warning of danger that had been exercised between life and death was constantly sounding the alarm, and even made his head hurt.

Slowly, the voice receded completely, the vision was pitch black, and a red moon slowly rose from the darkness.

The lavender in the breeze was still full of brutal beauty, a sight never seen before, unlike the previous dead silence, at least this time, with Pastor Bane next to him.

"We're done!"

This was the only thing Bane could still say, although his legs trembled, he still tried to tidy up his clothes, and the time of death was just around the corner, as if he had calmed down a lot.

"How did you find me? I mean in such darkness. ”

"I think God will be moved to tears when he hears that he can speak such a large number of prayers fluently in such an environment. ”

Anthony muttered, then pulled out the medal and stuffed it to Bane.

"Finding a way to break the illusion is the key to whether we can survive or not!"

At this time, he could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, drew out the Mithril dagger, and looked around vigilantly, as if a giant wolf could jump out of any place.

But nothing appeared, even his warning of danger had disappeared, and apart from the strange red moon, the structure of this phantom world was so quiet that there was even a sense of peace.

A crisp melody came from a cabin not far away, a melancholy and euphemistic tune that someone was whispering about.

"It took me five minutes to figure out how to use the medal. ”

Bane ignored the music, at such a time, of course, it was safer to stay where he was, and the singing was definitely a trap.

"Oh my God, you're not going to use this gadget at all?

"Nonsense, I've never seen in the record that a medal can break the illusion! if we want to get out, give me a little time. ”

The two people depended on each other at this time, once one was not smiling, and the other was full of sacredness and nobility on the surface, and finally they were able to have a common topic, and through some abnormal methods to dispel the panic in their hearts - skin.

The dagger in Anthony's hand gradually waved in the air, and in this cold world, although he could not hear the sound of the rainstorm or feel the raindrops soaking his clothes, he could feel the rapid flow of physical strength with his body temperature, and he could only ensure that he could have enough reactions to face the sudden attack in this way.

"How long will it take?"

"Damn, I can't find it, there's no way it can get us out of here!"

The long wait made the two lose patience, and even wanted to drop this unreliable thing, of course, the idea was only fleeting.

It's been too long, and the long lull has begun to make the two of them bold, except for the initial panic of the unknown, the witch is nothing at all, an illusion, playing everyone around, gunpowder, bullets, bleeding and death, all of them are people of fear killing each other.

"We can't stand in this pair for the rest of our lives, can we go to the front hut and have a look, maybe we can pick up a weak witch?"

Anthony said as he strode towards the hut where the song had come from, and Bane could only follow closely.

Under the moonlit night, in the black shadows, Serena in a long dress stood alone among the lavender, the red moon was the perfect background, so that people could see the beautiful curves of the body, but could not see the face.

This is the curse in Serena's heart, this is the place where she lives, the place where her power awakens, the place where she kills and buries her parents, and the world that is abandoned and lonely.