A blood-colored red mist filled the night, like a living beast, engulfing the entire manor. Under the tumbling and expanding red mist, the tentacles of spiritual power were intertwined like spider webs, just like the blood vessels of this giant beast, extracting nutrients from the land below him and transfusing blood for this expanding giant beast......

Surrounded by that negative spiritual energy, people who are not strong-willed soon fall under the wave after wave of spiritual impact, and their original consciousness gradually dissipates, and finally becomes a soulless marionette, becoming the most loyal servant of Chaos, to hunt down those who are stubborn, and gnaw flesh and blood from them......

In her deep sleep, Lacey was suddenly caught up in the noise outside the house. As a servant of the manor, he was responsible for helping the gardener take care of the garden, and he had a separate room, no more than the shack in the corner of the manor, like those lowly servants.

Rubbing his eyes, which were not yet fully open, he lit the oil lamp on the table with flint.

Just as he was about to pick up the oil lamp and go out to see the situation outside, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps outside the room, and then the wooden door of the room made an overwhelming sound as if it had been hit by some heavy object.

"Whoever is outside won't even knock on the door-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the wooden door slammed open.

Looking at Sem who appeared at the door, a hint of surprise appeared in Lacey's eyes.

"Sem? What are you doing here? ”

Sem didn't seem to recognize the friend, and let out a hoarse growl in his throat.

Just as Lacey stepped forward, trying to figure out what was going on with her friend, Sem suddenly lunged at him.

"Let go of me, Sam, you're crazy!?"

Nails almost pierced the bones in her shoulders, and Lacey struggled desperately. Just as he tried to kick the unreasonable Sem away with his foot, the red-eyed Sem suddenly opened his bloody mouth and bit down on his neck, tearing a large piece of flesh from his neck......

Lacey, who didn't even have time to scream, stared at Lacey, who was about to bulge out of his sockets, was breathless.

In the struggle, the oil lamp was touched to the ground.

The grease that spilled on the floor ignited the bed behind the two of them......

In the side building of the manor, screams came and went, servants fled in panic, smoke everywhere, smoke everywhere, living dead eating flesh and blood everywhere, and the whole manor was instantly reduced to a terrible hell......

The fire spread from the side building of the manor to the main building of the manor.

Awakened from her sleep and found that the fire had spread, Delia didn't even have time to put on her shoes, took a cloak from the hanger and draped it over her pajamas, and hurried out the door barefoot.

Running in panic, she shouted helplessly.

"Father!"

"Daddy! Where are you? ”

"Ahem—"

The stairs were blocked by flames, and it was impossible to go down at all, and this was the fourth floor, and it was impossible to walk through the windows. Through the window, she saw her brother, Master Weston, leading the manor's guards against the mob.

The thugs seemed to be red-eyed, and they were not afraid of swords, and rushed towards the spears of the guards. Master West wielded his sword to resist, but in the end he was outnumbered and fell under the siege of the mob.

Just as Delia was in despair, a figure emerged from the flames. Dressed in the leather armor worn by ordinary swordsmen, and carrying a long cross sword in his hand, he swung his sword to split the falling firewood, stepped through the corridor filled with flames, and walked towards her.

Delia's eyes widened and she cried out in surprise.

"Master?!"

"Stay there and don't move."

Morris, with a scar on his face, calmly stepped through the flames. Respected as a master, his attainments in swordsmanship, although he can't get a glimpse of the mysterious realm, is not the match of these walking dead. With such a long sword, he killed all the way from the first floor to here.

When he walked to Miss Delia's side, he slashed open the window with his sword, reached out and carried Miss Delia on his shoulder, and jumped into the garden of the atrium.

With his feet on the ground, Maurice's alarm suddenly rose, and he quickly protected Miss Delia to his chest, and rolled over to the bushes beside him.

Without warning, three dark green venoms shot from the center of the garden, two of which landed in the earth, and one shot through the flowers hit the fountain in the atrium, melting the marble edge through.

"Corrosive poison arrows!" Maurice protected Miss Delia behind him, the cross-sword in his hand was crossed to his chest, and he stared at Baron Fred standing in front of him with a solemn expression, and said word by word, "You are a wizard. ”

"Father!"

Delia's eyes widened and she wanted to rush at her father, but Morris grabbed her and blocked her.

"Stay behind me." Morris said lightly.

The baron exuded an aura that made him feel ominous.

"Perfect reflexes, I thought I could at least hit you with an arrow in that situation." Looking at Maurice standing there with interest, Baron Fred said in a relaxed tone.

"I've let you down." Morris said lightly.

"No, I'm glad," Baron Fred's voice was pleasant, "at least it shows that your strength is indeed worthy of the job of Delia's sword teacher." ”

“…… Why? Staring at the Baron, Maurice asked word for word.

"This is my manor, do I need to explain to you how to do it?" Baron Fred raised his eyebrows and said kindly, "Chaos has descended, the blood moon is in the sky, and there is no better day to offer sacrifices to our gods, and there is no better day to announce our existence to the world." ”

After a pause, Baron Fred looked at Maurice.

"Then Mr. Morris, I ask you one last time if you wish to submit to me."

"I'm sorry, I'm on Miss's side." The hoarse voice was unwavering, Maurice's knees bent forward slightly, and his eagle-like gaze locked firmly on every flaw in Baron Fred's body, "A murderous butcher is not worthy of my loyalty." ”

Acid poison arrows, but it is a witchcraft that apprentices can also use, judging from the fact that Baron Fred can only fire three poison arrows, he should only be an apprentice-level wizard. If it was a one-star official wizard, maybe Morris would be in a bitter battle, but if he was an opponent of a wizard apprentice, he was only one line away from spying into the mysterious realm with swordsmanship, and there was no reason for him to fail.

"Really?" Baron Fred shrugged his shoulders and raised his right hand slightly, "That's whatever you want." ”

Just as Morris was preoccupied with preparing for the fatal blow, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and snorted in pain.

At some point, a silver blade was burrowing in from his back and out of his chest.

Blood reflected the swordsman's suit.

The paralyzing poison spread from his chest and climbed up his fingertips, and the cross-sword fell to the ground with a "bell", and Maurice staggered and fell to the flowers next to him.

Turning around with all his might, he saw the angelic Miss Delia, looking down at him with an innocent smile.

The blood-colored red mist dyed the smile with a strange poignant.

"Great, master."

"Delia is really still loved."

"To reward you for your loyalty."

"Please stay by Delia's side forever."

Large mouthfuls of blood poured out, blocking the last words in his throat, and in despair of betrayal, Maurice's consciousness fell into an endless abyss.

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