The dark magic that spread around Berlin has shrouded nearly half of Europe under a thick dark cloud.

A silver glow suddenly flashed against this desperate iron-gray background. The reflection at an altitude of 5,000 meters above the ground comes from the bright silver shell of the HO-229, a proof-of-technology jet fighter.

In the narrow cockpit of the fighter, Su Qin and Rhedia sat on the front and rear seats respectively, without saying a word, and even the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere. After a while, Su Qin ended his meditation and took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

"What do you want to do when the war is over?"

Hearing his words, Rhedia thought for a moment, and her eyes lit up with determination.

"Although the land is now full of undead, and it is foreseeable that the situation will not be much better in the future. But I'm going to stay here. I believe that there will be people who will survive even the most difficult circumstances, and I want to select like-minded partners from among these survivors, and then little by little recover and purify the land occupied by the undead. ”

"Then you have to think about it, it's definitely not something that can be done in a year or two. Perhaps, you will never see the day of victory in your lifetime. ”

"Well, I'm mentally prepared. As for longevity, that's not something I need to think about. Rhoedia gripped the strange pendant on her chest and said with half resentment and half sigh.

"You're only thirteen years old, wouldn't such a decision be too hasty?"

"If I could, I would also like to live in a peaceful and beautiful country, but my homeland is now shrouded in death and suffering. I don't want to...... I don't want to be homeless. Rhodia's deeper and deeper voice was mixed with a slight whimper, tears running down her cheeks. The drips on her hand holding the lever reflected the sun's rays.

Su Qin was silent for a moment, then reached out and rubbed Rhadia's head.

"Rest assured, I will stop them from opening the gates of hell. Then destroy the Book of Souls so that the undead will never return. ”

Rhodia turned her head to look at Su Qin, her elk-like moist eyes becoming red and swollen at this moment.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise." Su Qin couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

For the rest of the journey, there was still silence in the cabin. But that oppressive atmosphere has quietly left, replaced by another positive and optimistic atmosphere. Listening to the humming sound in his ears, Su Qin sighed silently.

In the previous successive battles, the prolonged wielding of the magic sword made him more and more familiar with this power. But at the same time, he also found that the psionic energy and the Force, which he had gradually begun to master, were suppressed and weakened to varying degrees. Just like putting three immiscible liquids in a container with a limited volume, increasing the power of a magic sword is like simply adding one of them. As a result, the other two liquids are bound to be squeezed, repelled or even spilled out of the container.

This is not a good phenomenon, no matter how strong the power of the magic sword is, the uncontrollable power is a time bomb after all, and it will cause immeasurable damage to itself and others at any time. The weakening of the Force and psionic energy caused Su Qin to become weaker than in the past when he didn't count the power of the magic sword. Therefore, in the face of the grim situation, he had to draw the magic sword again and again.

This act of drinking to quench his thirst will only lead him to gradually step into the cage called power and become a puppet in the hands of the magic sword.

In the near future, perhaps I will have to choose the most dangerous path. But....

Turning his head to look at the cloudy sky outside the cabin, Su Qin secretly decided in his heart.

These risks are nothing if the world is saved from the danger of destruction.

The silver eagle continued to rush towards its target, and at the same time, the tiny island off the coast of Scotland attracted a new wave of visitors.

"Hurry up, we must get to the center of this island before the time is pointed." U.S. Army Sergeant George. Whitthorn waved his hand to speed up the landing.

Without saying a word, the heavily armed Allied fighters crossed the coast, preparing to assemble and advance towards the center of the island. Before the team departed, a middle-aged man who was not dressed like a soldier stopped Sergeant George.

"Sergeant, we need to talk individually."

Although the other party was not an officer, Sergeant George shrugged his shoulders helplessly and walked with him to the side of the road.

"Well, it's only five minutes."

"Later, your people, they're going to need this." Trevor. Professor Brutholm took out a series of cross pendants from a wooden box made of rosewood. The occultist, who was then President Roosevelt's paraprofessional adviser, was also a professor at a college, but of course, the part-time job was not much directly related to his major. Hearing Professor Brutholm's suggestion, Sergeant George smiled disdainfully.

"Are you a Catholic?"

"Yes, but there are other reasons, it's hard to elaborate, and I can explain it to you in my free time when the mission is over." The professor paused, seemingly feeling very difficult to explain such a supernatural event to an ordinary person.

"Forget it, I think it's enough for them to have this." Sergeant George patted Professor Bruttholm on the thin shoulder, took out a pistol, loaded it, and held the barrel in front of him. "Well, you'll probably need that later."

"Oh, well, in principle, I hate violence. If only I could ......" Professor Brutholm withdrew his hand in embarrassment, as if a venomous snake with its tongue suddenly appeared in front of him. Sergeant George smiled contemptuously and put the pistol back into his pouch.

"Thank you." Professor Brutholm let out a sigh of relief, but soon looked up again and said, "I hope you don't take me for a madman, Sergeant Whitten. This thing ......"

"It's been three days, and it's too late to think about it, Professor Brutholm." Before he could finish his words, the sergeant walked back to the line without looking back.

"Alright, boys, let's go, really, it's a complete waste of time, there's nothing on this island but rocks and goats."

Faced with the stubborn Sergeant George, Professor Bruttholm had to catch up.

"Oh, I have to correct that. Sir, that's a ruin, not a rock. Professor Brutholm took a breath and tried to keep up with the sergeant.

"This is Trondham. The ruins of Abi, built at the intersection of the meadow and the rocky border, which is the boundary between the human world and the rest of the world..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sergeant suddenly pushed him to the ground.

"Nonsense! Hell, I hadn't heard the word "anomaly" a week ago. ”

"It's a paranormal phenomenon, which can also be called a supernatural phenomenon." Despite being splashed with mud, Professor Bruntholm persisted in correcting the sergeant's misnomer.

"Shut up, well, I have to admit. There is something else here besides goats and stones. Looking at the constantly shaking figure in the distance, Sergeant George involuntarily lowered his voice.

"God, there's a bunch of German devils here and the monsters they keep that they can't kill."

Hearing his words, Professor Brutholm had a smug smile on his face.

"Oh, they must have come here for the goats."

"Shut up!"