Byron is a boy who has just turned eighteen, with golden semi-long hair, light blue pure eyes, well-defined facial features and a tall and strong figure, which made him secretly loved by many girls in his hometown Hulberg, and even some friends joked behind his back that he was as handsome and perfect as the former incarnation of the sun god.

But it was this God-given favor that brought him into today's fate, just because he didn't like his appearance, the son of the lord Baron Dana, Young Master Demps accused him of being the murderer of the girl Limmia, God is merciful, he never even dared to approach this famous beautiful girl before, because the fact that Young Master Demps had been chasing Livia for a long time was already known in the local area.

As a commoner, where did he dare to contact the woman that the noble lord fancied?

However, under the accusations of a nobleman, unable to prove his innocence, he was naturally recognized as a criminal, and then sent to a distant fortress known as the "Land of No Return" according to the Holy Code.

He had already suffered enough on the way, but when he arrived at the fortress, he was desperate to find that the rest of his life was even more miserable, and the soldiers here simply did not regard them as human beings, and their status was even worse than that of brutes!

And because of his appearance, he was also quite ostracized in the camp of atonement, and if he were not strong himself, I am afraid that the situation would have been much worse.

"Crumbs! Hurry up, speed up, and if you don't clean all these things before dark, you're not allowed to eat! The battalion officer, with a long scar in the corner of his right eye, urged him violently, and Byron quickly recovered from his painful memory, and at the same time quickened his hand again, trying not to lose the only meal of the day.

Suddenly, his eyes spotted a strange figure, ordinary height, black hair, obviously only wearing a coarse linen coat of the atonement camp, but it was much more elegant and noble than the Baron Diner he had ever seen, and the other party did not have to deal with the dirtiest and lowly work like himself, but stood quietly on the walls of the fortress, and the look of concentration seemed to be looking at something from afar.

A loud slap sounded, Byron covered his rapidly red and swollen cheeks, looked at the fierce battalion officer in front of him in fear, and did not dare to speak.

"Damn the wretch, let you work, not let you come in a daze, and if you dare to do this, you will be punished and confined again!" After saying the words of warning, the battalion officer ignored his bowed head and turned directly to check the work of the atonementers on the other side.

He lowered his head and continued to wash the bloodstained armor and weapons, all the trophies collected from the battlefield after the previous battle, but the filth on them remained unwashed until the arrival of their group of redeemers.

However, although he was working quickly, Byron couldn't help but raise his head to look at the figure from time to time, as if there was an indescribable strangeness in the other party that attracted him.

"Hey, don't look at it, that's a survivor who has survived two wars of atonement, especially the second time, there are more than 600 people in their group, and only one of them died, and that one battle was very tragic, it is said that even us and those devils of the dark dynasty have killed thousands of people." A small young man next to him suddenly spoke quietly, as if to show off his well-informed, and he didn't know where he learned about it.

"Wouldn't it? He survived alone? Byron's first sigh was not so much the strength of this survivor, but the despair of his future fate.

"Hehe, otherwise how can it be called a sin camp, it is said to be atonement, but it is just a death, and no one has been alive to be redeemed in fifteen years." The little man seemed to have broken the jar, but he didn't care about it, "But maybe this record is about to be broken by him, I heard that in the last war, this guy called Chardon killed at least eighty, no, a hundred Calestrians, and he actually survived the charge of the Knights, tsk, it's incredible!" ”

Byron, who had never experienced a knight's charge, had no idea what was going on, but he was a little bit unthinkable about killing a hundred enemies, oh my God, a hundred enemies? Wouldn't that have to be done by the heroes of the bards in the tavern?

In the evening, Byron, who had finally completed his mission and was about to return to the barracks to wait for dinner, suddenly found the man in the aisle, the survivor named Chardon, who was leaning against the end of the corridor, as if looking up at the starry sky.

This was also the first time he had seen each other in the camp of atonement, and Byron, who was inexplicably moved, walked quickly towards the other party at the risk of being punished by the camp officer.

As he got closer, the inexplicable aura on the black-haired man's body became more obvious and intense, elegant, and melancholy at the same time alienated, resistant, and dangerous, and there seemed to be a strange feeling that made people feel creepy, as if he was walking through a deserted cemetery, being watched by countless undead.

God knows how this feeling came about!

His throat moved, and Byron, who had plucked up his courage, whispered: "Mr. Chardon, I, my name is Byron, and it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

Hearing the voice, the black-haired man finally turned his head to look at him, but he still didn't say a word, and there was a strange sense of oppression in the silence.

"My hometown is in Hulberg, if you can get out of here and happen to be on the way, can you please tell Uncle Feige in the town, I'm all right, don't worry about me, Uncle Feige is the only blacksmith in the town, it's easy to find." Byron didn't know why he would make this request, but he vaguely felt that this man would be able to leave here after the last resort, and he also vaguely felt that the other party was actually a good-hearted person behind the indifference.

After being silent for a long time, he finally saw the man nodding slightly almost imperceptibly, and he was full of joy and quickly bowed deeply, "Xie Lu Xie, Xie Lu Xie!" ”

The busy, bad, and hard life continued like this until half a month later, on the forty-second day of Byron's arrival at the fortress.

With the sound of a long and quaint trumpet, all the redeemers were assembled, and then they were lined up at the front of the entire Fairmont Kingdom military array.

Byron clenched the spear he had just picked out tightly in both hands, his palms were sweaty with intense fear and nervousness, and he felt his legs tremble as he looked at the sword armor that reflected in the midday sun on the other side, and the seemingly endless neat queue, and then listened to the tsunami-like roar of the mountains in his ears.

Oh my God, do you really have to survive?

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his gaze to the black-haired man at the front of the atonement camp, the other party's not too tall back was so majestic and strong, people couldn't help but think of the iron cliff peak next to Hulberg, silent but indestructible!

He couldn't help but feel a feeling of envy in his heart, if only he could be as strong as Mr. Chardon.

"Charge!" The shouts of the fortress commander came, and immediately, the heart-rending roar of the battalion officer rang out, "Miscellaneous people, for honor, for salvation, charge!" Kill them all! ”

However, Byron just turned his head to look at the row of archers behind him, looking at the arrows they aimed at himself and others, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, damn atonement, damn the code, damn the kingdom!