(5,000 words, large chapter)

A few days ago, in the small-scale harassment battle of the zombie army, Enola was obliged to give her strength to kill those zombies, but she fell into a coma without warning, if it weren't for Camillo's always concerned about his teacher, and he didn't forget to look after Enola in the battle, maybe there would be the first hero-level powerhouse in history to be trampled to death by zombies.

After a day and a night in a coma, Enola lay alone on the bed in the side hall, and now outside her compatriots were fighting with the main army led by Queldos, but Enola still could not wake up.

Enola seemed to have had a long, long dream.

This is the first time that Enola has had her own dreams since she lost her memory.

In her dreams, she seemed to return to that ordinary day, when Enola was just a beautiful peasant girl, unaware of the killing of the outside world, and would only live safely in a temporarily quiet village under the protection of human warriors, working hard.

In the past hundred years, she has almost forgotten the grip of the hoe, and Enola in her dreams is looking at everything around her very strangely. Consciousness was divided into two levels, one part gave Enola a very clear feeling, she seemed to know that it was a dream, but the other part was immersed in it, as if everything around her was real, immersed in the dream and unable to extricate herself.

Enola, who has lost all her memories, has also lost her hatred and her love for Josel. Belmont's regret was robbed of her memories, and it was not only strength and glory that she lost, but also the past that was entangled like a nightmare.

Now Enola, her soul has returned to the original point, and she no longer hates, but also... No more love.

Since when did an ordinary girl who couldn't even hold a sword become a Terran hero today? In her dream, Enola, dressed in coarse linen clothes, stroked a hoe leaning against the wall, and stood at the door of the warehouse looking out at the field. At this moment, there was only peace in her heart.

Like the undulating pool of water in an ancient well, Enola's peaceful eyes look at the peaceful fields.

Suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood, and a blood moon appeared in the sky, and the castle suspended in the sky landed, and from it came countless monstrous and terrifying monsters, who brought destruction and pain to mankind, and stained the peaceful earth with blood. The piles of corpses were taller than the mountains.

The field in front of Enola had become a barren land, with no more healthy crops, and only rotting corpses remained in the desolate clearing.

Leaning against the broken door frame, Enola looked calmly ahead with a ruthless and desireless gaze, as if the changes in front of her had nothing to do with her. The world of dreams is getting quieter and quieter, the wind is quietly resting, and the blood-colored waning moon is also at the moment of convergence. The world in front of Enola's eyes grew darker and darker, gradually spreading from the darkness of the sky to the earth, devouring everything in a rapid manner.

Enola, leaning on the doorframe, will eventually be swallowed up by the darkness. Surrounded by darkness on all sides, she had no way to escape.

However, at the end of being consumed by darkness, at the moment when that person appeared, everything was rewritten.

A man in a bright red coat. Appearing in front of Enola, he was like a light in the darkness, lighting up the path in front of Enola. This suave man. The deep eyes looked at Enola and handed her a hand.

"Come, I'll take you and slay those demons."

"But... But I'm just an ordinary person......"

The gentle man showed a soft smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, I'll teach you how to kill them." ”

Trembling and uneasy, Enola took the hand that the man handed her. In the moment when she was completely engulfed in darkness, Enola took the man's hand and suddenly disappeared from the dream. In the last dream, Enola, dressed in a black sleeveless suit, stood on the tallest tower of the city, and the crowds of people in the city watched her, chanting Enola's name and praising her exploits.

Do you feel it, a spiritual power that has the will of countless people? In this strange dream at the moment, Enola looked at the enthusiastic people from the first perspective, and felt a clear and clear will from these fragile and weak human beings. The belief and fanaticism of these people suddenly formed an indescribable spiritual force.

Blinded by hatred and regret in the past, Enola never noticed that there was a group of people who supported her without hesitation, blindly trusted herself, and fanatically supported herself.

Now that she had lost her memory, Enola's eyes had become much clearer, and she had finally seen with her own eyes a belief that had been converging from the will of countless human beings.

This is divinity......

Hovering on the edge of reality and fantasy, touching the memories that have been taken away from you, letting go of hatred and regret, and searching for the ultimate strength that transcends mortals. Enola, who had lost her memory, is now finally back to her wholeness.

It turns out that her transformation from a peasant girl to a legendary hero began at that time......

Since, holding the man's hand......

But when Enola stood tall and embraced by countless people, the man who had brought her out of the darkness had left her forever.

In the room of the side hall, a bright breeze blew. The sheets on the bed were blown by a gentle but powerful breeze, revealing Enola's entire body.

An invisible flow of air surged around Enola, and the formless and colorless air flow gradually lit up with a clear blue light. It was just a slow breeze, but it brought a dull sound of wind and thunder, like a thunderbolt brewing in Enola's body.

Enola, with her eyes closed, didn't seem to have woken up from her dream, but she slowly raised her hand, her fingers slightly hooked, as if she was holding another person's hand.

Then, she opened her eyes.

With such a firm heart as never before, Enola's raised hand slowly clenched into a fist.

A blood-colored moonlight streamed in from the window, echoing the azure air currents released by Enola. Sitting up from her bed, Enola heard the faint shouts of murder outside, and she looked out the window at a blood moon in the sky, as if she had returned to that night a hundred years ago.

Two different eras, but the same blood moon, hanging high in the sky.

Enola, who was full of pale blue energy, got out of bed barefoot, still wearing the white dress stained with mottled blood, and strolled to the side hall door.

Looking up at the blood moon in the sky, Enola took a deep breath. Suddenly holding her right hand, a dazzling azure thin sword appeared in her hand, a bright halo flowed on the sword, and a faint aura surged out, and before she saw blood, there was a belief that made people feel indestructible emanating from it.

An indestructible and incomparably strong will, converging into a psychic force that surpasses mortals, born in the praise of countless human beings, a power that Enola has never discovered in the past.

Now. She finally touched the boundaries beyond mortals.

……

Smoke rose from the land of the outer city of Doranbia, flames burned the ruins, and undead warriors and human soldiers shuttled through the ruins of buildings in the north, smashing together and creating a rain of blood. Among them was a figure covered in blood, he seemed to have inexhaustible strength to shuttle back and forth on the battlefield, the sword was curled and he threw it away and picked up the axe, and when the blade of the axe was notched, he picked up the axe and smashed it out, smashing several undead away.

Jory's appearance though is human. But his internal structure is different from that of humans, and as long as his blood is not exhausted, he will not feel tired.

He was like a war machine, shuttling through the ruins of the outer city. Every time his figure passed through the smoke of gunpowder, it meant that he had cleaned up a small piece of undead warriors.

Even on the battlefield where there is no time to take care of others, Jory's wandering figure has to be noticed.

…… This fierce man is simply crazy!

It's like a tireless perpetual motion machine. Jory is like the fierce firefighting hero, he runs wherever there are many enemies, and he goes wherever the human warriors die the most.

Chaotic battlefield. Before he knew it, behind Jory was a gathering of human warriors who followed him all the way!

Similarly, Jory's bravery caught the attention of the undead.

Riding an undead war horse to set off a death charge on the battlefield again and again, she uses the dexterity of the war horse to constantly keep a distance from Camillo and others, never approaching powerful humans, and any attack is just away, which can be seen in cunning! Those two heroes and a lord, even if they can cut these undead like vegetables, they can't be wiped out for a while, and the last thing the undead warriors who are constantly throwing into the battlefield is a war of attrition!

And at this moment, Queldos seemed to notice something.

As if he had finally discovered a troublesome figure among the human race who was qualified to fight him, Queldos pointed to the bravest of the human warriors.

"You, dare to stand with me!"

Jory, who picked up an undead warrior and threw it around like a club, froze at the hoarse roar and turned to Queldos.

Seeing that the person she was facing on the horse was herself, she laughed silently and lightly, and Jory threw the undead warrior in her hand out of the way like garbage, and took advantage of the situation to hook a weapon from the ground with her foot, and projected it vigorously towards Queldos.

"Why don't you dare, give me death!"

The whirling weapon burst through the air, and Jory's projected weapon slammed her hair back as it was about to hit Queldos.

I saw a pale face, without eyes, nose, or eyebrows, and a large eerie mouth that took up two-thirds of the face, suddenly opened its arc, and swallowed the weapon that Jory had thrown in one gulp.

"Uh-uh......"

Queldos sat on the back of the horse and roared in a low voice, his thin body began to tremble continuously, and the thick black juice gradually flowed out of her body, and finally in a roar like an abyss demon, Queldos's figure suddenly swelled into a terrifying black body.

With a body size of more than five meters, black juice dripping all over her body, and her huge head completely turned into a large mouth made up of fangs, releasing her true form of Queldos, she let out a long roar, abandoned her war horse and galloped all the way to Jori. But anyone who stood in the way of Quildos on this route, whether it was a human soldier or an undead warrior, Queldos lowered his neck and opened his mouth wide, as long as he passed by, he swallowed all the living creatures on this route in one gulp.

He had already discovered that there was a young man with unusual courage in his camp, and although Lord Morpheus was surprised, although he didn't know the origin of Jori, when he saw Queldos change his shrinking posture and release the prototype to rush towards the young man, he swept through the nearby undead warriors with one move, turned around and roared at Jori: "Little brother, flash it!" You're no match for her! ”

I was afraid that this young warrior like an eagle would have an impulse to meet Queldos. Morpheus definitely doesn't want to see a young fighter with unlimited potential. If the young man survives, the lord will be confident that he will be trained to become an even more formidable warrior in the future, with the bravery he has shown on the battlefield today.

Unfortunately, what Morpheus feared still came true, and Jory, like all hot-headed young people, accepted Queldos's provocation without fear of death, and met Queldos rushing towards him with one arrow.

Almost at the same time, the coat of arms of Queldos popped up a new directive.

[New Mission: Fight to Fame.] Your goal is to collect the dead military spirits on the battlefield, his goal. It is to gain fame in the power of human beings. He'll help you collect the dead in his own way, so make him a battle hero in the eyes of humanity in this fight. Reward... Unknown, Failure Penalty ... The Angels of Purgatory will knock on your door]

Queldos, who hissed and roared, heard the command of the coat of arms, but she still rushed towards Jory with more momentum, swallowing her big mouth instead of her neck all the way in front of Jori.

As long as you lose to this man in a gorgeous gesture, isn't it okay? Queldos already has a plan of her own, so she is ready to unleash her peak combat power. On the premise that all humans are concerned, and then create some coincidences, and lose to Jory gorgeously.

At this moment, Queldos couldn't help but think, is it. Are Jory and Demon Gentoshi really related? Why is the Demon Source Book able to provide convenience for Jory as if he were opening a back door......

It's better to be a relative of the Demon Source Codex, but don't be the one on the throne of Castlevania......

Just as Queldos was thinking, she opened her mouth wide and rushed towards Jory with an oppressive height of five meters. Judging by the difference in height between each other. Jory was in front of her, like an underage toddler. Perhaps due to the habit of eating, Queldos was the first habitual attack after getting close to Jory. Even if she opened her fangs and leaned over to bite Jori, the lightning-fast bite of the predator was the same for Queldos, no matter how fast she moved and moved, her fastest was always to swallow the prey yes predatory attack.

Outcome......

Queldos sent out a devouring attack, and she was instantly stunned.

If the tactile organs of his mouth were not hallucinating, Queldos felt as if he had swallowed something he shouldn't have swallowed.

I saw Jory's legs shaking around Queldos's big mouth.

Queldos will not be directly, the man who calls himself Jory...... What's going on?

I thought that Jory would dodge, at least resist, but to Queldos's surprise, the moment she swallowed, Jory stood in place, motionless and was bitten in the mouth by Queldos.

She had swallowed half of Jory's body now, and now there were countless undead warriors and human soldiers staring at her, would she swallow Jory or spit it out?

Now it's up to someone to tell her!

However, just as Queldos was extremely entangled, on the towering walls of the castle, a woman stood up with a clear blue light.

Her long black and smooth hair was windless, and her firm and calm eyes looked at the most conspicuous Queldos on the entire battlefield at a glance, and she held a thin sword with a blue halo in her right hand, and the aura that escaped from her body instantly attracted all those with keen perception.

Many of the undead warriors and human soldiers, temporarily abandoning their opponents, turned to look at the figure that appeared on the city wall.

Enola, with her black hair dancing in the wind. It seemed to be stronger than before, and it was embodied in a substantial light blue aura around her. At this moment, the human soldiers collectively let out a cheer of excitement, no matter how many brothers died, how disadvantaged the battle situation was, as if as long as Enola appeared, everything would not be a problem!

Just as the soldiers cheered loudly at Enola's presence, Enola, who was standing on the city wall, suddenly surged around her with a strong light blue wind.

This is not Enola's strength alone, it is the strength of all those who love her, those who support her, and those who worship her!

And when Enola's momentum skyrocketed amid the frenzied cheers of the human soldiers, Queldos, who was far away on the battlefield in the ruins of the city, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mouth. Queldos, who had just had a headache because she couldn't find a reason to spit out Jory, spit out Jory without thinking.

I saw that Jory, who had fallen to the ground, covered his forehead with one hand, as if some spiritual attack was constantly impacting his spiritual defense.

An invisible and colorless air flow surged around Jory, and gradually, this invisible air flow suddenly transformed into a colored blue light. A faint pale blue aura wrapped around Jori's body, and he gradually woke up from his confused consciousness, looking at his arm in some amazement.

He didn't seem to understand what was going on with the light blue whirlwind that was wrapping around him at the moment.

Inexplicably looked back......

Enola, who was surrounded by blue aura, looked at Jory from afar, the two looked at each other, this glance seemed to cross the barrier of space, and the two people who also released light blue qi echoed each other in an indescribable connection. (To be continued......)