The pace of the foot is slightly stagnant.

Amy naturally does not simply blame the feeling just now on his own delusion, in fact, since a few years ago, he has noticed that he is faintly different from other people, not in terms of physical structure, but in terms of mental heterogeneity - words that no one understands from time to time are just one of them, and more importantly, there are always pictures in his mind that he has never seen and knowledge that he has never been exposed to.

At first, he thought it was his innate ability.

But it wasn't until later that he found out that he had a premonition of death, and he faintly noticed that something was wrong - since the ancestors ignited the fire from the chaos, created order, and wrote history, the glorious descendants who inherited the blood of the ancestors could only awaken one extraordinary ability, even if it was the chosen one with the power of a single army, they could not be an exception, and their rich ability system was only a branch skill derived from a single root ability.

So, there must be something wrong with these memories.

It is different from the innate inheritance of the order bloodline, but a certain concept implanted in the future.

Thinking about a serious illness I suffered a few years ago, and the lost memories, it is easy to deduce that there is a secret in my body, and it is a rather terrifying secret.

But even if you know, what can you do?

He considered telling his parents, but instinctively didn't want to tell anyone about it, he had also consulted a lot of materials in the library, but in the end he couldn't find any solution to his situation, and he denied it at first when he could make himself stronger by exercising his abilities - his intuition told him that the aura of death was not an auspicious thing, and that it was very likely that he would actually die on it if he kept dying, and in the end, he could only cast his eyes on the darkness and chaos outside the world of order.

Perhaps it will be there that he will find the final answer.

But it's too early to tell, not to mention the Chaos Realm, which has been a forbidden area for life since ancient times, the vastness of the deep night alone is enough to hold him back now—he is too weak and too weak to have access to the secrets hidden in him.

As for becoming stronger, he lacks the means.

The ability of the descendants of glory is based on the inheritance of bloodline, and the acquired training can only deepen their own control of ability, so in addition to tempering their own bloodline, most of the glorious people will often ask special swordsmanship instructors to guide themselves in combat skills, so that they can maximize the advantages brought by their physique.

But unfortunately, whether it is to temper her own abilities or to practice her sword skills, Amy can't do it.

The former is difficult to grasp in the process of exercising because of the particularity of his ability, and it is very likely that a carelessness is not a precursor, but a ...... He really died in such an unknown way, and the cost of the latter to hire a special sword teaching was not a small amount, and more importantly, it was almost impossible for a truly first-class sword master to hire a powerless guy like him.

Moreover...... What is truly terrifying in the deepest night is not the demons, but the erosion of darkness and chaos.

Pure ability or pure swordsmanship is far from the blood of order brought by innate-even teenagers have to admit that the Glory Ones are really a bunch of old guys.

What's even more embarrassing is that the richness of the blood of order has nothing to do with the day after tomorrow.

Other words...... Resistance to chaos erosion is not a growth attribute, some things are born predestined.

Realizing this, the boy no longer demanded the improvement of his own strength, but instead focused on improving his knowledge and exploring the mysteries of order and chaos - it was not that he had gained nothing over the years, but he was limited by his identity, and his gains could only be called small, the biggest one was the meeting with Ignati, a traveler who had returned from the darkness, and learned a lot of knowledge from him that would not be recorded on paper, which greatly broadened his knowledge- Whatever other intentions there were, it must be admitted that he was of great help to him.

But it's not enough.

He had no confidence that he would survive the night.

Even if it's just the white area, it's full of demons that can't see the end at a glance, although for the glorious, ordinary demons are far from being difficult opponents, but the manpower is eventually exhausted, and they are in battle all the time, and they can't find any resting place where they can close their eyes with peace of mind, and their spirits have always been highly tense, even if they are real iron men, it is difficult to last for three months - not to mention, among ordinary demons, there are also high-level demons.

Amy has never met with the High Demons, but judging from the murderers who have transplanted the flesh and blood of the High Demons, he is not the opponent of the High Demons now, and if he really escapes into the deep night without preparing anything, it is very likely that he will not even live for a week, and he will be reduced to a sumptuous feast for the demons.

He needs power, but power doesn't come out of nowhere.

The ability of Death Harbinger has infinite possibilities to turn the tide, but it is simply not able to fully use it in head-on combat - and his sword skills can only be described as a layman, although he can wield it decently with his innate fighting instinct, which can be dwarfed by a true master, and there is a huge room for improvement.

Pity...... There was no time.

There was a lot of bad stuff in the lower districts, and it was hard for him to find a suitable teaching, as for returning to the upper districts—the boy frowned slightly as he glanced at the assassins searching through the gap—and it would be unrealistic if he didn't catch the culprits behind the scenes—after all, he didn't want to be stared at by a bunch of killers anytime and anywhere, and he might have a cold shot in the back.

Even if there was a precursor to death, he didn't want to die like this once when he had nothing to do.

The feeling of running out of blood, running out of life, sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness of eternal silence...... Absolutely, absolutely no one wanted to experience it, even knowing that it was his own ability, and more than once he had the illusion that he was going to - no, that he was dead.

What scares him even more is that he can't tell which ones are hallucinations created by the harbingers and which ones are actually happening.

His ability was so strange that even he was terrified.

Shaking his head, he didn't let himself continue to think deeply, firstly, it was meaningless, and secondly, now was not the right time to be in a daze - the patience of the killers was getting worse and worse, and the movements were becoming more and more rough and impatient, if he didn't hurry up to break out of the encirclement, he would be discovered by them sooner or later, although even if it caused a chaotic battle, he would not be able to suffer, but he did not want to come to a life-and-death fight for no reason.

Killing can't solve the problem in many cases, not to mention that the killers in the upper area are like wheat in the autumn, one stubble is cut, and another stubble will emerge in the next year, and there is no end to the killing.

Retracting his gaze, the Glory One marched towards its intended route.

You have to be quick.

The greening of the upper area is good, the shade is dense, and there are a lot of hiding places, but it is only relatively speaking, ten or twenty people can be searched in about three or five minutes, not to mention the general location of his last hiding place It is difficult to say whether it was seen by the assassins, if there is, then his current situation will undoubtedly become more critical, and the dozens of seconds delayed before due to distraction are even more fatal.

Of course, the teenager was not anxious about this.

The well-planned ambush had actually come to an end after the first salvo had ended, and the killers whose plans had been disrupted were just a group of guerrillas, and the threat to him was greatly reduced, and if he really had the heart, he could even rely on the advantage of the enemy to eat them up little by little.

But he doesn't plan at all to help the people behind the scenes settle the unpaid half of the employment fee.

As she followed the established escape route, Amy watched the killers' movements - it seemed that he was quite lucky, the smoke from the first volley of firearms obscured the view of the ambushers in the distance, and the assassins who were close to him were only delineated in a rather vague area because they were always on guard against him for a violent injury, leaving him quite a reasonable time to act.

Relaxed a little, the young Glory Man became more and more calm.

And yet—

Just as he was about to break out of the encirclement, he couldn't help but change his expression again.

- On the treetops not far away, there was a blood-colored crow quietly watching him.

"The envoy demon ......" the young man said word by word, no longer caring about hiding his figure, the whole person rushed out of the forest like a sharp arrow off the string, but after all, it was a step slower.

With the chaotic sound of crows flapping their wings, hundreds of crows converged in front of him to form a vague human figure, and then little by little outlined the limbs and facial features of an adult male: it was a very young man, with blue and blood heterochromatic eyes and long gray hair, a decent black evening dress and an elegant cane commensurate with his noble temperament, looking like a person who had come out of a painting, full of unreal and strange beauty.

But at this moment, Amy's heartfelt hope that the other party is really an illusory existence, really the person in the painting.

"You're pretty good at escaping," he pulled the brim of his hat, narrowing his blood-colored left eye, which always exuded danger, and the handsome young man's face flashed with a gentle smile that could be called a girl killer, "I almost escaped by you...... The little mouse of the Ulysses family. ”

The young Glory Man subconsciously took a step back, but quickly restrained the bitter look on his face: "I didn't expect the famous dark wizard to remember my name, I'm really a little flattered." ”

He took a parrying stance.

Even if the other party is really as powerful as rumored, he has the ability to precurse death, there is no need for him to be timid.

There is still the strength to fight.

He exhaled deeply, intently awaiting the attack.

Pity...... Nothing.

"After all, it's Ulysses, and there's a value to remember. The young man who seemed to have walked out of the painting just shrugged his shoulders, then reached out to give the crow that was fluttering at some point a place to rest, looked sideways at the crow's beak that was still faintly beating, and turned away, "That's it...... Ulysses was left with the last one...... But the Order isn't easy to do......"

The voice gradually blurred, and the boy clutched the hole that appeared in his chest at some point, and his eyes gradually lost their focus.

He's dead.