There is no sunrise or sunset in the depths of the night, and the inherent concept of time is meaningless here, but human beings have always been creatures that exist on the basis of order, and the biological clock that has formed habits in the past still drives the reservist sword-wielding who have built the camp here to carry out their activities according to the original schedule.

Seven p.m. –

This is the time when most people end their hunting, and it is also the time of harvest, and it is the busiest time of the day.

The teams that go to the dark depths to hunt often return at this time, and after a day or several days of fatigue, most of them are not very high-spirited, and even some of the reduced teams are still full of grief, and only a very few lucky ones with a good harvest can keep some clear smiles, but they ...... Who knows how long this glass-fragile smile will last?

Precarious.

It's a reflection of all people's lives.

The reservist sword-wielders, accustomed to seeing all sorts of troops, were seldom moved by the sad, painful, or remorseful expressions on the faces of the other returnees, and they only insensitively tended the swords in their hands, waiting for the next day to come, waiting for the hunt to begin again.

But this time the returnees are different.

Very, quite, very different - when they appeared, they naturally attracted everyone's attention, even the returnees who were lining up on the altar steps waiting for the deal.

Murderous, beast-like murderous aura roared like a tide.

Along with that, there is a sticky smell of blood.

It can be said responsibly that none of the people who can survive to this day in the deepest night are simple characters - after the baptism of life and death, they have initially faded away from their former youthfulness and taken a firm and solid step towards becoming a real warrior.

However, even now, they can't help but feel terrified by this rich murderous intent.

This group of people...... How many demons have you killed?

It is a little lacking in momentum to describe it as a rainbow, and they are carrying a body of blood, as if they have returned from the battlefield in general, even if the clothes on their bodies are tattered, even if the state of the body has long fallen from the peak, but the courage built with blood still soars into the sky.

"That man...... It seems to be Neil. ”

Among the onlookers, someone said this in an uncertain voice.

Neil is not well-known in the camp, on the one hand, because he came early and is very capable of fighting, and on the other hand, because the entire camp is less than a hundred people so far, although there are few opportunities to communicate with each other, they can also be familiar when they look down and don't look up.

The reason for the uncertainty is just as simple, in the absence of communication, the relationship between each other is a nodding acquaintance, coupled with the bloodstained and dusty face, it is not easy to recognize - in comparison, the brown-haired and blue-eyed young man with an indifferent appearance in the lead, and the several men and women who followed him, are even more eye-catching, and none of the people present can see their origins.

"I heard that Neil seems to have joined a new team......"

Of course, it is not ignorant of everything, at least a simple conjecture can be made based on the available information: "There are not many teams full of fresh faces, could they be one of the few new teams that arrived here yesterday." ”

"Are the newcomers all monsters now?" I have to say that this speculation is logically tenable, but it is reasonable that not everyone can accept it.

"Wouldn't it be clear if you asked?"

There are also those who are relatively curious, but the final result is without exception after approaching this strange team, subconsciously stopped, and then fell into silence.

Instinct in the early warning –

Rushing to the past...... Will die, will be killed!

Even if he knew in his heart that this was probably an illusion born from too strong blood and murderous intentions, the pace under his feet still couldn't stop.

Even if there is a 99.9 percent chance of an illusion, that one percent ...... No one dares to bet.

There is only one life, and with a finite life to devote oneself to infinite death-

Not everyone's name is Amy Ulysses.

The reason why the young Glory Man dared to crusade against those special demons that others could not avoid with the physical fitness of ordinary people was that the detailed information collation avoided killing at first sight, and among all the remaining reasons, having the aura of death, the ability to wrestle with the god of death, accounted for the absolute majority.

He's going to die, but the demons can't kill him.

But there are always accidents in everything, and among the dozen or so people present, there are people who are not afraid of death who stand up and come out.

Well...... It would be more accurate to describe it as victory over death, no, victory over fear.

Amy stopped her steps and looked with interest at the maiden who was blocking his path—yes, the maiden...... He really didn't expect that the first reserve sword-wielder to stop him and dare to face killing and death would be a young girl.

She was of about medium height, her hair was just level with the eyes of the Glory, her short pale blue hair, which should have been bright, was now scattered like a bird's nest, and a beautiful facial contour could barely be discerned on her gray face, but what impressed him the most was the bright silver eyes that were as sharp as razors—she was a very strong person from the eyes alone.

"Hello," she held out her hand rather bluntly, not minding the difference between men and women, "Regana, from Illiktra, what should you call you?" ”

"Judas, Hemtika. Amy remained her usual indifference and detachment from strangers.

"You're the 'Last Survivor'?" the girl, or more accurately, Rigana looked him up and down, then nodded to herself, "Quite an amazing warrior—"

After a pause, he pointed out the topic: "What happened to you to make it so miserable?"

"What else can happen in the middle of the night?" Amy pondered her words, if she didn't plan to integrate the various forces in the camp, he might have passed today's gains, but since he had the intention of flipping the chessboard, it was necessary for him to use the results he had achieved today to build momentum for himself, "Isn't it just a few hard bones to hit the willows, earthshakers, golems, shadow men, devouring worms, and frost bites." ”

Of the seven that had been planned to be defeated, only six were successfully defeated, but even so, every time the Glory One pronounced a name, there was a gasp from the crowd, and when all six names in the camp were listed, everyone lost their voices.

It's-

Unrealistic!

This is the voice of everyone, including Regana.

In the vicinity of the camp, there are nine recognized forbidden areas, and in each of them, there is an extremely powerful demon, although they are not invincible as long as they gather enough people, but few people dare to lead their team to challenge the giants at the risk of nearly fifty percent mortality - and in doing so, the vast majority of them are dead, and the few who remain are ...... Escaped alive.

Of course, it's not that there are no winners.

Of course, there were more than nine special demons near the camp at first, but in the end, there were only these nine left, and the losers naturally had nothing, although the winners reaped huge benefits, but because of this, they who had experienced a battle of nine deaths and achieved enough points to live a worry-free life in a short period of time would not crash into the south wall again without considering the consequences like a newborn calf.

Regana's team is one of the successful, and because of this, she doesn't believe that someone can defeat six powerful demons in one go.

Mind you, not one, but six!

There is also a limit to bragging!

Therefore, she took a deep breath: "Sorry, I just heard you too clearly...... Can you say that again?"

Again?Amy didn't have much of a problem with that, so she just nodded, and repeated it like a newspaper menu: "Willow Beater, Earthshaker, Golem, Shadow Man, Devouring Worm, Frostbite Bite—"

Speaking of which, he also spread his hands: "That's it." ”

"Are you sure?" Regana frowned, if the other party was not the famous Judas, if this team was not bloody, she would not even be suspicious, she would directly believe that this group of people were liars, but in this situation, it seems that ...... There is no need to deceive?

"Won't it be clear when you get to the trading altar?" Amy didn't intend to hide, he needed to make a noise now.

"Yes," Rigana said after a moment's pause in her gaze at the team that was trading with the altar, "Either you go first, I don't mind waiting a little longer." ”

"Doesn't it matter who is on your team?" the Glory-Honored's gaze swept over the few people waiting on the steps, "They seem to have been waiting for a while. ”

"I'm not the only one who is curious about this question," the girl said calmly, "and so do they." ”

"I'm their captain, and I still have that bit of discretion. She blinked and looked at the boy beside her, "—people always have to pay to satisfy their curiosity, don't they?"

"That's a good point," Amy said, noticing that the previous team's deal with the altar was coming to an end, and took another step forward, leading the four behind her up the steps of the altar, staggering past Rigana and his team, "I don't think curiosity is a bad thing, and the same is true today - trust me, I'm going to show you and everyone something different." ”

"What could it be?" asked the girl.

"Confidentiality. The Glorious One ascended to the altar without looking back, "But only now. ”

He put all his attention on the altar in front of him, and then, with the help of Corbock, put all of today's harvest on the scale.

The light curtain is lit up -

The number on it made the boy raise an eyebrow.

- One thousand two hundred and fifty.

It's enough to suffocate everyone except Amy, and it's enough to shake the camp and go crazy.

The implication is self-evident.