- There is nothing more tempering than fighting, especially brutal combat.

Amy Ulysses knows this all too well.

This is not only because he had been almost reborn in Helmtika, in that unprecedented, but shocking enough battle, but also because in this expedition with the imaginary enemy in the depths of the night, this new group of sword-wielders faded and gradually grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's hard to imagine that from the stunned young man who was stupid to go all out in the face of a group of demons at the beginning, to the warriors who can continue to fight without changing their faces even in the face of high-level demons, it is like a blade that is washing away impurities little by little, gradually revealing its edge, they are becoming more and more adaptable to this cruel, tyrannical and rapidly changing battlefield, and more and more adaptable to their identities and roles.

And all this happened in less than half a month.

I have to say -

If you have the heart, you can always find a way to become stronger.

Pity......

It's not fast enough, it's not enough.

- Their enemies are none other than ...... The vastness of the deepest night.

Enemies of such beings.

Even if they reach the apex of the mortal world and rank among the strongest, they are only slightly larger ants.

It's sad to say.

It was not the mortals who really decided the course of this war, and even the outcome of the war, but the god of the Order, the god of the earth.

Augustus.

The legendary man who single-handedly guided the Dark Ages.

All they could do, including him, was nothing more than to survive, before they reached the end, before the war began......

Stay alive.

This is not an easy thing to do.

Even Amy, who blended in with the new sword-wielders, was as great as the Order's great sword-wielders, and through the great battle that was destined to go down in history in Hemtika, he already knew that if he could not reach the end of the mortal road like Duke Goldsworthy, or if he could control the power of the world to a certain extent, no matter how powerful, before the eternal conflict between order and chaos, he would be just a pawn who crossed the river, and perhaps he could not even withstand the aftermath of the battle.

Black goat.

It's a name with ominous connotations.

In addition, from Jiasu's mouth, he already knows something about the origin of the deepest night - it is a behemoth above the world, the mother of darkness known as the mother of billions of black goats, and the projection of Sabu Nicholas reflected on the ground is absolutely otherworldly.

And the names of the monsters that inhabit the polluted area are named "black goats" by Augustus, a figure who is hard not to care, making it difficult not to associate them with the mother of billions of black goats.

Assuming that they are really the same as the terrifying beings who are above the world, mortals like him feel their brains burn and their wills being consumed and disintegrated just by looking at or being watched.

Then its combat power will definitely far surpass that of the half-human, half-fish monsters of Hemtika, who believe in the old dominators.

It's a strong enemy that even now he can't despise.

If it is supplemented with the suffix of the ethnic group...... Even if the Order's military strength was ten times and a hundred times that of Hemtika, the chances of victory were slim.

The future, which is not too far away, is destined to face an uphill battle.

With a soft sigh, the young Gloryman reined in the worry on his face, and then turned his gaze to the forward, to the increasingly thinning fog ahead.

Fourteen days had passed since they left the present Canaan, and they were now in the Infection Zone of the Deepest Night, which was undoubtedly much more peaceful than the approach level where the High Demons and Demon Lords were infested in large numbers.

- Although the number of demons has increased instead of decreasing, and although the difficulty and weirdness of demons are increasing day by day, the number of high-level demons that can really affect the progress of the team has greatly decreased.

It was only when the fog showed thin signs that he knew that this peace, a peace that was extremely rare for him and for them, was nearing its end.

The thinning fog has no name, but it is always referred to as the Fog of the Nameless.

In the depths of the night, this thick, substantial fog is not uncommon—rather, almost everywhere, and worse, this ambiguity between order and chaos is not affected by the fire of order, and as long as it is, the vision of humanity and most demons will always be gray.

However, what Amy knows better is -

The disappearance of the Fog of the Nameless is not a good thing, and on the contrary, it is a sign of a deterioration of the situation.

The Fog of the Nameless, born between order and chaos, can only exist in the ambiguous neutral zone between the two, such as the Misty Zone of Hemtika, or the Infested Zone in the depths of the night.

Other words......

The crazy area inhabited by the black goat population is close at hand.

But what the Glory One did not expect.

Yes –

Although the black goat tribe inhabits the depths of the night, which is enough to plunge any undetermined person into a hysterical madness in an instant, it does not mean that it is ...... The extent of their activity is only in the depths of the deepest night, only in that indescribable darkness.

As the complete body or even the transcendent beings of demons, they possess wisdom that is difficult for humans to understand, and although they have not established a civilization that humans can understand and know, they are able to understand and use human minds.

- This time, it was the carelessness of human beings that was exploited.

There was no warning, not even the singing of the chants was still loud, but the attack was already in place.

The first to blow the battle horn was ......

The two meat whips that fell from the sky, and with just one blow, the black-purple, rotten earth full of heterogeneous characteristics cracked, and thousands of Holy Cult Army were either directly crushed into flesh or fell into the abyss with no end in sight, and the entire Saint Cult Army's military strength was simply and rudely split in two.

And then......

I don't know when, and I don't know where they came from, but they—

The children of darkness, known as the black goats, appeared so suddenly—no, they should have descended in all directions, trampled on the earth, and swarmed in layers.

The sudden attack caused chaos in the entire command system of the Holy Cult Army, and Amy Ulysses did not have time to look at the ultimate monster that had been bred in the deep night in the distance, so he took the first step to stabilize his position and gave orders to the various squads under his jurisdiction through the liaison device given by Leonardo da Vinci.

"Prepare for battle!"

He said, and—

Draw your sword.