Amy opened her eyes and saw darkness.

Where is this?

He wanted to move his body, but the pain from his body made him lose his mind slightly.

- What's going on?

He tried to retrace his last memories, but found nothing, and all he saw was a thick darkness.

It should have been Canaan.

He shook his head, his memory shattered.

What a terrible start.

He sat up from the ground leaning against the wall behind him, unable to see in the deep darkness, and he could only roughly guess what kind of environment he was in from his own perception and experience.

It should be the deepest night.

After the fire was extinguished in Hemtika, he had a brief encounter with the deepest night that enveloped the entire territory of Order, and was extremely impressed by the suffocating darkness.

But it would be too arbitrary to infer on the basis of feelings, and besides...... In terms of sensation alone, there seems to be a very subtle difference.

The young Glory One calmed down, and instead of focusing on the subtle difference in feeling, he began to act.

- First of all, there must be light.

He fumbled for the suitcase at hand, turned the combination lock on it, and after aligning the three-digit password with his hand, the mechanism worked, the suitcase popped open, and the fire crystal bloomed in the darkness with a brilliant streamer.

"Good. ”

The corners of the boy's mouth made a rare arc, and he gently picked up the fire crystal pendant, hung it on his chest, and arranged the contents of the suitcase with the help of the dim light.

Three-piece sword wielder.

- Weapons, clothing, lanterns.

Simple, neatly placed in front of the eyes, the reserve sword holder who has not yet implanted the stigma does not have an advantage over mortals in physique, and it is three or five points stronger if it is great, and the weapon prepared by the training institute will naturally not be a standard sword of ancient quality, but an ordinary broad-bladed thick-ridged two-handed sword, the sword body is no more than a meter long, and it is placed diagonally just stuck on the diagonal of the suitcase, which looks good, but I don't know how to actually use it.

As for the clothing, there is no need to say more, and the same set on his body, red and black, taking into account lightness, defense and beauty: the hem is very short, the soft cushion added at the activity of each joint, the overall use of a special material, toughness and impact resistance are very good, the appearance is also designed very in line with his aesthetics, although it is far from gorgeous, but there is a special sense of majesty on the body.

The last remaining set is a lantern, the lantern of the sword-wielder is of course not an ordinary lantern, its full name is phlogiston lamp, and there is a cluster of flames that can continue to burn for at least three days and three nights in the completely enclosed light box - not so much a flame, but the embodiment of the concept of burning, judging from the intricate inscriptions on the lamp, it should be from the hand of an alchemist, and it is a real alchemy equipment.

It's good to use, but it's obviously not as good as fire crystal.

It's just that in the middle of the night or something like that, an extra set of lighting is all the better to have.

After inspecting the equipment, the young Glory Man carefully closed the suitcase, the sword wielder trio set was of little use to him at the moment, but if he could not get out of this harsh environment in a short period of time, then they would be an important guarantee of his endurance.

Then get up and lift the suitcase.

- Strange?

He flipped the box in his hand, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly: obviously it wasn't so heavy before?

The three-piece sword wielder's suit plus some miscellaneous things in the compartment of the suitcase is about a few dozen catties, but this weight is nothing for the Descendants of Glory who has several times the strength of the ever-man, but now...... But he obviously felt the strain, abnormal strain.

What's in the box?

He raised an eyebrow, checked the code again, opened the suitcase, and carefully examined the contents.

Nothing.

Amy Ulysses couldn't help but be silent, holding his chin in his hand to wonder if there was another reason for this, and then ...... He reached out and pulled out his two-handed sword that was stuck in the bayonet of the trunk.

Sure enough, yes.

Squinting, the boy realized what the problem was.

- It's not that something else is mixed in, it's that the weight of the contents of the suitcase is wrong.

High gravity zone?

An unfamiliar concept came to his mind, but that didn't stop him from naming the area after it.

Once he had figured out what was wrong, he stood up again, his eyes still locked on his suitcase—if his guess was true, a lot of things needed to be replanned, at least the Order's two-handed heavy sword was more of a burden to him than an alternative weapon.

But...... There's no need to throw it away for the time being.

The young Glory Man thought for a moment, closed his suitcase again, and slung his two-handed sword behind his back—weapons were always double-edged swords, and if they were used to slash, they might have a miraculous effect.

Collecting his heart, with the dim glow of the fire crystal, he looked at the hut he was in quite carefully.

- It's been abandoned for quite some time.

Layers of dust, discarded debris, it can be seen that the owner of this place has been gone for a while, and he left in a hurry, and there is a good chance that he will not return in a short time.

So...... The question is obvious, what will be the reason that forced him to leave?

Probably a threat.

The answer is so simple that it doesn't require reasoning at all.

In an environment similar to the Deepest Night, there is only one reason that can force the owner of the house to leave, and that is the threat from something that is ready to move in the dark.

Amy Ulysses exhaled deeply—the information in the room was over, and to gain a deeper understanding of the environment he was in, he had to leave the relatively safe hut and look for clues in the deeper, more dangerous darkness outside the door.

With that in mind, he pushed the door open.

Then his gaze narrowed slightly.

Unsurprisingly, outside the door was a squirming darkness that seemed to be something malicious.

The dim glow of the fire crystal was suppressed within three meters, and even with the dim vision of the Descendants of Glory, he could only see things about five meters in his body, and farther away, only some vague outlines.

So, Amy stepped along, and the light of the fire crystal illuminated the bluestone-paved road beneath her feet.

It's a city.

The dilapidated houses that were faintly visible on both sides of the road came to a slight halt in his gaze, and based on this, the boy was sure of this.

A city means a populated city, but it also means civilization.

And now...... Not a single bit.

The city is dead, and along with its name, lost in history.

He couldn't help but think of Hemtika.

The people here must have fought against the darkness for survival, and they must have been terrified by the extinguishing of the fire, but unlike the ancient city that gave birth to him, the struggle of here, the glory here, the sword-bearers here, and all the people here have lost their meaning.

Darkness eventually engulfs everything.

The young man's blue eyes rippled slightly, but that was all.

Everything here has nothing to do with him.

He's just a survivor who accidentally ended up here.

The young Glory Man walked cautiously on the bluestone avenue that no one had walked for years, carefully searching for every possible clue.

What really happened before?

He was obviously on the floating ship of the Order's living Canaan, why did he appear here so suddenly?

No, it should have been in Canaan.

Pursing his lips deeply, the boy realized what the problem was.

- Is this a trial?

Or was it the floating ship carrying him to Canaan that accidentally crashed here?

The memories of the Order's headquarters seemed to have been stirred by a blender, so chaotic and scattered like a dream that he had just woken up, that he couldn't even be sure if the vague memory in his mind had ever existed, and if so, why had he forgotten it so simply, and if not, why had he come up with such a real conjecture.

He didn't get an answer.

The gathering of information is necessary, and the young Glory Man does not intend to run around like a headless fly, he actually has a corresponding plan for the future operation in his heart, a simple but practical plan.

First, search for traces of the crash of the floating ship.

The second is to find his lost "companions".

The former helps him determine why he's stuck in the deep night, while the latter is an essential component of beating the dungeon.

- He is not a god, even after this period of integration, his combat power has gone further, and he thinks that there is a considerable gap between him and Ignati, and it is tantamount to a fool's dream to want to travel through the deep night when he is not fully prepared.

So, he needs a partner.

Whether it's for the sake of combat, or for the needs of human emotion.

Thinking of this, the boy suddenly stopped, and the breeze blowing from the darkness raised the chestnut hair, and his blue eyes shone in the darkness.

"It's coming—"

He said, his pupils shrank slightly, and the dark blood of the short sword was already out of its sheath.

The next moment, the wriggling darkness surged and condensed into form, then galloped and whistled, and the hideous and tyrannical face continued to expand in his pupils.

- Demons.

Amy Ulysses's eyes were cold, after experiencing the eternal holy war of order and chaos, and digesting, absorbing, and integrating the combat experience that had been precipitated before in the next month, the demons could no longer move him, even if it was a high-level demon, he had the confidence to give it a try!

So, he swung his sword.

But the calmness on his face only lasted for an insignificant moment, and then it completely collapsed.