- From Hemtika.

There is not a simple weight in this simple sentence.

This is the largest battle between Order and Chaos since the time of the ancient kings, and even the old gods from the old days, have given this war enough topicality, not to mention...... And the light of the morning that tore through the night.

- For the first time, we can see the hope of ending the darkness.

The floating fleet carrying the sword-wielders of the Order's reserves was already a small circle of closed information, coupled with the closed environment and small activity space, this group of young people from different regions could be suffocated, and under the fermentation of the long journey, the rumors and gossip about Hemtika can be said to be flying all over the sky, and there are more or less traces of artistic processing in the several versions that are still circulating today.

The only one who knows the truth now is probably only Judas, the last survivor of the Hemtika Correctional Institute.

Then...... What's going on?

Was the war that broke out in that ancient city really as tragic as it was rumored?

And the last light of dawn that tore through the night, is it really the supreme light of the Order?

Doubts lay in the minds of every reservist sword-wielder in the Floating Fleet, but none of them actually consulted Amy Ulysses in the end.

First, it is not a friendly thing to expose people's scars for the sake of his curiosity, and second, the Gloryer's current grim countenance and just the right amount of indifference and alienation keep him at a good distance from others.

But that's not what Amy wants.

The Honorable Person, who has broken into the Order as "Judas", needs an opportunity to rationalize his personality change, and he must take the initiative to give a reasonable explanation and guide the possible censors while the suspicion has not yet been established.

"Frankly, it's not a good place. ”

Amy started the next topic, Judas's past, the dice house collected quite a lot - unlike most children, he did not have a father and mother in his childhood, and before he could remember, he was born by his parents on the edge of the border between the lower and the foggy areas, and if it were not for the kindness of an old hunter named Locke, I am afraid he would not have survived the first cold winter of his life.

But his negative perception of Hemtika, or the world, has nothing to do with it.

His childhood may not have been a happy one, but it was happy enough, and the old man, though stern and rigid, as a tyrant who did not accept any dissent, was indeed very attentive to the outcast he had picked up, and beneath the veneer of strict demands was a tenderness as cruel as the winter snow before the harvest.

If there were no accidents, Judas would probably follow the path of the old man and become a hunter who hunts demons for a living in the fog - but the assumption of "if" itself does not exist, and the hunter who walks in the wilderness is a high-risk profession with his head pinned to his waist, not to mention that he will die in peace, and there are very few people in this industry who are even qualified to be called "old".

Locke is one of them, and the oldest of them.

So he died, without any accident, in the fog that seemed to never dissipate.

- Seven-year-old Judas was thus an orphan.

He was bought from the trade fair by Hawke, the notorious water rat in the lower districts, and became one of the "little rats in the sewers", and the old man was strict and even rigorously trained, and Judas had a very good foundation, not only stronger than his peers, but also quick to learn things and do things, so in just a few months, he was specially approved to graduate, put into use, and in just three days earned back the two silver tors that Hawke had spent on him.

No one doesn't like such smart, capable, and profitable kids.

Although like the other sewer rats, he can only eat the dumplings found in the garbage heap, Hawke, who has never been known for his good temper, never "hits" him.

After a year of peace and quiet, the accident happened unexpectedly again.

He stole from someone he couldn't mess with, and worse, he was caught.

The man's name was Richardson, and he was the white bishop of the Order.

The middle-aged man in a high-ranking position did not have a seizure on the spot, not only that, but he even squatted down kindly and kindly, looked at this shameful thief who was not even his lower abdomen, and then reached out and gently stroked the messy long black hair, and took him back to the hotel where he was staying.

When he learned what had happened from Judas, who was still just a child, Richardson was touched – he was determined to do something for the children.

In order not to arouse the jealousy of the glorious, the Order does not have a direct management body in the lower districts, but as a top power with extraordinary influence in Hemtika, not everything needs to be done by himself, and he may not be able to change the living conditions of the orphans, but it is enough to bring them hope and light - welfare homes and orphanages, which have somewhat changed the future of a small number of poor people who have lost their parents.

And it also brought Judah out of the abyss of hatred.

The ill-fated child was redeemed from the greedy water rats for thirty silver tors, and Judas was given the courage and hope to start a new life.

He adopted him, as a father.

Judas then attended the Seminary, where he spent nine years until ...... The old dreams engulfed all of Hemtika and everyone in it.

If it was Judas, there was reason to hate Hemtika, and there was reason to hate the world.

"It's hell – real hell. Amy lowered her voice, making her voice sound deeper and more magnetic, "Without the slightest warning, the world was shrouded in darkness, and the invisible monsters were scurrying in the mist, the neighing of demons and the wails of the dying were everywhere, and there was no smell in the nose except the stench of blood." ”

The young Glory Man paused for a moment, although he had not personally experienced the incident in the lower districts, but he knew very well the causes and consequences of the demon slaughter in the lower districts—and because of this, sometimes as soon as his eyes were closed, those bloody images would naturally appear in front of him, making him lose his words, and he could only be silent in silence, and reflect on himself in silence.

If...... At that time, it would be nice to be able to stop Ignati from opening the doors of the lower and misty areas.

I don't regret it.

Only occasionally wonders: if everything were to start all over again, would he be able to handle it more properly, would he be able to save more people?

Of course, this is nothing more than an unrealistic delusion.

Amy Ulysses knew this, so he restrained his divergent thoughts quite directly, and continued his previous narrative: "There was blood everywhere, there was killing everywhere, and under the dark night was a feast of demons that belonged to the demons, and humans were driven and slaughtered like pigs and sheep. ”

"As long as you experience that kind of scene once, you won't want to go through it a second time," he sighed softly, "In the face of survival, the potential of human beings is always endless - maybe in your opinion, my current performance is good enough, but after experiencing that kind of hell, anyone who will subconsciously abandon their inner cowardice when faced with a similar situation, will complete the transformation into a butterfly in that depressing and desperate atmosphere - and those who can't survive this level are dead." ”

Words always pale in comparison with facts.

Even though the Glorious One tried his best to express the cruelty of the night, the actual effect was not satisfactory, and although the three people in the company did not show a look of doubt, they also did not feel too much.

This kind of negligent mentality will only put oneself in danger in a dangerous battle.

Amy noticed the sign, so he decided to snuff it out just in time: "If you think that this is all there is to the night, you are very wrong-"

"Of course not. Corbock shook his head, "I don't have the capital to underestimate the night, and besides, there is nothing more stupid than making fun of my own life." ”

"Well, that's fine. Amy didn't want to get to the bottom of it, he just stated his opinion, "Although we haven't had a smooth ride in the past two days, we haven't made any big mistakes, even tricky guys like Crassus's tentacles and ghostly demons have been asked for one by one, but ...... I need to remind everyone that the real danger in the deepest night is the encirclement of the near-endless sea of demons, and the presence of the higher demons - even if we are lucky enough not to encounter them, we must not take them lightly. ”

"But there doesn't seem to be any news of the High Demons in the camp?" said Hansen, matter-of-factly.

"Either you didn't encounter it, or you all died. Aina shrugged, "Speaking of which, our group of reservist sword-wielders are at least in the triple digits and close to four figures, but now...... Now there are only about a few dozen people in the camp, which I think is pretty telling. ”

"What does that mean?" said the blonde man, still unclear.

"A lot," explained the dark-skinned girl, "the four of us are already on the edge of the city, and we have prepared a lot of food and water, and there are only two possibilities for arriving here later than us, one is to choose the wrong direction to travel, and the other is to ...... They're dead. ”

Death –

This word is very heavy most of the time.

This is no exception.

- The silence came at the first time, and it was broken at the first time.

"We're not that easy to die," looked up, hoping to get an affirmative answer from the eyes of the others, however...... The answer he wanted was destined to not be available from anything else, so he bit his lip, "At least, I'm not going to die here." ”