The solid ground beneath his feet brought the young Glory Man an unprecedented sense of reassurance, and his sudden dim vision made him feel alive at last.

- It's over.

The shadow of Hasta's old days burned away in the purest light of the dawn, and with it the kingdom he had constructed was reduced to nothingness, and in the near-endless darkness, the boy floated around like a rootless duckweed, not up or down, not left or right, not even the concept of space itself.

Only now has this nightmarish journey come to an end.

"Whew-"

He let out a long sigh of relief, and the pressure he had previously generated from facing the King of Yellow was finally released.

But the young Glory One did not let his guard down, and after a brief moment of relaxation, he immediately perked up, his eyes paused for a moment on the three of his fellow travelers, and then searched the vast darkness for traces of Lake Harry's existence.

But...... Nothing.

The road winds its way in front of you, deep into the darkness.

What the hell is going on?

Amy was stunned.

"What's the matter, you don't look very good?", who was walking beside him, noticed his pale face, frowned slightly, and asked with concern, "Is the injury worsening?"

"Injury?" Amy subconsciously repeated, only then did she cover her chest with hindsight, feeling the pain and weakness that was definitely not unfamiliar, and couldn't help but squint and frown, "It has nothing to do with this...... It's still bearable. ”

"But you ...... now," the short boy paused rather subtly for a moment, then sighed softly and nodded resignedly, "Forget it, if you insist." ”

After a long eye encounter with the Glory, he was defeated.

"Don't worry," Amy tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying to return the favor with a smile, but given Judas's original personality, the friendly expression had to give up halfway, "I don't mean to joke with my own life." ”

This short conversation ended here – it should have ended there.

But the Glory One did not choose to end the conversation at this time, and he had one more thing to confirm: "Say...... Do you have an impression of Lake Harry?"

"Of course," replied quickly, "one of the most famous sights in the Order's headquarters is just a perennial lockdown that not even official sword-wielders are allowed to approach. ”

He paused, noticed the solemn look on Amy's face, and asked in some surprise, "What's the matter, why did you suddenly ask about this." ”

"No," said the Honorable One from Hemtika tentatively, "I just heard you talk about this. ”

"You heard me wrong," shook his head, "how can we have the time and energy to talk about this now? ”

"How many waves of demons attack?" was the unexpected answer.

"Yes," the short boy from Ramsden recalled the tragic battle before, "it's the Dark Walkers, although the individual combat strength is weak, but we may have just bumped into a race, although it is not hundreds of them rushing up, but a dozen or a dozen swarming at a time brings a sense of oppression. ”

He glanced at the blood-stained hem of Amy's chest.

"Anyway...... Are you really okay? The wound has not yet begun to heal before it has begun to heal before the battle of this intensity ......"

"It's out of the way," Amy waved her hand, "it's just...... I'm in a bit of a bad state of mind, and I think I might need to take a break later, because the wary thing might be in trouble for you. ”

"It's all right," replied rather cheerfully, "it's what I can and should do." ”

"Thank you. ”

After closing the topic with a simple sentence, the young Glory Man withdrew his gaze.

- Something is not right.

The attack of the demons, and the memory of the completely incompatible number, and...... This sense of weakness that had been with him since he had awakened in this strange and inexplicable darkness.

There are a lot of questions, and they can be faintly strung together.

It is necessary to take a good look at it.

First of all, it is certain that he had just encountered the King of the Yellow Coat, who was the same as the old ruler of Cthulhu, who had been sealed away in Helmtica by his ancestors, and had gained several valuable information from his unpleasant and friendly exchanges with him, which would be of considerable value to understanding the current situation.

One was the war between Hasta and Augustus.

Since it is a war, then there are at least two sides, that is, the destruction of the Order's headquarters is completely nonsense, and after careful consideration, it may even be the false information that the King of Yellow Clothes deliberately transmitted through the mouth of this incarnation that remains here - with the spiritual pollution ability of the old Dominator level, even if it is not the deity, it is enough to infect a group of ordinary people who have not even implanted stigmata.

It's just that...... The meaning is unknown.

For the ancient gods of the old world that once dominated the order, it is like some people who will step on ants to play when they are bored, and it cannot be said that there is no such possibility, but it is difficult to make sense in reason.

The second is the fire thief.

The King of the Yellow who ruled the old world called Amy the Firestealer - a fascinating piece of information that, while probably unrelated to the current situation, touched upon the true secrets of the Order's realm.

A thief is a thief who steals.

Fire is the fire of tinder.

Literally, a fire stealer is someone who steals fire.

It's easy to understand, but there's a lot of interest when you dig deeper - since it's a person who steals fire, and since it's an act of stealing, there must be a person who is stolen.

In other words, who was the original owner of the tinder?

Is it the ancestors—or something else?

And...... In the realm of Hasta, the curse of weakness that had plagued him since his awakening actually dissipated naturally, and there was no problem with either the Short Sword Dark Blood or the Glorious One's physique, which was several times stronger than ordinary people, and even ...... Even the injuries he had received had no effect on the battle—more precisely, he didn't even remember that he had been wounded.

It's weird.

It is not surprising that he had been injured, but it was somewhat incomprehensible that he had engaged in high-intensity combat before the wound had even begun to heal, and that his instinct did not even notice the slightest inappropriateness in his physical state.

And also...... That abnormal weakness.

The young Gloryman raised an eyebrow, there was no reason why Hasta's kingdom would shield his enemies from a curse of weakness, and even if it had been shielded in the first place, the curse that would have been enough to disappoint him when he actually started to do so should have returned to him.

But it didn't—

Unaffected, he used his sword of light to burn the remnants of the old shadow of the Yellow King.

"There must be something that has been overlooked," Amy Ulysses pondered possible clues, her mind naturally passing over the doctored memories of Corbock and his party, and then ...... Finally, I found a suspicious point in the repeated review over and over again, "blood ...... A simple curse can't do that. ”

That's right...... His blood.

The Descendants of Glory have the blood of order inherited from their ancestors in their bodies, and have an unparalleled attraction to demons - as early as in the Ildan Mines in the lower realms, he used his blood to attract the attention of the monsters who have a symbiotic relationship with the Dark Mother Earth, and now, in the depths of the night, this attraction will not be diminished in any way, and will even be multiplied.

However, this did not happen, never in the first place, even if a huge wound was cut open in his chest by the amorphous ghost demon, and the red blood overflowed from it, it did not attract even one more demon.

This is not normal.

From having to make people care, from having to make people suspicious.

Coupled with the subtle differences between him in this dead city and in the realm of the King of Yellow, Amy had a conjecture in her mind that even she couldn't believe.

Of course, it's just conjecture, and there is not much evidence that can be obtained.

So conjecture is always conjecture, and Amy Ulysses just woke up to this possibility, and really wanted to say it...... Forget it, if it's wrong, it's a big trouble.

Besides, even if you say it, no one will necessarily believe it.

The boy from Hemtika couldn't help but shake his head, burying this bizarre conjecture deep in his heart.

"Be careful. ”

And at this moment, Aina, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped: "There is light ahead." ”

"There's a light up ahead?" Hansen, who was a little later, looked left and right, but ...... He was only half a step behind the girl, and he didn't see anything, "Where?"

"Something is wrong. The muscular girl, who did not look like a maiden at all, took a step back, then tightened her eyebrows, and took another step forward, "Or, Judas...... Would you like to come and take a look?"

"Good. ”

The young Glory Man did not refuse, and walked to the place where Aina was, and as expected, a striking white light appeared in his vision, and then he took a step back from the girl's previous movements, and it was only this step that the bright and conspicuous light was completely lost.

"Do you want to take a look?" noticing the young man's solemn expression, the dark-skinned girl asked again.

"Do we still have a choice? ”

To this, Amy Ulysses smiled wryly.

- Water and food.

They have long had no way out.