No insects, no birds.

In the quiet and beautiful manor, all the young man could feel was silence, a silence that was suppressed to the extreme.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Amy had a strong sense of déjà vu - although there was nothing in sight except for lush flowers and trees, his vigilance was still raised to the highest level in the eerie silence - just a few days earlier, in the same empty silence, he had encountered the most formidable enemy to date except for Alfred the Dark Wizard.

Whether it is a body as vast as mountains and seas, or tens of millions of subordinate servant races, he has a deep understanding of how terrifying a creature a high demon is, perhaps because of his physiognomy, whether it is the undead killer he just encountered, or the intelligence merchant who can hide his demon identity and awaken to a dragon, he can't give him a similar feeling, a sense of oppression when human beings face invincible enemies such as the earth, mountains, oceans, and sky.

And now, stepping into such a silent place again, his heart couldn't help but stir.

"Mia, is that monster we encountered underground also a lord?" the Glory One asked, but there was no fear in his heart - it was true that he did not have the means to deal with such a terrifying demon in size, but the lower area was different from the Ildan Pit, and the difference in environment determined that such a huge and striking demon could not be bred here.

However, the moment he looked sideways, his face couldn't help but change.

Like a wax figure baked in flames, the girl looked back at the side of his face and began to melt, her emerald eyes trickling down the melted face, pulling out large expanses of disgusting tentacles.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

The sound seemed to come from a far, far away, indistinct, intermittent sound.

"......No," replied the Honorable One, holding back his nausea and nausea, "nothing. ”

Nothing is true, there are only two possible reasons for the current situation, one is that the sword-wielder has been unknowingly replaced by some kind of monster, or has been corrupted and degenerated, and the other is that everything he sees in front of him is his hallucination, some kind of distorted and deformed evil picture.

As for which of these two possibilities was closer to the truth, the boy had already made up his mind a decision.

What are you kidding, if the enemy had this strength, the lower area would have been Michelangelo's word for a long time, how could there be a "three-pillar cornerstone" saying - as long as there is no extremely unlikely event, or the enemy does not have those remote, unpopular and strange abilities, then the root of the problem must lie in him.

Either the vision was affected by something, or the spirit was polluted, but now it is not clear whether he has also become an indescribable monster in the eyes of the girl, if so, considering her deep hatred of demons, the probability of a sword slashing at him is not small.

Plan ahead.

So, he opened his mouth: "Mia-"

However, the sound was drowned out by the roaring sword wind, and before the Glorious One could react, the sharp sword pressure almost touched the tip of his nose, and then ...... Something as smooth as a freeze fell down the sides of his cheeks, and the world brightened up for a moment—even the girl in front of him returned to normal.

"What is this?"

The Gloryer touched his face and asked.

"I've never seen it," said the sword-wielder, sheathing his sword, crouching down to pick up the wreckage that had been split in half—it was a completely transparent gelatinous mass, soft and smooth to the touch, as if she had touched a cloud of water that was sticky to a certain extent, or the finest soft mud that merchants sold to children to play with—and after determining the demon's body, she raised her head and looked at the boy with her beautiful jade-like pupils, "What do you see?"

"Well," Amy said awkwardly, touching her nose a little awkwardly, "it seems to have the ability to create illusions." ”

He couldn't say to a beautiful woman of the right age, "I'm sorry, you've become a monster in my eyes, aren't you?"

"Be careful. The girl paused and gave advice, "Be calm." ”

The young man nodded in clarity, and followed the footsteps of the sword-wielder, carefully guarding his surroundings while gathering information from the sword-wielder: "Can you sense the specific location of the enemy? Although this place is not large, there are many places where people can be hidden. ”

The sword-wielder shook his head.

"Then let's make the mask an imaginary enemy for now," Amy suggested, and the girl did not refuse, "as the right-hand man of Emperor Michelangelo, the king of shadows in the lower districts, he should be in the mansion of the giant Paul at this moment - how about we go there first to see what is going on, and if the speculation is wrong, then make a plan, how about it?"

"Good. ”

Mia didn't object, and it was a worthwhile solution for them who lacked goals.

"Follow me," Paul's mansion was not large, but the manor was not small, and with well-developed paths and dense jungle, it was not easy to avoid detours, but fortunately, the boy was barely familiar with the place, "Be careful of the grass on both sides, and the shade of the trees overhead." ”

He did not choose the nearest road, but the widest and safest avenue.

Perhaps out of caution, or perhaps because the owner of the place had already discovered them, they were not attacked by demons again along the way, until the magnificent attic appeared in front of them, and the two of them stopped together.

"This is it. The young man looked at the sword-wielder on the side, perhaps the blood of the ancestors in his body was too strong, and he couldn't detect the coercion of the high-level demons at all, so he could only pin his hopes on the girl on the side, "Can you feel it, the breath of the high-level demons?"

"It's hard to say. Mia frowned slightly, "Like, not like." ”

"Uh-huh......" After the meaningless words, Amy paused briefly and spread her hands, "Sorry, I didn't understand." ”

"Not really," a puzzled look appeared on the sword-wielding's handsome face, "I need to confirm." ”

"Then go and make sure now," said the Gloryer, kicking open the hidden door without a gentle moment, and then grabbing the girl who wanted to inquire first, "I'll come first." ”

He has the ability to precursor death, but he really doesn't have such a thick skin to let others come to thunder.

"Be careful. ”

The sword-wielder did not object.

Amy Ulysses nodded at her, and cautiously leaned into her little body.

There is no danger.

There were no surprise attacks, no traps, and there was nothing special about the mansion of the giant Paul except for the same palpitating silence.

And so on –

It's not for nothing, the teenager who was in a state of high nervous tension didn't notice anything wrong until this time - from the moment he entered the house, he could smell a faint smell of blood in the air.

What happened?

He traced the source of the smell and ...... Dried vermilion blood stains.

It's been a while.

He thought, slowly leaning down, intending to lift the tablecloth and examine the corpses that might be hidden underneath.

As the tablecloth was lifted, the ...... appeared in front of me

One eye?

Withdraw!

Almost at the same time as the sight of the eye, the Glory One jerked back, the entire table flipped to the ground under the movement of the monster hiding underneath it, and appeared in front of Amy with a monstrous humanoid monster with four faces, six arms, and three legs.

- Stitching Monster.

The boy whispered in his heart, this kind of demon is not uncommon in the deepest night and even in the fog area, some people think that this kind of monster that roughly combines human limbs is an advanced level of ghouls, but more people scoff at it, after all, compared to the wide variety of ghouls with uneven strength, only strength can be called excellent Stitching Monster is more suitable for being divided into a subclass of ghouls than as an advanced creature.

"Really bad taste. ”

The disparity in strength left Amy with the heart to judge the maker's bad taste, but that was the end of her leisure time, with four faces, six arms, and three legs, the appearance of a stitching monster seemed to blow the horn of the demons to assemble, and densely packed, scalp-tinging terrible demons emerged from all corners of the room, surrounding the prey that stepped into the trap.

"Mia," the Glory-Honoring One clenched his sword, "help me keep an eye on the field." ”

Although there were many demons and many types, they were not a problem in the eyes of the young man who had slain the high demons more than once, and the only thing to worry about was that the lord who had sublimated them to the demon - although there was no evidence to support his opinion, and he was not sure whether it was malicious or not, he swore with his instinct that something was watching them from the shadows.

For this, it is necessary to maintain a mobile combat force, just in case.

Shaking his head, the boy restrained his thoughts—there were quite a few demons gathered in the mansion of the giant Paul, and although they were still a long way from being tricky, they were not enemies to be taken lightly—if they encountered the kind of demons that had not been recorded at the beginning and had special abilities, it would be too late to cry if they were careless.

The corners of Amy Ulysses' mouth drew a self-deprecating smile.

Then, the sword light came out of the sheath—

Thirty-seven breaths later, there was only one corpse left on the ground.

And, a teenager.