Demons –

In any city, its notoriety is enough to stop a child.

Cowbock twisted the mechanism under the lantern, extinguished the fire, and carefully hid in the mezzanine of the ruins of the house, carefully examining the tall giant who had driven him to his death through the gap in front of him.

- Frost Giant.

He was no stranger to this demon, and despite its name frost, it had nothing to do with snow or the Northland, only from its thick silvery white cuticles and tall body.

In the demon science textbooks compiled by the Order, its threat level is ranked as the third level, and among the thousands of demon species, it is also the upper middle handful, and although he is not without the hope of killing it, he is a reserve sword wielder who has not yet implanted the stigma, although he is not without hope of killing it, but he will inevitably have to travel between life and death, and even if he succeeds, it is difficult to say whether he will lose a part of his body forever.

But luckily, its head is full of muscles.

Belch...... Not a joke.

The Frost Giant's small head that does not match its shape is indeed full of muscles, even if it has a similar appearance to a human, but the essence is a completely different creature, its head is not so much a thinking organ as a "key point" used to confuse people - according to the experiments of the technical department, if the wound is treated properly, the head is never necessary for them, but losing it will make them even more dull than before.

Their real crux is in the heart.

Shuogui said this, but it was actually difficult to start, because the frost giant had more than one heart.

Usually there are two, and the more powerful ones are three, and there are even rumors that there are six hearts in a certain corpse handled by the technical department - by the way, this corpse comes from the trophies of a certain sword-wielder, and for the sword-wielder who has implanted the stigma, the enemies of the demon level, except for the special species with the highest threat level, in fact, there is not much difference between the second and third ranks, and they are all just food delivery.

After all, the demon's weakness is too significant.

Fighting is never just brute force, but more importantly, wisdom.

Corbock has always been a very self-aware person, he knows his own catties well, he can independently crusade against demons below the fourth level of threat, and the fourth level will cost the boss a lot of effort, as for the third class like the frost giant, he has no hope of seeking victory without showing the momentum of life and death and fighting outside.

So he's waiting.

Waiting for the Frost Giant's departure.

The Frost Giant, a demon with muscles in his head, has never been smart, and in the case of the one in front of him, he only knows how to blindly destroy what he sees, but he has never thought about his possible hiding place, and although the momentum caused by it is huge, it does not pose a threat to him at all, but has unexpectedly become a rallying horn-like existence, which is beneficial to him, and even to everyone.

Of course, the premise is that no unlucky guy is actually caught by this guy.

Well...... I don't think so.

The Frost Giant's burly body was unusually visible in the darkness, and with its dull senses, there was little risk of being spotted if you were careful.

If I was discovered, I can only say that I was careless, but I don't think my colleagues who can graduate from the training academy will make such a mistake...... Should, should, right?

Coubak's eyes widened—

There are really people who are not afraid of death!

Who did he think he was? a full-fledged sword-bearer who had been baptized, or was he a genius like Mia the Windtalker, Norton the Thunderlord, or Levardin the Oath-Interpreter who had been knighted before the stigmata was implanted?

There is a limit to arrogance!

For a moment, Corbock wanted to rush out and knock the damn fool to the ground.

It's just that impulses are impulses, and man has to live by reason after all, so why should he be responsible for the stupidity of others?

After thinking about it again, he hid himself a little deeper.

But at this moment, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard in his ears, and before he could pull his body to the edge of the gap, the frost giant's howl almost pierced his eardrums.

Happen...... What's up?

A look of uncertainty appeared on his face, and Corbock searched through the cracks for the Frost Giant and the strange visitor's footprints, and then his gaze froze.

What are you kidding -

He grew his mouth and let out a silent exclamation.

Facing a team of ordinary sergeants who could gain a crushing advantage in the frost giant, the challenger with maroon hair and blue eyes maintained a kneeling posture with both hands, and the blade of the trialist's greatsword was mostly sunk into the giant's chest, and the dark red blood flowed all over the ground.

It...... He's dead!?

Judging this from the undulating chest, Kobck struggled to digest and absorb this fact.

Then he got up from the ground with a large amount of rubble and sand on his body, and he didn't care about slapping the dust on his body, so he hurried over and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I'm Corbock, from Ramsden. ”

"Judas. ”

The young man in front of him looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, a little younger than him, and his appearance was above average, barely able to be praised as a handsome good guy, but nothing more - what was really impressive was his cold face beyond his maturity, and at first glance he knew that he was not the type to deal with.

It also confirmed his first impression that the young man who claimed to be Judas did not shake hands with him, but only responded coldly.

"Judas......" Corbock didn't care about the other party's faux pas, his style of doing things was already very tactful, the young man in front of him had already proved his strength through the battle just now, and the strong man had the corresponding privileges wherever he was, "Is it Judas from Hemtika City?"

"Hmm. "There was no veto.

"No wonder ......"

The tragic war of Hemtika has spread throughout the entire floating fleet in just a few days through the mouths of those who have returned, and the aftermath alone has destroyed an ancient city.

"Any information?"

The grim-faced young man of Hemtika City glanced at him and said in a deep but powerful voice.

"No," Cockcock knew what the other party was trying to ask, and was inexplicably in a crisis, and anyone wanted to figure out why, "all that can be determined is ...... We've all lost some of our memories. ”

"Lost...... Memory?"

Gently chewing on this word, the young man in front of him seemed to think of something, and raised his eyebrows.

"Any clues?" asked as a matter of course.

"Memory does take its toll," said Judas, as I will call it first, in an affirmative tone, "I have memories of the present Canaan, but they are very fragmentary and fragmented. ”

"In other words, it wasn't the Floating Ship that crashed?" the simplest, most obvious, and most direct guess was rejected, and a look of surprise appeared on the face of the self-proclaimed clever man Kobke, "But since the Floating Fleet has arrived in Canaan, why are we here?"

"Who knows. The young man from Hemtika's voice was quite calm, as if he was not in a dangerous city of death, but in his own backyard, "All I know for sure is that there is something wrong with our memory, and what I can't be sure of is how it has been rewritten." ”

He paused: "On the other hand, I wonder how you can be sure that we have all lost some of our memories. ”

"It's very simple, although a twelve-scale clock can only record the time of day, and most of us don't carry a timer for a long period of time, there are many things other than a timer that can record the passage of time. Kaubak entered the code to open his suitcase and pulled out a bonsai from it, "Moongrass that grows in the Adelaide woodlands — uh, forgot, you're from Hemtika." ”

Somewhat embarrassed, he patted his head and then gave an explanation: "Moonlight grass is a specialty of our Ramsden, its characteristic is that it will fluoresce faintly in the dark, and every three days or so, it will be sown, and many moonlight grass seedlings will grow nearby. ”

"So?" the boy from Hemtika had vaguely guessed the answer.

"Because it is a potted plant, the nutrients in the soil can only feed one moonshine grass, so I have always paid attention to the separation and isolation of the seedlings, and where my memory is truncated, I clearly remember that I rested it on the same day, and now it is ...... Look—"

He handed Judas the moonlight grass, which glowed faintly in the darkness.

Judas—well, someone who called himself Judas, or rather played the role of Judas, took a closer look at this strange plant from other lands—it was really amazing, it did shimmer strangely in the dark, and the small grass body seemed to become a path that conducted light, and it was bright white all over, and it looked very beautiful, but what really moved him was not this beauty, but the dozen or so new grass buds that grew nearby at the same time.

"At least three days," Cowbock said, "at the point of now, it should be five days." ”

Five days......

The boy from Hemtika couldn't help but be silent, there were so many things that could happen in five days, so much that he didn't even have the slightest clue.

After a long silence, he threw out the question: "What do you think,. ”

Almost as soon as the words fell, he realized that he had not yet clarified the problem, so he gave a further explanation: "These five days are ...... What do you think. ”

"Me," Cowbock pointed to himself, "I don't have any particular opinion, I just think ...... The Order should be aware of our exile. ”

"Reason. "Concise question.

"In value," paused here, "each of the reserve sword bearers is an elite cultivated by the various orders with great effort, one or two or ten or twenty can afford to lose, but there are probably one or two thousand people in the entire floating fleet, and if they are exhausted for some inexplicable reason, even the entire headquarters will not find a few people who can afford this responsibility." ”

"But we're just two of us now. ”

"Then why do you think that just the two of us will be the laggards?"'s voice was unusually stiff, "You should know the size of a city, even if thousands of people enter together, it can't make waves, why do you think we will meet here so easily." ”

- because there are enough deliveries.

The teenager from Hemtika read his subtext.