The standard cowhide boots stepped on the frozen soil of the Northland, and the cold wind from Frederick complemented the cold face of the young man - unlike anyone else, after dragging his heavy suitcase out of the floating ship, his indifferent face like an iceberg shaved by a blade did not show even the slightest cowardice and longing, but measured this strange land with his blue eyes, and then took a step.

It's finally here......

This Promised Land.

The visitor from a foreign land felt a little emotion in his heart, the journey of nearly half a month was not peaceful, although the huge momentum of the floating fleet could dispel a little uneasiness, but he had been living in a closed and narrow space for more than ten consecutive days, and from time to time there would be dark whispers of unknown meaning in his ears, except for the first few days when the novel flame in his heart had not been extinguished, and then the life on the cabin was as calm and depressing as backwater, and it was desperate - the nearly 100 reserve sword-wielders who traveled with him were always on the verge of madness.

It is said that someone has gone crazy.

The tight string in my heart was completely shattered under the erosion of darkness, my mind was completely infected by madness, and my body underwent a terrible transformation. The fresh sarcoma, which could still be called handsome, was occupied by small flesh bumps like the back of a toad, the mouth that grew up because of pain turned outward, countless canine teeth grew wildly, the corners of the mouth were torn hard, and the two lips completely fell off from the face, hanging like an air-dried sausage next to the big mouth of the blood basin that was completely out of the human category, and the shocking blood mixed with the ** that was still secreting fell to the ground, which made people feel creepy.

Although this is only a rumor that cannot be determined whether it is true or false, and many of the illusory descriptions are often suffocated, the young man from Hemtika is absolutely certain that the mad man actually exists on this floating ship.

Because—

The number of people is not right.

Along the way, a total of 117 people boarded ships from various cities along the way, but the number of people who left the ship in the end was less than 100, only 94 people...... It's really not a lot of imagination at all.

At least, he's not interested in that.

What really intrigued him was the land beneath his feet and the fate he was about to face.

—Canaan.

The tundra of the Northlands, known as the modern Canaan, is in stark contrast to the Promised Land of milk and honey in the Order's scriptures, where the environment is so harsh that even the lower districts of Hemtika are far from those of the Misty Regions, which have long since been reduced to breeding grounds for demons.

In contrast to the magnificence of the golden temple that had been expected, the whole world was surrounded by a thick and substantial darkness, where a turbid, gloomy, and unsettling aura of evil could be seen everywhere, and the mountains and the looming temples were majestic, but against the backdrop of the desolate frozen ground beneath their feet and the dim sea of clouds hanging low overhead, there was a sense of urgency that the storm was about to fall.

Repression –

In the air, which was so cold that he could barely breathe easily, all he felt was oppression.

His gaze paused slightly between the peaks of the mountains where the Order sits, and the young man from Hemtika exhaled a deep breath of turbid air that had accumulated in his chest.

Thanks to the cruel and tragic battle some time ago, his mind is much stronger than those reservists in the same period, although he still can't completely exempt himself from the deliberately created oppressive atmosphere, but through the change of the rhythm of breathing, it is not difficult to adapt to the new environment here.

What you need to worry about is whether you will perform too well.

Although he has to face the deep night and the high demons as an excuse, in order to better obtain information, he also needs to show his edge, but he is by no means ignorant of this truth, and even on the contrary, he has a very clear understanding of the current situation - not only to show his own advantages to possible observers, but also to hide appropriately to reduce the possibility of suspicion.

At the end of the day, the work he's doing now can't be put on the table.

Thinking so, the young man in the position of the observed, did not have the energy to pay attention to the performance of the companions who left the floating ship with him when they arrived in this subversive modern Canaan.

He just stood there quietly, without movement or speech, his expression was dull and wooden like a puppet.

- He was waiting.

Waiting for the arrival of the chief examiner who put them to the test of the reservist sword-wielders.

He'll be back.

This is not a deluded self-confidence, but a presumption based on facts - the reserve sword bearer, even if he is given a prefix like reserve, is a rare talent of the Order, as long as he can survive the rejection, even if he fails to implant the stigma and become the sword bearer who acts on behalf of the gods, he will be absorbed by the Holy Cult and become a member of the backbone of the Holy Cult - there is no reason for the Order to ignore the elite who have invested a lot of manpower, material and financial resources to cultivate.

"Free rookies, cherish your last thirty seconds. ”

As expected, about ten minutes later, a rough but somewhat ruffian voice sounded in my ears, along with the muffled sound of military boots slapping on the frozen soil of the Northland: "In thirty seconds, if the elites sent by the various branches are still scattered, I will gladly save the next batch of funds for the research department." ”

It's finally here.

The boy from Hemtika looked in the direction from which the voice came—

In the middle of the landing pad was a man in his thirties, who tied his long frost-white hair behind him very casually, his burly figure could not be concealed by a leather coat made of animal skin tanning, his face was not handsome or ugly, and there was a shocking scar at the corner of his left eye.

"Believe me, the officers of the Holy Cult Army are treated no worse than those with swords. ”

He had a wormwood in his mouth, and he didn't know whether it was sincere admonition or indifferent mockery.

But this has nothing to do with the teenager.

The impure infiltrator paused for two to three seconds before taking a step towards the examiner.

Then stopped.

- He was the first.

"It's not bad," the chief examiner, who was responsible for guidance, looked him up and down, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his thick palm rested on his shoulder, "I've seen blood, it's not a bad seed taught by the group of fools who can only study the classics in the Discipline Academy." ”

Then he patted it hard.

"I like you very much," his slightly hideous face leaned in, the corners of his mouth curled more and more creepy, "so congratulations, there's a good chance you'll ......"

Deliberate pause: "See hell." ”

If he had never experienced the terrible war that reduced the whole of Khmtika to ruins, the sword-wielding of the reservists might have changed dramatically under these contrasting and malicious words, but for a boy who had been tested for life and death, it was only a harmless joke.

Even, he still has the heart to play role-playing.

"Report sir," there was not the slightest fluctuation in his grim countenance, "I have just returned from Hell. ”

"Interesting," the tall, rugged-looking Northland man touched his stubbled chin, and the smile on his face gradually retracted, "which branch are you a rookie?" Heh, hell - you must know that even those adults in your training institute don't have the courage to mention this word in front of the sweepers. ”

The Sweepers, short for the Sweeper Brigade, are the armed forces directly subordinate to the headquarters of the Order, and their combat effectiveness is the strongest among all the sword wielders, and the disability rate and death rate are also indisputably the first.

For their enemy is none other than ...... Deepest night.

Sweep away the darkness and guard the light.

- That's their job.

"I'm from Hemtika. The boy from the old city, which had been reduced to ruins, looked up, and he did not hesitate to show his talents, especially if there were good reasons for it.

"Is Hemtika ......?"

It doesn't need to be explained, the name alone says it all - as a great swordbearer, he knows enough about everything that happened in that ancient city, whether it was the extinguishing of the fire or the revival of the old things, which shows how amazing the intensity of the war was.

Even the shepherd, who held the authority of Augustus, would fall, which was undoubtedly a mythical battle beyond the mortal realm.

Hell.

This title is well deserved.

"You're good," the rightful compliment, whether it was due to luck or enough ingenuity to survive a war of this level, quite a remarkable achievement for a reservist sword-wielder who had not yet been stigmatized, "very good—so I'm going to give you some unfortunate news." ”

With a playful look on his face, he chewed the wormwood in his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

"I've got a crush on you—"

"You can't escape. ”

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the reservist sword-wielding who had just finished assembling and was still messing around the entire team, and finally stopped at the young man with maroon hair and blue eyes in front of him.

"Put your name on it, recruit!"

Looks like it's off to a good start.

The reservist sword-wielder from Hemtika thought in his heart, his palms clenched slightly, and then he said his name in a slightly excited voice.

"Judas—"