The Swamp of Despair –

This demon is a real natural disaster for ordinary people, the body made of soft mud is naturally immune to most slashes, the greasy body is covered with a layer of corrosive slime that can melt steel, and even more painful is the acidic poison gas that constantly volatilizes outward with its activities.

Just looking at it from a distance will make your eyes sour and your throat hot.

As for what it would be like to get closer?

Sorry, no one here wants to know the answer - not even Amy Ulysses, who has a death harbinger, doesn't plan to add another special dish to her death menu.

But that doesn't mean it's an inexplicable presence in the deepest night.

While it has a slashing resistance like soft mud, its speed of movement is greatly limited, and its defenses that cannot be broken through are accompanied by its weak and deadly attacks.

Unable to move at high speeds, and lacking long-range means of attack.

If you don't have that acidic mucus, it's probably a pretty harmless type.

It's no different from a meat target.

It was this weakness that the young Gloryer exploited, and near the limit of sight range, the support team waited for it, and the poison-extracted crossbow bolts were mounted on the alchemically blessed crossbows, and the cold light shone in the darkness.

"Put!"

Regana grasped Amy's intentions well, and instead of letting the crossbowmen fight separately, they were forbidden to do so, controlled by a series of simple and straightforward commands, bringing them to a unified rhythm - almost at the same time as he gave the order, the members of the support group knocked the trigger at the same time, and with a crisp "snap", the bowstring vibrate, and the snow-white feathers broke out of the string, cutting through the darkness and piercing the slug-like, liquid-like mucus aggregate of the swamp of despair.

It's not enough.

Close combat was not feasible or maneuverable in the face of this disgusting monster, so the attack team led by Amy did not participate in this battle, they just roamed around, acting as a support group to protect against other predators that might exist in the dark.

Of course, the Glory One is not in the ranks of the guards, and his more important mission is to observe.

- Observe to determine if the Crossbow can actually do damage to the Swamp of Despair.

The results were disappointing.

The bolts fired from the alchemy crossbow were enough to pierce through the liquid-like body, but it was unknown how much damage it could inflict - from his vantage point, the disgusting monster was visibly affected, but it seemed to be ...... Not so deadly?

The body was torn open with three large holes, which was undoubtedly an extremely terrifying injury.

But as long as it saw the body glued back together, no one would think that it had taken more damage than it could bear.

Monsters, this is real monsters.

Even in her heyday, Amy didn't want to provoke monsters.

But who made him not alone now? The three special demons he had slain before had vaguely cemented his position in the nascent team, but that didn't mean he had room to back down - even the opposite, he had to rise to the occasion and strengthen his position with victory.

Trust is weak, suspicious, and fragile.

He can't afford to fail.

So, it doesn't matter if you put some capital on it a little, right?

The Glory One clenched his palms, or more precisely, the fire crystals in his palms—after the lanterns made by the alchemists of the Order, the value of the fire crystals was relatively much lower, and it was no longer so indispensable or indispensable.

It can be used as a disposable consumable when necessary.

Like now.

"Maybe you can try this," now that the decision has been made, there is no need to hesitate, Amy Ulysses handed over the bright red diamond-shaped crystal in his hand, "This is fire crystal, a specialty of our hometown, it is a crystallization that absorbs the power of fire, and it should have some effect when carried on the arrow." ”

"Isn't it heartache?" The Swamp of Despair didn't put much pressure on him, and after Regana took the crystallization of the power of order from the Glorious One, she was even in the mood to tease him, "I've seen this on the exchange list, and the asking price is fifty points." ”

"Can I get it back, then?" asked Amy, expressionless.

"I think too much," the girl raised her hand, "you don't want to come back what went into my hands." ”

- That's the end of the joke.

The moment she turned around, Regana retracted the smile on her face.

Fire Crystal, or Order Crystall—she'd heard of it, which, like the Order's Holy Water Zero, was unmatched in its lethality to any demon below the High Demon Rank.

She didn't even have to try it to know that the arrows loaded with the crystals of order would be absolutely fatal to the monster in front of her.

Victory is at hand.

The girl squinted her eyes and wound the fire crystal pendant around the arrow again and again, three points and one line, aim!

She waited silently for it to approach, her index finger rubbing against the sweat-soaked trigger.

Then the countdown began.

"Three ......"

A choking sour smell came rushing in.

"Two ......"

His eyes were uncontrollably moist, and tears were pouring down like pearls with broken threads.

"One—"

She forcibly suppressed the burning pain in her throat, and the figure of the monster in her pupils gradually expanded.

So, the index finger pressed down.

The trigger was tapped.

The taut strings cracked, and unevenly forced, arrows whirled out.

Unhindered, the arrows wrapped around the crystallization of order sank into the demon's fluid-like flexible body, and then, as if stimulated, its body inflated in an exaggerated manner like a balloon that had been blown up.

And then......

Then Rigana rolled on the ground.

- With a "bang", as if boiling water meets boiling oil, when the two attributes of the innate hostility collide together, the explosion ...... And rightfully so, it happened.

Like a grand firework, the dark sky is illuminated as if it were day.

No, it's daylight...... But in the depths of the night the day is no different from the night.

Amy bent down to pick up the demon core that had rolled to her feet, thinking about whether she could match it or not—he was very satisfied with the girl's blow just now, and the timing was just right, even he was not sure that he could do it better at that time.

Sure enough, there is no simple role that can become the captain.

And just as he was thinking this, the girl who had been dusted in the tumbling had already stood up from the ground and walked to his side: "How is it, are you still satisfied with my answer?"

"Quite satisfied. "The glorious one does not spare his praise.

"That's what I'm going to say to you," Rigana smiled, and although her smile wasn't pretty at all, it still gave people a comfortable feeling, "but I would like to add an extra 'congratulations'." ”

"What do you mean?" Amy raised an eyebrow.

"Literally," the girl coughed twice, spitting out two mouthfuls of thick bloody phlegm, and it was evident that although it was still a short time, the monster's acidic poison gas had an extremely bad effect on her throat, "I recognize your strength on behalf of the Seer Alliance - a total of seven teams, including me, will be merged into your corps in the next few days." ”

"You ......," Amy reacted at this point, "who does it mean?"

"The common opinion of the first seven teams of the camp," Regana was not surprised by the reaction of the Glory, "Judas, we are not the uncooperative, blindly competing mass you expected, in fact, as early as the day after the Altar of Trade was discovered, we were the first to arrive to form a simple alliance of mutual aid. ”

"Neil is one of you, too?" asked the Gloryer.

"Mind you, it's seven teams. The girl gave the answer, "We didn't include the lone wanderers in the system, and the influx of those who caused the surge in existential pressure in disguise, except for the first few who could communicate, all had a deep-seated distrust of us - therefore, there was no further contact." ”

"Well...... "Can Amy rub her chin with her hand?"

"I'm an observer," Regana pondered, "to determine if you're really capable of crusading against the most intractable special demons—and if you have the potential to fight the higher demons once the legion is formed." ”

"High demons?"

Dark Earth Mother, Foggy Night Murderer - in memory, there is no one who has anything to do with this to deal with.

"When the competition for survival was not fierce, our seven teams had an in-depth discussion of the truth about this dead city. "The first thing that is certain is that this world is not normal, and what has happened to us must be related to some plan of the Order Headquarters, and ...... The altar we live on is not really strange, but a gap in the underground seal. ”

"What's sealed down there?" the name of the King of the Yellow Coats came out.

But Regana's answer was once again unexpected.

"It's a High Demon," she said, as if fearing that the Glory One wouldn't be able to accept the fact, repeating, "a High Demon with the word 'demon'." ”

Wait—a demon? A higher demon?

The gap was so great that the Glory One didn't react at once.

"The so-called altar is actually a blood ritual," the maiden's bombshell news came one after another, "and with each of our transactions, the terrible demon underground is one step closer to breaking free from the seal - but sadly, we have no choice but to survive." ”

This altar is the only way for the entire city of Dead to obtain unpolluted water and food.

"So what?" Amy roughly guessed their intentions.

"We're going to kill it while it's not fully regained its strength. Rigana said, looking up at his blue eyes, "And your presence is indispensable." ”

It's a fact.

In previous battles, he had proven with his actions that his strength was absolutely impeccable, even among 'them'.

It is a combat force that can never be given up.

However, the teenager from the city of Hemtika was just silent.

Stress builds up over time.

Finally—

After a long silence, the Honorable One from Hemtika spoke: "Allow me to refuse—if your sincerity is nothing more than that. ”