The whole world trembled, and the earth groaned, screamed, and wailed, as if in the next moment the entire surface on which it had stood would collapse and disintegrate. So when the earth disintegrates, where do the people who were on the earth fall into? Do they keep falling down with the land? Or do they just hang in the air? Because you see, we stand on the earth, but the earth also restricts us, doesn't it? Because there is such a vast land, it is so difficult to fly, if the earth disappears, or if the boundary between heaven and earth becomes blurred, maybe people can fly in the air like birds without wings. But what is the price of soaring? Heaven and earth are gone, will everything in the world still exist? This kind of freedom that breaks through everything may not be freedom at all.

At least that's what Lothar felt when he confirmed that the space he was in was the opposite side of a coin beneath the ground, and in this wasteland, as soon as he looked up, he could see the endless and unusually dark sky in the sky. In a casual conversation in the past, the Count once asked the mage why the sky was blue and not any other color, and the answer given by Cheese at that time was that the blue sky in their eyes was only an illusion caused by the exhaustion of human eyesight and the reflection of light, and that the sky was not blue, it was not any color. This answer made Lothar feel deceived for a time, and if they did not even know the true color of the sky, what right could they claim to live under it? Because the truth is always cruel, something that doesn't take into account the feelings of others, and can't even be described in blood.

These questions were not felt by the Count's quiet solitude, but on the contrary, the moor was churning beneath his feet, thanks to the giant worm that had emerged from the roots of the tree. In such chaos, even if he was as strong as Lothar, he could not stabilize his body, he could only be like a falling flower that was swept into the waves, helplessly following the waves of the earth and floating. The loud noises that shook his internal organs, the pain caused by the collision, and the dizziness that could no longer be distinguished from the upper and lower levels, should have caused a great impact on the cognitive state of the human body, but when they acted on Lothar at the same time, a kind of tranquility that seemed to be isolated from the body came.

This tranquility is also different from the near-death experiences or contemplations he has experienced, it is completely physical, not some kind of mental state. Not sure, but the Earl reckoned that it was a defense by his body to prevent his brain from collapsing in these too rapid and irregular changes, like a lord who locks a starving populace outside the city walls with a heavy gate in a year of famine. They know the problem is there, but they also know they don't have the ability to solve it. So they can only choose to become a deaf, blind.

Lothar was not such a lord, and if a famine year came, he would choose to stand with his people in search of a way to survive. If he hadn't found this way, he would have preferred to abandon the privileges of nobility in the face of an equal death. So he tried to break the silence, and after he regained his sight and gradually regained his sense of touch, he was finally able to understand the current situation. It was a war, or battle, and it reminded me of a knight alone with a spear charged to a heavily guarded castle. It's a disparity that feels absurd.

The worm that emerged from the roots of the tree writhed, its petal-like head revealing a dense spiral of jagged teeth, and a low, breathless roar erupted from its tower-thick body, forming a sound wave of substance, stirring up the dust on the surface of the wasteland and the cold water of the river!

"Ride!" the steppe man's distinctive call for his mount swept past Lothar, who was prostrate on the ground, accompanied by their signature shouts as they charged. The Count, who had regained control of his body from instinct, looked up and saw a cavalryman riding a black war horse with colored braids on his head and a sheepskin jacket. It's just that the anomaly is that this cavalryman, who does not tremble at all on horseback and fits closely to his mount, has no left arm, not even a left leg! It stands to reason that the uneven weight of the body caused by such a physical disability will definitely make people unable to ride a horse anymore, but the person in front of him rushed to the worm in the distance in such a grand manner. At the same time, Lothar also noticed that there was more to it than that.

Hundreds, thousands, and even more cavalry rushed from all sides of the moor, and they were all full of fighting spirit, as if the worm were their enemies who had killed their wives and children!

This is not the army of the living, this is the legion of the dead. It only took a few seconds for the Count to be sure of this. For if any of them were alive, how could there be no sound in the galloping of ten thousand horses! The horses galloped across the moor, their hooves as soft as if they were trampling on cotton, and their muscles were strangely displayed as they ran.

"Hey, what are you hesitating!" a voice rang out from behind Lothar, who turned to see a rider on a maroon steed, with the prettiest beard he had ever seen, and a hat made of unknown animal fur. The rider appears to be fairly complete, at least at the skilful glance with no visible mutilation. Lothar hesitated to respond to the other party, he didn't know if the other party was also a dead man, or something else, but before he could hesitate to make a result, the man continued to talk to himself, "I know that we are far from home. Think of our results! With three more tribes, we will be able to unify the entire northern steppe! Come on, my brother, we have to charge!"

At first time, he didn't notice it, but after the other party said a few words, Lothar realized something, and he couldn't really understand what the other party was saying. That's probably because the language spoken by this man is geographically different from the language spoken by the nomadic tribes around the lion he studied. Moreover, he realized that the man was not talking to himself. Because before he could react, the person who had made a gentle gesture of encouragement just now instantly became angry, as if he had been annoyed and angry after receiving some kind of rejection. He drew the scimitar from his waist and slashed diagonally in front of the horse, as if to cut off the head of someone standing beside him. After doing this, the man didn't look at Lothar again, and charged at the worm with his weapon in hand.

He's just repeating a clip from his own life. Lothar understood. But what he didn't understand was where the undead came from, why they were attacking the worm here and now, what stimulated them, why he hadn't seen them in the wilderness for so long? No, maybe they had been here all along. It occurred to Lothar that, with Helen's character, she would not be so interested in a vast wasteland, and had even abandoned her father several times during the previous few days of travel. She could see what Lothar couldn't see, maybe it was the knights.

"What the hell is going on. Lothar muttered, he couldn't grasp the slightest clue now.

"That's what it is, you know, nothing special. A familiar and unfamiliar voice answered him, directing him to the river not far away, where, in the waves, the figure of a half-human fish was revealing his upper body, and its pupilless eyes were smiling at him.