Behind the rising stone wall was a dark abyss, and the cold wind blew from the valley floor, cold to the marrow, and carried a strong, indescribable stench of decay.

Carlo estimated that the average middle-level knight would be quickly frozen to death by the wind, even if it was a high-level knight, a strong body could withstand the cold, but he would be completely lost in the chaotic and distorted consciousness and resentment, and fall into madness.

"Master.."

Sophia had already reached the edge of the abyss, calling out to Carlo urgently.

Carlo stepped forward and looked down at her gaze, only to see that under the abyss were countless corpses stacked on top of each other, or hideously twisted, or mutilated, countless hollow faces full of pain and despair, or crawling with flies and maggots, staring up blankly, black dried blood and corpse fluid glued these corpses together, forming a disgusting, strange, and infiltrating mountain of corpses.

The black dead air and resentment are so thick that they are visible to the naked eye, and the resentful, vicious, distorted, crazy, and tyrannical consciousness converges into a gloomy and cold wind, hovering endlessly between the abyss, like countless undead ghosts wailing and screaming...

In the midst of this purgatory-like scene, there was a bright color that stood out, a withered tree at the top of the Corpse Mountain, its trunk twisted into a strange shape, like a wrinkled hand.

At the top of this long-dead tree, there was a plump and attractive fruit, its skin was bright red, slightly green, and it did not seem to be fully ripe, but even so, one could imagine its delicious taste and tender juice, and I wanted to bite it hard.

Carlo subconsciously took a step, stepping on nothingness, step by step up the mountain of corpses, the cries of the undead and the rich stench seemed to have no effect on him at all.

He walked up to the little tree, and the bright red fruit at the top of the branch rippled slightly, as if it were gently beckoning, tempting him to taste it.

Carlo stretched out his hand, and his pale fingertips slowly ran across the surface of the fruit, warm, smooth, and slightly elastic, like human skin.

When his mind touched the skin of the fruit, a strong sense of pleasure, joy, comfort, and beauty arose in his heart for no reason, and further along, all the beauty melted in an instant, and turned into endless pain, grief, malice, and torment.

The flower of the best blooms in the land of extreme evil, and there is only ugliness under the beauty.

Carlo thought for a moment, and conjured an equally full and bright fruit in his hand, very similar in appearance to the fruit on the withered tree, which was the fruit of sin that he had eaten countless times, from the system, but now he clearly felt a more ripe, or deeper sin, in the latter.

Sophia's voice came from behind, and she followed Carlo up the mountain of corpses.

“.. At the beginning of the empire, I killed countless untouchables who resisted, and a large number of people who tried to betray... With a mountain of corpses piled up and nowhere to put them, it was Talia who came up with the idea. The master once gave her a fruit, but she did not eat it, so she buried it in the pile of corpses, and almost at the moment of burying it, the fruit rotted and took root. Talia drove half of her army of ghouls into this abyss, and then there were those who died in the war, the executed slaves."

"This seed grows really slowly, it takes 50 years to grow into a small tree, and then it will wither in another 50 years, I thought it would die, but I didn't expect this fruit to grow in more than 20 years... Until now, it's finally almost ripe.."

Sophia's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she looked at Carlo obsessively, and murmured, "It must be waiting for its master, waiting for its master to come and take it off."

Carlo's heart trembled, he looked at the fruit of sin in his hand in a daze, and suddenly a thought arose in his heart: maybe what he had been eating was not the fruit, but the seed.

The Fruit of Sin is no longer of much help to Carlo now, tasting it more than using it to enhance the flesh, and now Carlo seems to have found a way to keep it useful...

Carlo was in a happy mood, reached out and gently pinched Sophia's smooth and delicate chin, and said softly, "Where will Talia be now?.. I can't wait to see her."

...

The Lost Forest is said to be industrious and simple dwarves and beautiful and kind elves living in the depths of the forest, and some people have even seen the legendary unicorn that can bring good luck, the mysterious lake fairy, and the sleepy flower fairy...

Of course, there are also all kinds of powerful magical beasts, man-eating ogres and ferocious dragons.

It's always been a haven for adventurers, but since thirty years ago, few adventurers have dared to venture into the depths of the Lost Forest.

Thirty years ago, the most evil of the continents, Taria, the sorceress who once stood alongside the Ice Empress Sophia and the Dark Pope, led her army of ghouls into the Lost Forest.

That time, none of the adventurers who entered the Lost Forest made it out alive.

Since then, the Lost Forest has become a forbidden place, and a terrible plague of miasma has covered the entire Lost Forest, withering vast swaths of trees and killing wild beasts.

There was a brave mercenary group that relied on the strength of the outnumbered people to investigate the changes that had taken place in the Lost Forest, but in the end, only one person escaped alive.

The survivor was the leader of the mercenary group, a powerful high-ranking knight, half of his face was torn apart, one eye was gouged out alive, a right arm was missing, and his body was covered with scratches and tooth marks.

In a trembling voice, he told the secrets of the Lost Forest: "The evil witch drove out the elves, enslaved the dwarves, and the whole forest is now the territory of the ghouls."

Soon afterward, he was decomposed and died.

Since then, few people have entered the Lost Forest, and there are also treasures left behind by greedy elves and dwarves who have never returned.

What was once an adventurer's paradise is now a forbidden place for the living, and the Lost Forest is also known as the "Forest of the Dead".

And on this day, outside the dark forest, two men walked slowly and shrouded in a strange black fog with a thick and cold aura.

Both of them are thin and thin, with a slight stiffness on their backs, and a strange pattern of skulls and scythes crossed on the right chest of their black robes.

The two black-robed men took a moment to look at the faint black mist that filled the entire forest, and then strode in without hesitation.

Even if a strong knight entered the black mist, he would be robbed of most of his body temperature in an instant, and he felt cold and pale, but the two of them didn't care, and instead let out a slightly pleasant sigh from their mouths.

Hoarse, harsh, like the sound of two rough pieces of bone rubbing against each other.

"Lamb, this is the right place for us to live."