The thirteenth layer of the Endless Abyss, the Naia Realm.

This layer of the abyssal battlefield world that was exposed, perhaps because of the disaster at the beginning, the vast continent of the entire world fell apart.

But they were neither large nor small, and they did not fall into the vast void below, but turned into suspended plates due to unknown factors. Some of them are too small for islands, some are large for continents, and they are all floating around in bits and pieces or stagnating in place.

Strangely, the sky still seemed to be spotless, the sun was still the same red sun, and the thin orange-brown clouds were still thin.

Regarding these strange phenomena, the surviving demons are full of food and say, "The middle of the world of Naia, the realm of Sara (Note 1) hides the answers to these secrets." And those who have not eaten enough should still do what they should do. After all, being alive, fed, and evolving, the quality trifecta is strong enough to enter the next layer of the abyss realm, isn't it much more simple and real than exploring some secrets?

It's just that there are exceptions to everything, and there are always some demons who stand at the top of the Naia Realm, discovering what is hidden in the middle of the world, and what is hidden in it.

It wasn't until the invasion of the coalition that they were scattered and scattered that they called on the demons above the entire Naia Realm Transformation Period (Great Demon) to resist the invading enemy together. It's funny to say that the devil who has no concept of family and country can be inspired because war produces death. For example, the death of the same race, the death of the other race, etc., and these deaths are actually equivalent to food in the eyes of the devil, a large and endless supply of food.

And the battlefield full of death, killing, and wailing is the holy place of evolution that demons dream of.

But within the seemingly monolithic coalition forces, no single voice can dominate, and on the closest piece of continental fragment to Diggie, which is equivalent to a large island, a massacre is unfolding.

Hooha, hoo ha.... A boy in a black gauze-trimmed cape was running as hard as he could.

"Run, this is my vision (Note 2)!" a leather-shirted uncle, also dressed in a gauzy black cloak, roared and slashed at his enemies. As the boy passed, a black bolt shot out of his index finger and dotted at him.

"Uncle Fleg!" the boy kept walking, passively accepting the black glow.

Looking back, the uncle with the black hunter's axe was already lying in a pool of blood. And because he gave him all his vision, the dead body quickly alienated under the influence of the abyssal breath, and reformed into the Abyssal Horror Demon fearlessly and began to attack indiscriminately (Note 3).

Holding back his tears, the boy relentlessly continued to run, slightly faster.

And this is not an isolated case.

Almost all of his closest people would choose to cleave the Abyssal Bandit to the death when they saw him(Note 4) and give the last of their vision to the long-haired boy named 'Murmur'. He then transformed into an abyssal dreador and began to attack indiscriminately, trying to buy him another time.

Death is spreading, and his own people are falling.

As if incarnated as a death messenger, under the gift of a fellow spiritual vision, Murmur, who was burdened with a special mission, ran faster and faster with an object wrapped in white cloth strips.

And then the moment he left, the rest of his clan 'blew himself up'!

"For the hope of Yanan!" These Yanans, dressed in black cloaks and medieval-style leather armor (Note 5), have successively inserted their brutal and violent weapons into their bodies.

Under the blood-black light, he turned into an unconscious horror demon with different shapes, and tried his best to delay.

But it was in vain, and it didn't take long for the massacre to end.

A humanoid monster roaring and chewing on the alienated flesh on the ground to clean up the battlefield. They all look like that, although they still maintain their human bodies as a whole, but their facial features, limbs and other parts have a large area of alienation and hyperplasia. Some have an arm with a mouth on their legs, and some have a slightly smaller head on their faces, and all kinds of ugliness are not listed one by one.

"Whoa!!"

The leader, who had six heads and gigantic bodies, raised his head and let out a rough and hoarse howl, and chased the last survivor away. The bandits who were eating flesh and blood also stopped their movements when they heard the sound and followed one after another.

Hoo-ha-.....

Even if he had left the place just now, he still didn't dare to stop his steps. Because he deeply understands the horror of those abyssal bandits. Those people, no, monsters, are simply no different from demons, and even the inferior nature is still above the demons.

There was a saying that came to his mind at this time: 'Kind, always know better about kind.' Only the Terrans know the weaknesses of the Terrans.

"If only I weren't a Terran. As a young man, he thought to himself, and even began to look forward to the demons who were rampaging on the battlefield.

Here I have to say that the Yanan plane civilization in the coalition army.

Their civilization, because of the abyss in the world in which they live, belongs to the civilization that understands the abyss the most, and it is also one of the civilizations that is most affected by the abyss.

At the same time, although they are still hostile to the Endless Abyss, every year they will let a large number of newly grown Yanan people enter different Abyss War Realms according to their potential, and complete the hunter's ritual - kill demons that are one level stronger than themselves and bring them back to one of their parts as proof.

As for how to avoid the assimilation of the abyss and keep yourself human and rational stronger, it is thanks to Yanan's unique power system, the blood source system, which is not shown here.

And Mur is a member of his city and county who entered (throws into) the Naia realm to complete the hunter's ceremony. Those who died were his subordinates sent by his family to assist him (about the same strength as him).

"If I hadn't accepted that commission, maybe it wouldn't have been the same. Murmur numbly fled, unconsciously running to the edge of this piece of continental fragment.

Looking at the dark and unknown void in front of him, he slowly sat down and quietly waited for death. He knew he couldn't run unless he could fly.

As he rolled through his short life like a marquee, he remembered his commission to 'bring such a thing to Ludewei'. Although the thing is still in his own hands now, because of this thing, his team of demon hunting is targeted by the abyssal bandits, and he is the only one left.

So!!!

"I know you're back. ”

Staring at the abyss bandits who were getting closer and closer to him, looking at their ugly appearance, he smiled disdainfully: "Just like you, you still want to get rid of the shackles? ”

He thought to himself and jumped to his feet, falling into the dark void.

So!!!!

The bandit leader roared and rushed at incredible speed the moment he jumped. The thick arm fished hard, but it was empty. There was a strong wind that made the Murmur fall faster, and that's it.

Who——!!

It roared unwillingly, hammering its chest for a long time before slowly retreating to the edge, returning to the ship it was riding in to find its next target. You must know that as a bandit, it is the most suitable choice to eliminate disasters for others.

Below, the murmur, which had been moving evenly and accelerating, did not wait for death to come.

Boom!

He bumped into an innocent girl and was scooped up by her.

"Are you the old hunter sent by Mary to save me?" he stared at the delicate maiden with a smile on his face for the rest of his life.

However, death doesn't end with an accident, it just comes a little later.

"Uh.... You... Not a hunter?"

The boy who looked at the age of seven or eight (actually eighteen) muttered about the purple crystals that had been pierced into his body and ended his life.

Hunter?

Curiously, Diggie pulled out the strip from his arms and discarded the food scrap, his fingers tearing open the strip of cloth to attract its attention.