The chaotic battle lines in the river of blood above are another world to Clown Crane.

These hot-blooded, unwilling, crazy, non-stop killing fierce fights are mediocre in his eyes. Because he's seen enough of too many wars, enough of too many killings, his own, and someone else's.

Drink!

A demon beside him was slashed open by a hunter's knife, and its hot blood splattered everywhere, dripping through his body and dripping on the ground.

Phew, the hunter saw that it was dead, and hurried to make a blood surge to restore his strength. In the release of the blood, he was given a slight respite. But because he had been fighting on the battlefield for so long, he seemed to have overlooked something.

When the blood returned, it did not bring the usual sense of comfort, but a heart-piercing pain.

Hehe.... He felt the pain, and his face turned indescribable. Then, enduring the pain that slowly spread throughout his body, he silently put the war knife in his hand and solemnly stuck it on the ground. Take off your hunter's cloak and place it on top of the hilt.

He knew what the pain meant, so he groped his whole body and placed what he thought was the most important thing in front of the humble 'clothed mound'.

When the last rag doll made by his child was put down, the corners of his eyes burst into the corners of his eyes, blood flowed, and he let out a low, inhuman roar, and finally the clothes on his body were blown by the alienated and mutated body, and he became a terrifying demon to continue the unfinished battle.

In this way, because the blood surge is too frequent, the impurities accumulated in the body exceed the tolerance standard, and the Yanan hunters who have deteriorated into terrifying demons have many more in the chaotic battlefield.

On one side of it, Clown, whose body was etherealized like a ghost, had been digging for something.

The moist soil in front of him had been slowly dug out of a small pit by him, and there was faintly red stagnant water in it, which he scooped out little by little.

He didn't use any supernatural power, just dug quietly with his own hands. Through the clown mask, you can feel the solemnity and solemnity of this man at the moment.

There are always some things that even crazy people will unconsciously converge on. There are always some pasts, even if they are unbearable to look back on and lost in the long river of time, but there are still people who will remember them.

Digging with one hand and digging through the soil with the other, I don't know how often a crystalline irregular object is exposed, revealing a small part.

"It turned out to be real......" Clown Crane brushed aside the dust obscured above, and the corner of the irregular object revealed a clear texture like blue crystal. Something could be seen vaguely from it, something was wrapped inside.

Dig, dig .... This unknown dusty object has been re-emerged little by little. Its crystalline surface reflects a harsh light in the sunlight. Suddenly, it caught the attention of a demon, who devoured the corpse on its hand in three or two strokes and strode towards it.

Bang~

Feeling the shock, Crane snapped his fingers. In the soil beneath his feet, a large number of clown beetles were densely drilled, and they instantly devoured the invading ignorant demon.

Here are his memories, here are his secrets, he just wants to be alone and silent, he doesn't want to share it with anyone.

And as this object was slowly unearthed, there were more and more insects crawling around Clown Crane, and they were no longer in a corner of the place due to the influence of the owner's emotions, and the rustling continued to spread outward.

"What is this??" The unfortunate Yanan hunter desperately urged the blood to spur, crawling with a large number of beetles, and with doubts became the nutrients for the growth of the swarm.

Not only him, but the entire pattern of the cyber front has been broken by these ever-increasing little bugs. They go on a rampage as they please, attacking everything in their path with impunity, falling into dead silence wherever they go.

Finally, the high-level Yanan who looked at the battlefield found these dangerous uninvited guests.

Looking at the swarm of insects that were gradually forming into the tide, Speaker Sivis (Elder of the Yanan Hunter Council, referred to as the Speaker) picked up a horn trombone around his waist and put it to his mouth - woooo

The sound of the retreating horn was transmitted to the battlefield by him using the power of blood and energy. At the sound of the horn, the hunters heard the news and put away their weapons and withdrew. When he saw the hunters retreating, he put down his horn and turned it back to his waist, and looked at the insect tide that was clearing the field and was silent.

"Speaker Sives, what are those bugs? Like..."The senior management on the side recalled in distress, a little impressed, but couldn't remember it for a while.

"That's a madman, a worm infestation from Wizard Crane. Speaker Cives explained their confusion: "Yesterday, I received a summons from President Luther, but I didn't expect that madman to really come. ”

It's him...... A group of high-level officials suddenly realized, and looked at the insect plague raging in the blood river and fell silent, and a voice asked for a long time, "Is he here to help?"

Speaker Cives casually said, 'What the hell is that madman doing?' and walked towards the camp. A huge pupil wrapped in blood on the ground quickly rose into the air after he left, continuing to observe.

After all, for a madman, no one can predict his next move. If a madman is so powerful that it is eye-catching, if he is not vigilant, he may not know how he died.

More than ten minutes later, the hunters left. The demon army also saw that the situation was not right and evacuated.

The originally noisy cyber defense line returned to calm for a while. Only the overwhelming swarm of insects still lingers inside, guarding the secret of the master.

On the ground, in the pit in front of Clown Crane, this unknown crystalline object has finally been revealed.

In the sunlight, the irregular blue crystals that shine brightly, about two meters high and more than one meter wide. After breaking free from the shackles of the soil, he was suspended in the air more than 20 centimeters above the ground.

The package inside was not an object, but a kind-faced old man. The style of clothing on his body, I don't know if it's a coincidence, is actually a bit similar to Crane's fancy colorful dress.

What this old man does, what his name is, Clown Crane doesn't know anything about it. But the origin of the blue crystals that enveloped him, Crane knew all the same. He was the creator of the catastrophe and the only survivor.

"Barcelus......" he muttered a name with no specific meaning, his eyes deep and he bit his fingers, slowly smearing his own blood on them.

His crimson blood was like a key with some kind of magical power. The huge blue crystals gradually evaporated and melted under its influence. Continuing at this rate, it seems that the old man inside can escape from his confinement.

......

Underground, a bare-bottomed little girl was running back in the tunnel, but the enemies in hot pursuit were not at all she could have imagined.

Gurgle..... Sharp limbs pierced the rocks at high frequency, and a group of patrolling spiders galloped across the stone walls of the ground, chasing the unexpected intruder. Their heads were wrapped in bristle carapaces, and two rows of sixteen compound eyes locked onto Diggie.

Puff~

In the darkness they rushed at it, spitting out something. I saw a ball wrapped in green light, stretched in the wind and turned into a huge fine cobweb, striking the small bean in front of me.

It's so fast, it's going to be over in the blink of an eye!

Puff knock~

Diggie has been able to deal with them until now, but not on his own short legs. As the webs fell, several tentacles sprouted from her palms against the tunnel wall a few meters in front of her.

Tough scarlet tentacles pierce through the stone wall in an instant. Although it was only a few centimeters in, it was enough to pull Diggy's small body and drag her away from the coverage of the cobwebs.

Woohoo .... Just shoot out the tentacles and let them drag themselves constantly. A few meters a second, a few meters a second, she was speeding away from the pursuers behind her. Soon after, the little girl returned to her original place. The diligent Drill Earth Demons, still working hard, Diggie walked along the tunnel wall a few times and walked beside them.

Duang~

Diggie's little feet unceremoniously stepped on their bloated bodies, and staggered up with their hands and feet.

Under the spider's unwilling gaze, she stood on top of a Ground Driller and used her tentacles to escape into the hole above. By the time they reached the hole and chased after her, she was gone.

Boom!

After more than ten minutes, the tentacles lifted the ground, and a small bare body crawled out of it. Seeing the small beetles crawling densely on the surface, Diggie unceremoniously grabbed one with his small hand and threw it into his mouth.

Crunch, this little thing is so delicious. She ate as she walked, and saw Clown Crane walking towards him.