A light rain was falling, and the black land, which had experienced several major battles in a row, exuded an indescribable ominousness.

Click!

The blackened branches of the scorched trees that remained under the dirt were trampled and broken by uninvited guests. The withered yellow hair was visibly malnourished, revealing the hidden eyes inside.

The expressionless girl walked slowly through the ruined land with a rusty scythe. The craters in front of her were getting denser, and she had to spend more distance to complete the displacement that was not too far.

A weak wail gradually filled the girl's ears. A trench that was mostly buried by a large amount of broken dirt, tools, and other debris blocked the girl's progress.

The girl lowered her head, and in the light rain a man covered in blood and mud, part of his body was buried in the mud, and the upper half of his body was slowly squirming. A wail came from his mouth, causing a palpitation.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Hahahaha!" Suddenly, the seemingly quiet girl let out a nervous laugh.

The eyes of the man who wailed "...... hurt" were covered in blood, and one of his arms was twisted and broken. Although he could no longer see the face of the comer, at least he could clearly feel a deep malice from the nervous laughter of the other party.

There was a sound of a squirming human body squatting, followed by the injured man who felt his hair grabbed.

A familiar and unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and there was even a unique fragrance of a woman rushing into his nose, but this sound made him creepy.

"Rolf, my dear love!" the woman whispered softly in his ear. Rolf desperately wanted to struggle: "Wait......"

The cold metallic touch had already crossed his throat!

Ten minutes later, the slightly panting girl got back to her feet like a ghost crawling out of her blood. A head with a distorted expression was gently held in her hand, and a pair of eyes looked at the head in her hand with morbid love, and a crisp giggle laugh came out of her mouth.

"Alice......" Thin freckled Adam slowly came behind the nervous girl, and called softly with some heart palpitations.

"Look, Mr. Adam, my lover Rolf will never do anything wrong again!" Alice, who was soaked in blood, smiled sweetly and lovingly caressed Rolf's cheek, who had only one head left.

"Ah......" Adam let out a long sigh, hatred had completely distorted the girl's mind.

Glancing at the girl with pity, Adam bent down to pick up a broken knight's sword from the ground, slowly scooping up the dirt next to the headless corpse and dumping it on the corpse in a pool of blood.

"Let the deceased rest in peace!" said Adam, as if to himself, at this moment, as an adult man, he instinctively feared the slender ordinary girl beside him.

The remnant sun is like blood, and this word seems to be very apt at this moment. The combination of the blood-red remnant sun and the shattered battlefield after the war would be an alternative beauty in the artist's eyes in their eccentric thinking.

But for Bahrain, who was actually on the battlefield, all he could see was a dead silence and a deep exhaustion.

The Second Battle of the Crater, which the Holy See had carefully organized, took less than half a day from the beginning to the end. The majestic and high-spirited Holy See army, which was carrying a large number of people's burdens, was once again defeated.

On a tactical level, this was naturally another huge failure, and it is difficult to say at the strategic level whether the Holy See was a defeat or not. At the very least, the Holy See explored the strength of the Arcanists entrenched in the crater to deduce the role of the sudden appearance of the nail in the overall strategy of the Blood Sea Enchantment.

From a macro perspective, this temptation ended in victory for the Holy See, after all, from this battle, the Holy See could clearly tell that the Arcanist who was entrenched in the crater was not too strong. Regardless of whether the Second Battle of the Crater was a trap for the Blood Sea Enchantment, it can be clearly inferred from the strength of the Arcanist who was entrenched in the crater from the beginning that this nail was definitely not a bridgehead for the Blood Sea Enchantment to attempt a strategic counteroffensive.

For the top brass of the Holy See, figuring this out is enough for the cardinals and the cardinals of this world to decisively bear the price of such a tactical failure.

Perhaps only the Chanter Unidas, who had suffered another fiasco, was outraged by the entire Holy See's hierarchy.

Whether or not the Holy See has won a strategic victory, a scapegoat is always needed for a superficial tactical defeat. As the initiative to ask Ying to be the coach of this operation, Unidas is the best target of the black pot.

Slowly opening his eyes, the non-dazzling light of the setting sun shone ominously. Bahrain instinctively felt a violent wriggling in his stomach, and naturally recalled scenes of corpses covered in deworming in his mind.

This is not the first time he has seen such a picture after the First Battle of the Crater.

Ever since Unidas retreated, which had brought him great psychological pressure, he had been squeezing his physical potential, and Bahrain, who was struggling to survive in a world full of endless malice, finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Reinforcements from the Blood Sea Enchantment have arrived, and he can finally go home!

Home, what a strange word. Ever since he was captured by Unidas and thrown into the gladiatorial arena like a poor little beast, the word home had become his most distant luxury.

For many days and nights, young Bahrain could only survive with a hard time. This word, all these years, he did not dare to think of.

But at this moment, he knew he could finally go home. Maybe my parents have already died in the war, or maybe my former classmates are scattered in some corners of the world. But he can finally return to the civilized society that belongs to him. That society of the Arcanist civilization called the Rome of Truth.

The tense nerves of the limit were completely relaxed at this moment, and a deep exhaustion followed.

Yes, he was so tired! He wasn't a hard-core warrior from the start. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to give in the first time after being captured.

Essentially, he was just an Arcanist apprentice who hadn't really stepped into society yet, an ordinary Awakened One. It's just that fate played a joke full of bad fun on him, and the drastic changes in the environment forced him to survive step by step.

Exhaustion swept through Balin's body, and the shining arcane shield on his head resembled his father's solid arm as a child, and as long as he was under this layer of protection, he could sleep peacefully.

It wasn't until this moment that he woke up again.

"Bloody remnant sun...... Bahrain suddenly muttered to himself.

"Hey, you still have a poet's side?" a playful voice came into his ears.

This was followed by a growing hustle and bustle. In the field of vision, a large group of wolf-induced patients are enthusiastically tidying up the broken earth at the foot of the crater.