Carter's chanting seemed useless to the attackers hiding in the woods. A stream of scarlet flames rose from the tail of the wooden staff www.biquge.info and with the help of the hurricane, it opened its flame tongue and instantly devoured the staff.

He cried out in despair, desperately wrapping up the burning staff, the scorching flames almost burning him. In the process, he was swept to the ground by the wind, hitting his ribs and abdomen against the rocks, and his ribs cracking.

However, he still clings to the wooden staff wrapped in the raging fire, the symbol of the city of Paliva and the most precious heritage of the Larson family, the "Perimedullary Worm". The flames did not spare him, but climbed all over his body, soaring up to a meter high, looking like a greased, incinerated, dried corpse.

Facing this scene in front of them, the hands of the knights of Deep Valley City holding their swords were trembling. The servants of the caravan had no strength to stand up. They looked at the burning Carter Larson, at the glittering golden gravel scattered on the ground, but none of them dared to step forward.

At this moment, hymns rang out around the jungle, echoes echoing back and forth in a narrow glass cover. These confused minds seem to be grabbed by the throat by a voice, and they can't tell whether it is one person or countless people chanting: "Origin of all things...... I am a sacrifice...... Will you see what you see...... Judgment ......"

Evan Hall struggled to prop up his legs, bent by fear, and squeezed his voice out of his throat little by little: "We...... Received ...... Siege of the Friars...... Their goals...... He is the heir of the city of Paliva. ”

This almost self-contained sentence gave him courage, and he squeezed the air out of his lungs as much as he could, and shouted: "Supreme Servant of God, more than half of our profits will be given to Holy Osiris." The sinner in front of him...... Carter Larsson has nothing to do with Deep Valley and we won't give him refuge......"

Throughout, his eyes were fixed on the golden sand that covered the ground and swirled in the air, and he was convinced that no force could be separated from wealth—this was the wisdom of the Hall family.

However, in his sight, a cluster of flames jumped into the golden pile of sand.

The scattered clump of gold sand was the first to shine, first like a wind blowing through burning lamp oil, jumping a few times, and then getting brighter and brighter, like a gemstone reflecting the intense sunlight on all sides, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

With a violent explosion, the bright yellow flames rushed into the air, the smoke and dust mixed with a large amount of gold mist instantly expanded, and the more and more vigorous tongues of fire rose from the ground, emitting a terrifying roar, and the huge flame tail instantly wrapped all the flat ground, and countless exploding metal particles splashed into the sky, emitting a dazzling light, and the ground covered with gold turned into purgatory.

The golden mist quickly condensed into liquid and solid particles, slamming into the already frightened people like a real torrential rain, the knight's armor pierced by the hot raindrops, and the caravan servants were shot through the back and arms.

The heir of Deep Valley City, Evan Hall, was not driven mad by the sight as his servants had imagined, but stared at the golden, orange-red air with his blood-red eyes.

He was no less fanatical about wealth than his father, but at the moment he was unusually calm.

The chanting lingered like the most terrible curse. Evan listened to the voices, propped his head on one hand, and finally straightened up in dizziness. He coughed hard, choking on blood—metal scalding his windpipe and lungs.

He took one last look at the inferno of gold and flames, at the heir of Paliva buried in the flames, and with a gesture, he left his horses and carts behind, and retreated step by step with the terrified team of the deep valley.

At first they walked slowly, then Evan began to walk briskly, and finally everyone was running wildly, and screams of extreme fear echoed through the jungle.

As the team left, the red flames shrank like a retreating tidal wave, revealing vast expanses of charred black. In less than half an hour, the scorching temperature vanished, leaving only a scorched earth and faintly visible golden particles.

When the voices were gone, Odin stepped out from behind the woods and calmly watched everything in front of him.

It seems that his preparations are nearing completion.

Carter Larson's final venture is to give up his position at the seminary, risk his life and return to Paliva, betting all his bets on the Lord of the Deep Valley, hoping to retrieve his father's body and flee, or...... Die.

I have to say that this plan is extremely risky and simply suicidal.

Old Hale has a grudge against the Sanctuary and the new king, but it is far from the point of dying for his old friend - this little knight team, it is not difficult to break into the avenue of atonement, but it is impossible to get out of it all. Even so, Carter Larson still has to hand over the family inheritance, and it seems that he is indeed desperate and on the verge of collapse.

What Odin wants is an heir to Paliwa City who has lost his mind, who is forced by the cruel reality to lose even his faith and life.

He only gave a slight push, and the allies of Deep Valley turned their backs on Carter...... Loyalty, so strong, yet so fragile...... This is an incredibly interesting phenomenon.

Seeing that the surroundings were scorched black, he softly chanted in the demon language: "Wind." ”

A burst of crisp air flowed in, carrying the scent of trees and grass, sweeping through the black earth. Where the wind blew, a humanoid silhouette was revealed, tightly curled up in a ball, looking indistinguishable from the charcoal around it.

Odin approached the body and gently brushed away the black mud that covered it, revealing the pale skin of the body. Then he turned the whole body over - the human was still clutching a toy-like wooden stick in his hand.

Carefully cleaning the dirt from his body, Odin made sure that the man was not seriously injured except for a broken rib and a frightening number of wounds on his body, so he wiped the dust from the stick, which was half scorched by the intricate pattern of the magic circle.

With that done, Odin tossed aside his white monk's robe and sat down against the stones—his muscles gnawing at the ants and his blood boiling hot like boiling water. What he had done to the team in Deep Valley Castle just now left him with little strength to stand up.

He gasped and looked at the sky, a dark red mist drifting into his field of vision.

"The Nightmare smelled me—what do humans say...... Bad luck......" He stood up helplessly and found two red eyeballs floating not far from him.

"These demons are really like flies that smell fishy, and they can even detect a little trick. But the risk ...... If you don't take risks, who won't let me know anything else. Now, Ursus, it's time for us to go back to Paliva and wait for the poor man to jump into the trap. I could see that he was obsessed with the dead man in his heart. ”

Odin summoned the "spirit" in the void and told him to watch out for himself, and quickly disappeared into the woods.

Carter Larson finally woke up from a coma. The breeze swept across his cheeks, and he opened his eyes, almost forgetting why he came from and where he was.

The next moment, he sat up from the ground, and his intense emotions almost tore his brain apart. He groped nervously around—and finally found the staff carved out of black gold wood, the circle on which had been destroyed.

He gasped, kept his sanity as best he could, and slowly stood up. His feet were unusually soft, and he swirled with a slight movement of a large piece of charcoal. He walked cautiously, and if he was not careful, he could step on the minced flesh that could not tell the difference between a man and a horse.

On top of the black earth, tiny gold grains glowed, piercing his head like sharp swords. His throat and brain seemed to be completely damaged, and the shrill beep echoed in the spiritual sea, so that he couldn't utter a word, and he couldn't remember a clue.

Carter poured back into the char heavily, and the dust tumbled into his trachea, causing him to cough violently. He couldn't breathe, but he didn't want to struggle. As death was near, he saw the white monk's robes abandoned on the ground.

Suddenly, a raging fire ignited in his heart, and this flame of hatred gave him strength. He got back to his feet, dusted himself off, and staggered a few steps before stopping—he found some escaping footprints.

Thinking back to his head, he bit his lip and bled out of his mouth, and walked towards the city of Paliva.