Blood stained the valley red, and the breeze smelled of death. All traces tell of the deaths of hundreds of people here, and the weapons and armor left on the ground are the relics of their lives.

After killing all these mercenaries in a few seconds, An Ling's eyes returned to clarity and turned back to a beautiful jade color.

As soon as he grabbed the void, all the dead souls of the mercenaries gathered into his hands and stuffed them all into his mouth.

"Ah~"

"What a wonderful taste~, sure enough, it is still the best taste for the human soul."

An Ling's face was full of intoxication.

The human soul is very delicious and pure, and it can be completely absorbed directly without corrosion and grinding. This wonderful feeling immersed An Ling in it.

At this moment, An Ling's left hand seemed to be gushing out with a sharp burning sensation, which hit his mind and made An Ling wake up instantly.

He subconsciously looked at his right hand, only to see that the holy sword that had become ordinary had a golden light again, and the burning pain in his left hand was also caused by the surging and tumbling of the holy power in the holy sword.

This is the Sacred Sword's reaction to sinful things, and it also indicates the loss of the little humanity that An Ling possesses.

"Does devouring souls drain humanity?"

An Ling thoughtfully, withdrew the holy sword from his back, and looked at his burned arm. Frowning and said:

"But if we want to regain all our strength, we need at least a million more souls."

"It's a ...... trouble"

Shaking his head, An Ling didn't think about it so much first, and walked in a direction in the upper valley.

At this moment, the valley was blood-red and full of fishy wind. Almost all the mercenaries died, but only one lucky one survived, shivering behind a large boulder.

It was a bard with a group, and his face was a little handsome, but unfortunately the tears and snot on his face ruined everything at the moment. And that scared look that almost collapsed.

His survival was not accidental, but intentional.

"Hi, hello."

An Ling came to him and greeted him politely.

The young bard raised his head and looked at An Ling, who looked quiet and lovely, his face showing great fear and despair, and tears in his eyes accelerated to flow.

"Ask for ...... Please! Please don't kill me! I'm innocent! I'm not in the same league as them! ”

His appearance of begging for mercy was fully revealed, and the fear he exuded floated all over An Ling's nose.

Shaking his head and smiling again, An Ling gently helped him up and said gently:

"I don't kill you, I don't kill people casually."

The bard was stunned, and asked tremblingly:

"Really, really?"

"Really."

An Ling nodded, raised a finger and said:

"It's just that I want to ask you for something."

"Something?"

The bard shook his head, and immediately took out his money bag with trembling hands.

"I ...... That's all I have. ”

"I don't want money."

"Not money?"

An Ling nodded, gently took the money bag in the bard's hand, and then stroked the bard's forehead with his palm, and said:

"I might be a little rude, bear with me."

"What?"

Without answering, An Ling directly plunged a finger into the minstrels' brain.

"Ah~"

The bard screamed in pain, his face bruised, and his eyes rolled.

An Ling lowered his head and carefully extracted the memories in the minstrel of the minstrels.

After a quick glance through the general memory, An Ling quickly found the part he was interested in.

The appearance of this world, the pattern of this world, the humanities of this world, the background of the times, and the environment of this world...... All the knowledge about this world, all the knowledge memories that An Ling wants to know and is not familiar with at this moment, let An Ling rummage out of the poet's mind at this moment.

Reading those memories, the corners of An Ling's mouth gradually became intoxicated.

A beautiful magical world, and it happens to be in a wonderful era...... One, the Belle Époque when the gods are sleeping!

That's right, An Ling knew from the minstrels' memories that hundreds of years ago, for unknown reasons, all the gods of this world fell into endless contemplation close to death. There are no gods guarding this world, only the world barrier guarding is operating.

Originally, An Ling was still wondering why he came to the world, but he did not attract the attention and reflection of the great gods, so this was the case.

"Haha, that's wonderful......"

An Ling was a little lucky, fortunately he came early and could still see this beautiful and complete world. In a few years, this world is estimated to become an abyssal monarch, an amusement park where strange gods gallop outside the sky, a dilapidated and bleak place, and finally fall apart and go to extinction.

Of course, the memories read from the minstrel may not be true, and they still need to be verified by An Ling.

After seeing what he wanted to see, An Ling put down the bard again.

The liberated bard fell to the ground, his body twitching from time to time.

An Ling didn't look at him again, and turned around and left directly.

As he was leaving, a circle of red light flashed on An Ling's body, and an ordinary adventurer's outfit appeared on his body. The holy sword was inserted in the scabbard, and it looked even more ordinary.

The world is about to be torn apart and destroyed, before that, An Ling wants to travel through this other world as a human being, fill in the beauty that he missed through the abyss by mistake, and enjoy the happiness of traveling to another world as a traveler, a normal person.

……

After the slaughter in the valley, An Ling continued to walk between the mountains and forests.

Having read the minstrels' memories, An Ling knew that as long as he walked westward, he would soon come across a human town, a bustling adventurer town called Green River City.

That will be the first civilized town that An Ling has entered since he came to the world, and An Ling is looking forward to it.

However, the reason why he walked slowly instead of flying there in an instant was because An Ling was very leisurely and elegant at the moment, and wanted to take a good look at the scenery on the roadside, and by the way, digest the knowledge about the world extracted from the bard.

The midday sun pours on everything, and the green leaves look even greener under the sunlight.

An Ling was walking in the forest, and suddenly heard a burst of fighting sounds, but these fighting sounds seemed very ordinary, far less than the movements of the mercenaries and the green dragon before.

However, in addition to the ordinary sound of fighting, An Ling also felt an aura that made him care.

"Breath of Light ......"

Squinting and muttering, An Ling touched it, and without thinking too much, he ran directly to the sound of the fight.

After a while, he came to a narrow mountain road, and saw two more groups of people fighting in the middle of the mountain road. One group seems to be a traveling convoy, and the other group seems to be a group of bandits.

Formally, although the convoy side was well armed, with several armored and tall knights fighting, the bandit side had an absolute numerical advantage.

In the face of absolute numerical superiority, the traveling convoy side is not an opponent at all, and the reason why they can barely make the battle situation anxious now is because there is a girl dressed as a priest behind those knights who is constantly blessing them with light magic, so that the bandits cannot break through for a while.

But such a struggle was futile in the face of the bandits who had an absolute numerical advantage, and after watching the battle for a while, the sacrificial girl's original continuous divine support was suddenly interrupted, and the knights who had fallen into a bitter battle were also defeated in an instant, and were killed by countless bandits who besieged them.

At this point, the battle between the two sides ended, and the bandits finally approached the caravan with laughter and malice, and with the priest girl who seemed to be running out of magic.

The priest girl was already stunned at the moment, tears kept flowing from her eyes, and in the face of the bandits who were constantly maliciously approaching, her face was full of despair, and she wanted to commit suicide, but she didn't do it for a long time.

"Almost......"

At this point, An Ling felt that there was nothing to look at, so he took off the big sword behind him and jumped out of the mountain forest. Rushing into the crowd of bandits like a cannonball, it stirred up a thick mist of blood in an instant.