"Have you ever heard of that name?"

Wenna leaned down and asked her fellow people through the carriage's window.

"I don't think I've heard of that name."

"I've heard of it, but it's the name of an orc tribe, and it shouldn't have any connection to this town."

The people in the carriage were talking nonsense, and most of them were not impressed, and Elliott, the goblin who had been traveling north and south for many years, knew the name, but it was just a tribe of orcs with the same name, and it had nothing to do with the town in front of them.

"I seem to be a little impressed...... But it's a little weird, let me slow down."

One of the church members suddenly raised his hand, signaling to everyone that he had an impression of the name, but he seemed to be acting something wrong at the moment, holding his head with one hand, his expression tangled and confused.

Everyone's eyes looked at him, and of course they noticed that something was wrong with the other party, and a believer who knew how to heal walked up to him, and his green hand covered his forehead.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little confused, I used to be a fisherman here, and there was a branch of the Winter Wolf behind me who crossed the Santa Ana Snow Field to the side of the Endless Sea, and we had to move."

"I don't think I have any impression of this town in my memory, but after being surrounded by this fog and saying the name of this town again, the memory of this small fishing village seems to pop up in my head, which conflicts with my previous memory, and I need some time to slow down."

The human believer who said he had an impression of the town called "Mithsos" pushed away the healer's hand, closed his eyes, and began to sort through his chaotic memories.

The crowd did not disturb him in contemplation, but poked his head out of the window of the stopped carriage and looked at everything in the fog around him, which was still there, and did not have the slightest intention of dissipating when he arrived at the town "guided" by the Night Lady.

"Where the hell is this......

Someone is talking to themselves, and this is also the voice of everyone.

"Okay, I'm pretty much done, but ...... It's a contradictory memory, since I was eight years old, I don't remember a fishing village in this place."

"However, the extra memory just now told me that before I was eight years old, there was a small fishing village here, called Mithsos, and this memory is very real, it should not be fake, if so, it doesn't match my previous memory."

"It's as if this town has been erased from my memory, and at the same time, from reality, how is this possible, that is, this is a town that existed in the past."

The believer, who had once lived on the shores of the Endless Sea, began to stumble about the town called Misthos, his words pausing and hesitating from time to time because of the clash of memories.

"A town that existed in the past?"

Goblin Elliott chewed on what the other party had said, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

"Damn, if this town once existed, but it was erased by some unknown power, so we couldn't get a glimpse of it, even in memory, but now, we can see it!"

Elliott clutched his head and screamed frantically again, and what he said immediately made the faces of the others turn ugly as well.

If they could see the town as well, then it would probably mean that they and the town were in the same state, forgotten by the world, and their existence erased.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this town is dead, we are alive, think of a way, we will definitely find a way out, besides, it is the power of the Night Lady that has guided us here, there must be some reason."

Elliott was madly fast, but he calmed down unexpectedly, and he began to calm the will of the people around him who were gradually depressed, and now the most important thing was not to rush or despair.

"Boss, we should count the number of people, if the power that exists here can make this town forgotten by everyone, then we are likely to have forgotten who we have unknowingly, take the list of personnel and check it, this

It's too bad to attrition."

Wenna's suggestion reached Elliott's ears, and he was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was extremely necessary, and immediately took out the caravan's personnel list from the cabinet behind him, and began to check if there were any personnel missing.

"Clay?"

"Yes!"

"Cooper?"

"Here."

"Xiui."

"Here, Boss."

"Vinna."

"Hmm."

"Elliott, oh, that's me, it's good, no one has disappeared without us knowing, everyone on this list is there."

The goblin nodded, placing the list back on the table, and he drew a horizontal line on each name to indicate that he had called and responded, and he confirmed that everyone on the list was already present.

But in fact, on top of that list, there is an existence interspersed between the names Wenna and Hue that Elliot has strangely ignored.

He neither reported the name nor underlined it, and it was so abruptly placed among a bunch of underlined names, Orc Aemon......

"Where is this, how did I get here, it looks like a fishing village? I don't remember when I had the idea of going to a fishing village by the sea, where were the boss and Wenna......

The orc Emmon felt like his mind was in a mess, his memories seemed to have been erased, and when he suddenly recovered from a state of similar distraction, he was already in the middle of this misty fishing village.

"Great Lady of the Night, I recite your name......

The orcs fold their hands together in a posture of prayer to their god, the Night Lady, and recite a prayer addressed to them.

As a knight, he has no ability to cast spells or detect them, and he is almost helpless in the face of these fogs that obscure all perception and make it impossible for him to see through no matter how much he uses his eyes.

He had tried to get out of the town many times, but each time he walked through the streets surrounded by houses, he would unconsciously return to the place where he had come to his senses in the fog.

If it were an ordinary orc, I am afraid that at this moment, I would have already dismantled everything around it in a berserk of rage.

This is a good way to break the game, but Emmon, who has a rationality that ordinary orcs do not have, is a little worried that this will cause a consternation in this dead town, so he chooses to use his ability to use his ability to try to break through the fog barrier.

"No, I can't borrow the power of the Night Lady, and alas, that's not good news."

After reciting the Night Lady's prayers several times, the orc Aemon received no response, so he had no choice but to give up borrowing the power of the god he believed in.

Taking a deep breath, the fighting spirit surged, forming a specific matrix in the orc Emmon's body, and launching it inwardly.

Eamon's eyes suddenly turned bright red, not caused by the orc rage, but the effect of his subtive activation, the "stalker", which senses everything around him that can be considered life, and sees them through in the form of red dots in Eamon's field of vision.

「！」

The moment he opened the inner dive, Emmon was shocked, and subconsciously slid backwards, and the long sword he carried with him was pulled out, making a defensive posture, and the fighting spirit accelerated all over his body, and the whole person entered an extremely nervous state of preparation.

The bloodshot red eyes were a precursor to the onset of the rage, and Eamon gasped nervously, the sight of the "Stalker" making his heart beat faster than a point.

On the road where he stood, in the surrounding buildings, a large number of red dots appeared, and these red dots were moving everywhere, and even one of them grazed his body, but he couldn't even see these beings.

"What the hell is going on, why can't I see them, are they illusionists?"

Eamon muttered to himself, suspecting that it was being affected by the hallucination, closing its eyes and feeling the orc's innate ability, rage.

"Restraint, restraint

……」

Constantly emphasizing the need to control himself, Orc Emon activated his innate ability, and at one moment, Orc Eamon's green skin turned red for a moment, and then turned normal green the next.

Berserk, the ability to make orcs lose their minds and nullify most of the effects on the soul and senses, including a series of psychic attacks such as psychic explosions, as well as perceptual interference such as illusions, through a brief entry into the shallow berserk, Emon tries to break the illusions that may exist

Opening his eyes, the orc looked around vigilantly, confirming that the life he had found in the submerged could already be seen by him.

"Be ......"

However, before Ammon could be sure of this, a melodious bell rang in his ears, and he felt a presence behind him put his arm on his shoulder.

"You are a believer in the new god of the night?"

The voices that once appeared on the shores of the Endless Shore rang out behind Aemon.

"We're back, how is Miss Daknis?"

Avia pushed open the door, walked into the room quickly, and saw Wang Yu who was gesturing in the air with her hands and the night lady who was watching seriously, and asked calmly and quickly.

"It's okay, thanks to the 'operating system' that Lady Night tried to come up with herself, I'm teaching her to use this independent 'operating system' to isolate the power of the Night Sky Tree, so that you can avoid those strange powers that erode everything."

Wang Yu turned his head, his hand movements did not stop, and continued to guide the Night Lady to operate those "Void Codes", he didn't know much about Void, but he still knew how to program.

"Huh?!"

Zig, who had followed the girl into the house, suddenly let out a muffled snort, which attracted the attention of Wang Yu, Avia, and Noelle.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Professor, what's going on?"

Noelle and Wang Yu asked aloud at the same time.

"The Heavenly Darkness Mark, which I haven't deliberately removed, suddenly collapsed just now, and the spiritual pollution inside rushed out, shaking my soul, but it was diverted away by the prayer communication network, and there was no problem."

Ziggy shook his head and replied with a frown.

"The sky is dark, at this time? Why did this thing suddenly fail, is this thing still effective in Arestler's whole thing, no, if your mark is broken, what about the other members of the Night's Blade?"

Wang Yu patted his head and looked at the image of the Night Sky Tree projected on behalf of the Night Lady, and about one-sixth of the stars on it suddenly flickered, transmitting something to the Night Sky Tree.

Blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular.

"Damn it, it's definitely not a coincidence, the darkness of the sky has something to do with the resurgence of power!"