How long have I been asleep? Kayla Vane woke up from a coma with some difficulty and opened her eyes with some difficulty, and found herself in an attic, surrounded by darkness, and it seemed that it was already dark.

Kayla, who was not yet fully awake, just wanted to get up from the dusty floor, when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, a plain linen cloth tightly wrapped around the wound, although there was a touch of red, but since she was not dead, it meant that the bleeding had been stopped - half a life was retrieved, and with a helpless wry smile, Kayla put her right hand against her forehead and lay down on the floor.

Her memory was only the moment in the warehouse, and after Edward said the "promise", he snatched the sword from him like a girl who had no ability to resist, stabbed her in the flank, and then fainted in front of her eyes.

Did he spare her life?" Kayla secretly guessed in her heart, but she heard a lot of chaotic noises and screams outside, and vaguely knowing what was happening, she pressed the wound, staggered and dragged her weak body against the wall, carefully pushed open half of the window, and looked out, a dazzling fire in the dark night made her can't help but dodge a little, and then she was completely stunned.

Tongues of fire swept through Pipe Town from all directions, and the terrible screams and sounds of fleeing could be heard everywhere, pushing each other against the crowded crowd, and the struggling wagons blocked all the streets, and in the distance only the burning streets, the flying flames, and the choking smoke and dust, roared and filled the sky over the town.

The brethren of the Brotherhood of the Blood Banner with hoods and cloaks rushed into the streets with torches after torches, and then threw them all into the houses and villas of the rich - Cortés took the entire Brotherhood with him, and even the half-grown children, who were still apprentices, and more than five hundred "thugs" with torches and short knives poured into the square from the corners of the town, and the waves of flames rushed into the town council and the mayor's house.

The garrison army, which had been improvised for defense in a panic, was unable to resist the forces of the Blood Banner Brotherhood, and it was not only them - orphans in the towns, homeless people in the slums, shabby settlements, beggars...... Not to be outdone, these poor people, who had been reluctant to swallow their breath on a daily basis, rushed into the streets with torches, threw them into every house they could see, and snatched everything they could take with them.

What started as a devastating raid organized by the Brotherhood turned into a riot throughout the town, and the darkness of the night gave all the thugs and robbers the best protection. Burning houses everywhere, screams and hysterical laughter are like the last revelry before falling into hell!

However, this is Pipe Town, one of the closest towns to the capital under the rule of the King of Turin, and even after years of war, the garrison here is still abundant—but at this time most of the garrison soldiers are either divided into the streets of the town and suppressed, or blocked in the barracks and cannot get out at all, and the only force is concentrated in front of the square of the town council chamber, erecting shield walls, bows and spears to barely stop the Brotherhood warriors and, of course, the terrible thugs.

But what really left them at a loss were the terrible "sick people" - yellow-brown pus pouring from their eyes, nostrils and ears, desperately biting at anyone they found like hungry wild dogs, which at first were only found near the warehouse, and soon began to spread into the surrounding streets.

Corpses and fires spread everywhere, rampant thugs and robbers roamed the streets, charred corpses lay beside the mutilated carriages, and terrified townspeople trembled in the night, but they still couldn't escape the clutches of Gratoni, the terrifying Lords of Hell, who would bite them to pieces, drink all the blood and eat all the flesh!

The moonlight was obscured, the mysterious and holy starry sky shone in the sky as if it were within reach, and the earth was now full of sinful flames, and ancient demons were raging there, mercilessly dragging the people of the Radiant Cross into its hell - what an irony like no other.

And for Kayla, this qiē shocked her even more than the irony of the Radiant Cross - although she knew in advance that a qiē might happen, the imaginary scene could never match reality, and she couldn't believe it as she looked at the crumbling and brutalized Pipe Town, something concocted and done by the Blood Banner Brotherhood with her own hands!

Is this really the Brotherhood of the Blood Banner, the Brotherhood of the Blood Banner who fought valiantly in the north, piercing the heart of the enemy with a spear as portrayed by Cortez? Are we rebels raising the banner of justice, or are we a group of bloodthirsty thugs who have gone completely insane?!

The shocked Kayla Vane looked at the window next to her with some distraction, and accidentally found a few crooked words carved on it with a dagger, and her trembling right hand gently brushed the dust off the traces - "You, you're dead!"

"This ...... Is that what you want me to see, Edward Witwood?" Kayla shuddered, and two lines of tears flowed from her eyes, and then they turned into a howl, and the woman who was completely broken fell to her knees and cried out loud as if in despair!

........................ After dropping the "dead" Kayla into the attic, Edward returned to the warehouse as fast as he could, but it still seemed to be a little late - Gratoni seemed to have become a so-called "whole" and began to spawn non-stop. And that "egg" is also quite peculiar, as if it is a pile of brown liquid, as long as it encounters a living organism, whether it is a human or an animal, it will quickly "control" each other, and use that lifeform to devour food.

But the intelligence of these monsters is really worrying - it's better to say that they don't have any abilities other than "eating" accidents, but that's what makes Gratoni terrible, in less than an hour, the whole street has become a "ghost alley", and all of them are possessed by Gratoni!

The yellow-brown liquid, which had only seeped out of the drains of the sewers or the cracks in the doors of the walls, was now increasing and even shattering the windows of the warehouses, and a giant tentacle covered with sarcoma completely blocked the narrow gap, and Gratoni's "egg water" dripped out of it like a stream.

And the "well-fed" little Gratoni rushed back from all directions towards the warehouse, and swarmed towards the warehouse gates - they were eager to be "eaten" by Gratoni and become part of the monster's body.

The only thing to be thankful for is that these "little Gratoni" are obviously not like real hungry demons who can't kill at all, even if they cut off their tentacles, they can only leak more yellow-brown "egg water", and these possessed monsters are very fragile, as long as the life they occupy dies, they can't survive either.

Struggling to stab an unlucky man possessed in the heart, Edward kicked the man away, and watched the "little Gratoni" swarming towards the alleyway, the black-haired boy kicked the barrel full of incendiary agent from the warehouse door, and after knocking over a few unlucky eggs, the liquid filled with black glue gushed everywhere, and then the torches fell from the sky.

The alert black-haired boy immediately hid behind the wall, only to hear the sound of something being lit, and a huge wave of fire quickly burned in the alley, and the flames that rolled up instantly ignited the entire street.

"My dear Mr. Edward Witwood, that's half the amount!" came the silver-haired wizard's distressed cry from behind the warehouse door, "Well, even if we don't negotiate the price - what if those damned monsters come back soon?!"

"Then we'll talk about it then!" Edward gasped with his sword on his face, smiling and tilting his head, "At least for now, I have to take a little rest." ”

"The Radiant Cross is on it, I want to take a break, too!" though he complained, but Marco could understand how heavy Edward's burden was - hundreds of monsters possessed by Gratoni rushed in as if they were dying, but Edward had to stand alone in the narrow doorway to buy time for him and Angela in the warehouse.

Who knows how many unlucky people he just hacked to death, fifty or hundred, and it was normal for him to get tired from swaying his body so unreservedly, otherwise Marco would have wondered if this guy was also possessed by some demon?

"Oops...... I really don't know how long that eldest lady will take, why do I, a wizard, actually do this kind of physical work?" Shaking his head and muttering, Marco Tasker showed no sign of stopping in his hand, and the silver liquid in the small bottle splashed on the ground without hesitation, as if all the floor tiles around him had become living things in his hands with just a snap of his fingers, like plasticine enveloping all the "egg water" splashed around him.

Floors, wall cracks, windows, door bottoms...... Now the whole warehouse is like a ragged piece of clothing, and there are ugly "patches" everywhere like mud that seal all possible gaps.

The silver-haired wizard who had already fought so hard was as stupid as a brainless wild goblin in the eyes of a certain little girl.

"What a useless fellow, the big liar is really a useless fellow. Well...... Far worse than Angela. The girl standing on the roof of the warehouse held her little head, and blushed as she watched Edward wield her sword and kill the "little Gratoni" who rushed in like flowing water.

"Sure enough, Angela is the only one who is most worthy of Edward's tools......" The girl stood on tiptoe, hummed a little tune she didn't know where she had learned it, and walked lightly on the top of the eaves, cutting her tender little fingers slightly, and drawing the final steps on the eaves at her feet, completely connecting the patterns drawn with blood on both sides of the eaves, like a poor man struggling in the flames.

"Goodbye, then, Gratoni. The little girl stared at the blood stains on the floor, waving her little hand as if to say goodbye: "Because I gave birth to you, it is also my responsibility to let you die!"