What happened in the past few days has been a disaster for a large part of the inhabitants of Catrice, ruthlessly destroying their daily lives.

Although the people at the town hall were able to evacuate and maintain order, it meant that some people had to be active on the front lines to fight the chaotic enemy. They are not only the messengers of justice in the story, but just ordinary people.

It's just work, and they've done their job with great faithfulness - even if it doesn't pay them much. Although each of them knows that their lives are not guaranteed now, they can only work diligently in this position.

The crimson sky seemed to crack, and the wild thunder danced in the clouds that almost dripped blood, and the swirling red constantly emitted a chilling roar. Even people who have never been afraid of a storm in the past will see this scene and stay as far away from that vortex as possible.

It was an apocalyptic scene, with thick red clouds obscuring the sky and completely obscuring the sun. It was not yet noon, but the sun was long gone—only a crimson glow was left in the sky, and the ground was engulfed in darkness.

"Who?

In the midst of the ruins destroyed by the war, a middle-aged security officer raised the tactical lamp to the side of his cheek and looked slightly alarmed at the alley ahead covered in the shadows of the buildings. Circular lights moved around the collapsed pile of rubble, sweeping over the edges of woodwork still emitting black smoke.

As far back as he can remember, it used to be a lively shopping street. Several cheap wooden signboards still line the sides of the passage. But most of the houses that had once been shops had been destroyed in the battle, and bullet holes were clearly visible in the walls.

The security officer cautiously stopped. Use the tactical lamp in your hand to sweep around the corners where you might be hiding your enemies. The windows illuminated by the benevolent white light resemble shiny black slabs, reflecting a blurry sheen like a marble surface. However, there is no sign of biological activity.

Seeing this, he took a deep breath, and then listened quietly to the movement hidden in the ruins - not that he was too preoccupied. It was faint, but there was an indistinguishable sound in the silence, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a victim who had not had time to evacuate or an enemy who had already set his sights on him.

Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and an inexplicable tension prompted him to hold the tactical lamp with his left hand and pull out the mechanic's gun pinned to his waist belt with his right hand. The muscles of the whole body are tensed, and the body that insists on exercising every day becomes extremely responsive at this time.

"Moto, did you hear that? There is something wrong with the shopping street in the third area. Request reinforcements. He was talking to a metal device mounted on his shoulder, and the sorcerers told him that he could use it to get in touch with headquarters," repeat, asking for backup. ”

If it weren't for the surging darkness that swept their team away, he wouldn't have been willing to go it alone, as anyone knows how dangerous it is to act alone in a dangerous environment. However, the enemy seemed to be aiming at this, and it was only the black mud that cut off their path.

In fact, being washed away should have been a good outcome, as someone had noticed the anomaly a few minutes before the darkness rushed in.

The ground shook. The buildings on both sides of the street creaked, and the demons who had been sent to the vicinity by the mages suddenly lost contact. This was an obvious anomaly, and the captain immediately asked them to disperse and hide in the nearby ruins.

But to their surprise, it wasn't the monsters that came out of the corner at the end of the road. It's not a sorcerer either, it's a thicker black slime. They burst out of the street corners like a flash flood, directly separating the security officers who were hiding everywhere.

"Understood. The location has been determined. "From the machine attached to the shoulder came the voice of a male officer, the voice of the security officer who remained in the headquarters. "You'd better find a safe place to hide nearby now, and we'll be able to send someone to your aid soon. ”

With the help of the communicator given to him by the Wizard. They haven't lost touch - they're not isolated. Although the raging darkness cut off the way they came, it was obviously not enough to seal off all the roads, and they only needed to take some long detours to return to their headquarters.

But there was still a long way to go, and there might be enemy ambushes hidden along the way, and the enemy would undoubtedly divide them apart in an attempt to break them all. He already knew that the road ahead of him was the most dangerous, because the condition of the neighborhood was still unclear.

"No, no, the other party has already found out about me and can't figure it out that they were targeting me from the beginning. The voice of the voice has been suppressed to the limit, and even the security officer on the other side of the machine subconsciously cooperated with him to lower his voice, "Compared with passive defense, it is better to hit them by surprise and have a higher success rate." ”

Although he knew that the plan proposed by the other party was the safest, he refused to do so, and the direction from which the voice came from was getting closer and closer, and he could no longer find a place to hide. He stepped out from behind the shelter where he was hiding, half-crouched against the shadowed part of the wall and walked in the direction from which the sound came.

The sky was as red as death, and the ground was a city covered in darkness, all light sources were removed, and only the swirling clouds illuminated by blood-colored lightning were illuminated. The buildings lining the ground were like tombstones, and they were now silent as a graveyard after they had lost their former function.

"Be careful. ”

The advice of a colleague came from the middle of the machine, which calmed down the middle-aged guard officer a little: "It is said that the clouds in the sky are emitting abnormal magical power, and it is those things that interfere with the normal operation of the magician, and we can't let them send a demon to help you now." ”

The "eyes" that the sorcerers sent out to monitor the surroundings were knocked out by the enemy, which not only caused the demon to lose its control, but also the magic power of the control spell. Although the communication between the various bases has not been broken for the time being, their detection range has been reduced to the limit.

Under these circumstances, the defenders had to send several squads with light equipment to the perimeter to keep on guard, and it was for this reason that the garrison officer and his companions were cut off from the city by the enemy, and they were in a predicament where they could be attacked at any time. It was unclear what the others were doing, but most of the garrison's neighborhood was covered in darkness, and the road ahead could not be seen.

Tick, tick, tick, he felt the sound that his ears could catch more and more clearly, as if the sound of dripping water was approaching, and the tactical light in the officer's hand flickered for a while and suddenly went out. The aperture that was still enlarged suddenly disappeared, and the eyes, which had not yet adapted to the change of light, suddenly fell into darkness.

To be bad!

The security officer immediately jumped to the rear, pointing in the direction from which the sound came from with a mechanic's gun. But at this moment, a different voice came, that voice came from the darkness behind him, although it was not very clear, but the obvious vibration was more direct than the faint sound of water droplets before.

The sergeant quickly reacted from his surprise to what it was—footsteps, the soles of leather boots on a layer of cushioned material. Someone somehow used something that might have been a spell or an instrument to create what had previously sounded like a drop of water, and then tiptoed to their backs from the other side of the road, ready to attack.

"Who the hell is it!"

He yelled and turned away, turning the loaded Mechanic behind him, and that was his last word before he died.

A "creature" hidden in the darkness burst out and grabbed the guard with its claws the size of a door. The tremendous force made his bones crunch, as if he was about to crush him to pieces on the spot.

But the monster seemed unwilling to give him a good time, and before the guard could react, it was lifted high and thrown to the rubble-strewn ground. The force was so great that he broke several bones in an instant, and the pain almost made him faint.

If he fainted like this, it might have been a slightly better outcome, at least he wouldn't have to endure the ongoing torture that followed. However, when the monster made of darkness saw the dying guard, it opened its mouth and nibbled on it one bite at a time.

The flesh was effortlessly torn off by the sharp teeth, and in the bloody mouth, the solid bones were crushed like crispy cakes. Before being completely killed by the monster, he still maintained a slightly sober sanity, but he could only watch himself being devoured by the monster.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong with you?" shouted the communicator's security officer, who didn't feel right, but the only thing that answered him was the ambiguous voice of ** tearing things apart with the beast, "Damn it! Hey—what's wrong with you, respond quickly! Reinforcements have rushed over now, hold on!"

With his hoarse shout, the sound of a crowd hurrying away could be heard in the distance, and the guards sent from the headquarters had already arrived nearby. The monster also seemed to sense the approaching crowd, and silently escaped into the darkness, leaving only a corpse that had been eaten unsightly.

So it won't be long before a "fifty-three-year-old security officer who was part of the garrison was brutally killed by a monster" will be added to the records of Catrice City.

-- Maybe that's how it should have been. (To be continued......)