Scattered gunshots rang out in the area of the Yildi River, which was shrouded in darkness, and the lights in the room went out early. The red moon above did not rise, and instead there were some sparse stars.

After Joao finally went back to report, he was told to come here to observe, and the gunshots from far and near combined with this environment had an indescribable strange feeling.

"Joao, the teacher told you not to get too close, this is a matter for the Tirins family and the Star Word Society."

"Of course I know, didn't the teacher say that His Majesty the Great Grim Reaper responded to us? He will return again, and it is a contradiction that the Tyrins family, as former vassals, will have to woo him. ”

Probably because of the impetuousness caused by the uneasiness, Joao and the brother who came to inform Joao complained a few words, and their teacher was good at everything, but sometimes he spoke inconsistently.

The lullaby of midnight sleep pierced through the space, bringing serenity and serenity, so that the impetuous duo began to calm down and leaned against the wall to the side and became drowsy.

The sound came from nowhere and where it went, and the scattered gunfire throughout the area also disappeared, and the soldiers guarding the sentry post slapped their cheeks and fell asleep against the sandbags.

Joao seemed to have seen a huge throne made of skulls of various creatures, many strange things that he had never seen before.

The strange giant spirit that had been assembled was worshipping on it, and just as he was about to look up, he felt a soul-tearing pain.

When he woke up, he found that the bone pendant given by the teacher had been broken, and he quickly woke up Joao beside him and pulled him out of here in a half-asleep dream.

He could feel that the dark streets were littered with powerful evil spirits from the depths of the spirit realm, and he didn't dare to open his spiritual vision to see them, nor did he dare to face those places. Even if you are a psychic, you can't see enough.

'Why are you desperate as soon as you come up, are these people crazy?' The lullaby of midnight's sleep still echoed here, and he didn't take a few steps before he faltered.

"Your Majesty the Grim Reaper, I hope you can protect us who are pious." With that, João fell down the street with his brother.

Luckily, he didn't get too close to the areas that seemed very dangerous, and that was the last thought he had when he lost consciousness.

Graff and Angelica, who leaned against Hermione, were unaffected by the serene lullaby as they leaned against the guardrail and looked at the darkness in front of them, only a rough outline.

A few places in the distance occasionally exploded into clouds of light and ghostly fire, and the inner area could be seen clearly for a moment.

In the core of the Astral Word Society, a rotten dragon spirit hovered there, and only the bone eye sockets stood up and the golden vertical pupils stared at something. A little frost falls from the night sky, quickly covering it with a layer of snow.

A bunch of tangled vines took the form of a human, cascading on top of each other swelling with swirling heads, or burning with flames, or curses, or from rotten mouths, and layers of filth flowing from rotten mouths...

The tiny, dazzling star floated up and exploded, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire Yasen centered there, and it was as if it were daylight.

Graf and Angelica hurriedly protected their eyes, they couldn't see those things, only instinctive fear.

When the light faded, the darkness ahead covered the ground, and sleep and tranquility returned.

Hermione sensed the previous setup for a moment, and the followers of the Star Word Society had begun to gather and sing praises in the language that came from the being who believed.

"Aren't you going to make a move? I felt that the fluctuations emanating from those places were very violent, as if something in the spirit world was coming out all the time. ”

Graff was also sensitive to spirits, thanks to Hermione's protection and not being suppressed by the aura she emitted.

"What can I change?" Hermione asked back, her eyes and face very calm.

"You can save them, but you have to stand by and watch."

After death and horror, Angelica also became bold, and said with some dissatisfaction, after being suppressed for too long, small things will also become an outlet for resentment.

"Will you go and give them food, drink, and shelter? Are you here to settle? Or go to your Mother Goddess and pray to help them? ”

Hermione, who answered calmly, naturally understood her heart at this time, and held Angelica's chin with her hand and twisted it towards the ritual area.

"Take a good look, it's not just you who are in misfortune, instead of resenting others for not helping you to the end, it's better to look at these people who don't care."

She saw humans devoured in their sleep and turned into bones; and those praying in the room, with joy and fanaticism on their faces, throwing themselves into a crowded ring of hideous flesh; A house that has simply disappeared, or a shanty made of wooden planks is more suitable...

"I think it's a relief to let you die with illusions in the ruins."

A person looking at the starry sky in an area kept pressing his neck back, like a wire that had been bent and fitted, and a few spiky flesh balls stretched out from his neck, and the whole person curled and swelled.

The man in black in the fur hat dodged the sweeping attack, and the orange-red head floated behind him, and the fierce battle between the two directly destroyed the building next to him.

After a few scenes, Hermione let go of her hand and left her stunned, accepting it early, changing it early, and deciding to continue.

"It seems that something is wrong, it stands to reason that the people of Earl Russell should be here, isn't it better for them to join forces with each other?"

"You're not Russell, how do you know what he thinks? Wait, it's time to begin. ”

In front of the single-family building with the doors and windows closed and tightly shielded, Tyne, who drives the evil spirits, confronts Mrs. Lysa standing at the top, and no one has the upper hand after several battles.

The illusory skeleton dragon surrounded and guarded him, and his body became much smaller. The skull vine evil spirit is fighting with the monster twisted by the other party, and it will not be able to tell the winner for a while.

Mrs. Lysa's pupils had turned into starlight, and the light under her skin intertwined, forming runes that people didn't dare to look at directly, and then spread out and repeated.

Strangely enough, none of the light spilled out, which also relieved Tyne, at least not related to the solar pathway.

"My helper should be here too." As if in a voice of certainty, Mrs. Lysa opened a door that did not exist.

The pitch-black flame giant hand emerged from the air, and the eerie white bones could be seen beneath the scorched skin. The aura emitted made the weaker spirits retreat directly away from here.

The dragon guarding him was even more like a great enemy, and his vertical pupils were once again filled with golden brilliance. Tyne also saw the depths of the spirit realm, where the undead who had sunk into madness were pushing out of the cracks.

It's too fast, it's crazy to actually use the replica of his own abilities, and to conclude these uncontrollable evil spirits that are obviously not suitable for being thugs.