The rain was pouring down, and the day was like night.

Somewhere in the depths of the northern plains, a central investigation base, thick white smoke is rising at this moment.

The ancient trees are towering, and dozens of hunters are cautiously standing on high places and looking around.

[Assault.] We were attacked..]

I can't touch the pen, so I bite my fingers as pen and ink.

[Attacker.] Unknown..]

There was a sound of bones breaking, and the rough page of letter paper floated into the water, and the handwriting floated into a little bubble, gradually sinking into the bottom mud, and the blood-red words gradually faded. Until much later, a foot stepped over it.

Suddenly the thunder flashed through the clouds, and the inky scene flashed away, and someone saw that something had escaped from the ruins.

It's not safe to be on an old tree.

Leaves suddenly fell, branches snapped, and someone screamed and fell. At the other end, a man raised his knife and dived, using the traction of a motorized crossbow to slide through the air in an arc and advance downward.

After a few seconds, there were flashes of white thunder in the clouds, and the ink was faint, and when one looked at it, the severed arm tied to the thin silver thread on the branch of the tree swayed quietly back and forth in the air.

Several gunshots exploded in the deep forest behind them, blood-red flames passing through the shadows.

Signal – Extremely dangerous!

There was the sound of horses' hooves trampling on the solid dirt, and dozens of horsemen galloped towards this side, and the splattered soil on the ground entered the mouth, and there was a bitter sweet blood.

They saw the destroyed central stronghold and smoke rising, and subconsciously held the reins.

"What's going on.. How could it be here.."

When someone asked this, a dark shadow pounced on him.

No one could see what it was, as if a black lightning bolt had slid by, and the hunter knew it was because of the blood that rained down on his face.

"Don't make a sound.."

Hidden in the ancient tree high above, someone reminded him, but the next moment, he didn't make a sound again. No one knows if he's not making a sound at the moment or if he can't make a sound anymore.

More than a dozen horsemen formed a circle with their backs to each other, and they were on guard.

"What attacked us?"

Their horses' hooves are turning and making sounds at the same time, and they are all targets at the same time, and being targets at the same time is equivalent to having no targets, and the other party is only one person, or not a person.

"A lurking creature?"

"It's like a person. "Someone saw the shadow.

"How is it possible, is it a lord. Ten years ago, the head of the Eighth Lord was still hanging over the Knights' Hall... No matter what, that group of things is about to rush over, and we need to notify the other people stationed at the station as soon as possible. Damn rainy day.."

"I counted to three, and everyone rushed out together. . . One.. II.."

When the count reached two, everyone rushed out tacitly, running in seven different directions at the same time.

One of the riders suddenly changed direction and broke away from the squad. He's going to find the team that patrols the formation, and in this team, there's something that makes those creatures absolutely fearful. That is the Hallows, the holy relics that have been handed down from the time of the King of the Round Table and are dormant on the throne of the gods—Order.

This team is responsible for patrolling back and forth in the survey base so that it can provide timely support in the event of danger. However, with the current rain, the range of the flare gun is no more than 10 meters at most. And if you want to meet this team, you may have to rely on luck, because their path of action is random. The group was split in seven directions, each of which was likely to run into the team, and he was only raising that luck by a crucial percentage.

The horse's hooves stumbled under the seat, and he flipped out with the horse, and at this moment he thought he was dead.

He didn't die, the black war horse staggered to his feet, and immediately stood straight again. At this moment, a black hand grabbed his shoe, and fear knocked him down like a giant hammer. The lightning slid across the sky when he saw the mutilated man on the ground, who grabbed him by the foot and dragged something on his body.

"Run.." He only said a few words, and he was completely a corpse.

That's the wandering team, but...

The arc swept by, and more than a dozen corpses on the ground turned from black to white to retrieve them again, and he picked up the thing, got on his horse in a panic, and fled quickly to the south.

He drove his horse through the dangerous jungle, and with lightning bolts, the surrounding scene also regressed rapidly.

Towards the farthest stronghold to the north, a suspended base built by ropes in the jungle air.

But at the moment, there was a deathly silence. Only the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves in the heights, and the rumbling of black and white.

He quietly dismounted, and went up silently along the air roots of the giant tree.

A sticky, stinking black liquid could be stepped on everywhere under your feet, and the dark hollow tree hole filled the pungent smell of blood, which occasionally made a gurgling sound of broken bones. He gently removed the object from his back and whispered in a trembling voice, "Issue 809 Hunter Ji Chavat No. 25515."

It was a sword, and it was dull and dull, like a normal knight's heavy sword. But on closer inspection, you can see that this heavy sword is densely engraved with ancient incantations. As his words fell, the incantations glowed faintly.

At a distance of about a foot in front of him, a line of blue text suddenly appeared, and a priestess's voice whispered:

[80925515..Authorization Successful..]

However, this alarmed the thing that was chewing on the corpse in the darkness, its red eyes as red as charcoal and enveloped the space in front of him in a bloody red.

"Qing .. Except.. Clear!"

[Grammatical error!]

A red warning window pops up ahead. Out of the darkness was a lizard with a spherical head, its massive body as wide as the door of the tree, its six claws firmly clung to the swinging rope of the suspension bridge, and its nose sniffed the moist air and made a greedy sound. It leaped to its feet, its claws tearing through the red window, and lunging at him.

"Order is clear.. Purge.. Clear.."

[Serial number cleared 80925515 authorization restriction lifted]

The hilt of the sword began to heat up, the spell in the heavy sword was entwined, and its weight began to lighten.

The moment before the monster's claws pressed against his head, he swept wildly, and strange screams and the sound of deteriorating biological tissue came into his ears.

On the dimly lit suspension bridge, two halves of the corpse with sparks fell from the air, and where the corpse was broken, there was a layer of black smoke attached to it.

He breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect that even this place had fallen.

There was silence under the canopy, and he looked back with a stir, only to see something even darker standing in the dark hollow.

"Who?" he asked because he looked like a man.

He seemed to have seen this man, and it was he who threw down several of his companions.

"You're the Ninth Lord?"

There was a long silence, and the man did not answer.

"Whoever you are, you killed my brothers, and I will avenge them. ”

"Order. Clear!"

The fiery sword pierced into the heart of the black shadow, and the charred body glowed dimly, and he still couldn't know his face, and couldn't even tell if he was a human or a ghost.

At this moment, the black shadow stretched out his hand and grabbed it at the blade of the heavy sword, which was attached to a terrifying layer of heat, and he saw that hand, a human hand, the human hand pressed against the blade and quickly charred, and then a flame burst out of the charred hand, and his face was still not visible from behind the flames.

A warning window suddenly appeared in front of him

[WARN] [ERROR]

Then, quickly, the warning spread all around, stacked like a wall.

At this moment his hands burned, and a huge heat came from his heart, and his clothes burned, but he could neither scream nor run, but could only watch himself being burned by the flames.

Hundreds of lifeless birds flew over the gloomy woods, bean-sized raindrops fell, a gray feather fell, thunder tore through the sky, and someone in the dead jungle raised their heads...

A few days later, the Rangers passed by, and after some probing, they couldn't tell what had attacked.

A message from the forest, carried by a letter bird, reads- [unknown]