Old Fred twitched his hairless head in annoyed manner, then looked up at the burning sky in the distance. The women were sobbing, comforting the children who could kill the monsters when they cried, while the men paced back and forth, leaning against the corners of the wall, drinking drunken barrels, or gathering together in a low voice.

Some people knelt on the ground and begged the gods to come to save them, and counted their sins while crying.

What a group of disrespectful guys. Looking at their appearance, Old Fred thought depressedly, because some of those people were praying to the Lord of the Fire, but the Lord of the Fire was a warrior god and would not protect cowards. At this moment, all the sound and strong men were called to the front line to resist the monsters. The non-commissioned officers who came to recruit even hesitated for two seconds when they saw Old Fred. These cowards hid in the garbage dump, under the women's skirt, or in the basement of someone who wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune, and even cut off their thumbs and acted as disabled.

However, some of these cowards were also caught and hanged directly to the "drowned ghost hanger".

The survivors were shaking in a pile with women, children, and old men. Seeing them trembling violently with fear, Old Fred shook his head and licked the last drop of wine poured out of the bottle.

Damn it, this is the worst. Old Fred whispered while throwing the empty bottle hard towards the spacious Canjin River.

The sluice and the old city have never been so lively. After taking a breath, Old Fred found a place with few people and sat down against the wall. He looked sloppy and thought he was an old beggar. But he himself didn't mind this, because he felt that those who looked down on him were idiots!

Old Fred looked at the burning sky in the north again. He knew that the entire northern city had turned into a sea of ​​fire. The fireball rose from the darkness, drew an arc in the night sky, and then fell into the northern city. Then the entire northern city fell into the sea of ​​fire. Countless people screamed, after all, that was their home. At that time, only Old Fred noticed that the place where the fireball rose was the inner castle.

These idiots didn't know when they were crying and screaming that they were their most beloved dukes burning their home. Old Fred is a smart man, so he naturally wouldn't tell them about this, unless someone invited him to drink. When the battle is over, maybe I can use this to blackmail the inner castle.

Old Fred knew the Duke's nature, and he knew that he would be willing to spend some money to deal with such small troubles. After all, he had already done so many business with him, and Old Fred's reputation can be said to be well-known to everyone in the Neiburg.

But just as Old Fred leaned against the wall and was thinking happily how to spend the money extorted from the inner castle this time, a voice suddenly came from deep inside him and asked worriedly: What if he couldn't stand the danger this time?

Old Fred frowned. Yes, he always had two plans to do things. If he couldn't stand it? If he hadn't received the reward for a long time, he might have to be eaten by the monsters climbing out of the mountain as snacks. He stood up nervously with the wall. The city gate had long been blocked by the duke's orders, and the people in the city had nowhere to escape.

But Old Fred knew that there were already some sinister guys in the city who were getting rich. They found the rich guys and told them that they could take them out of Golden Falls, but they could only pay a lot of money. Old Fred was a little doubtful if they really had this ability, but the girls in charge of the security of the South City didn't care about that. They quickly intervened and investigated the business. Old Fred still remembered the screams of two guys who wanted to resist when they were broken by their ribs, but he had no idea how they were in the end.

The girls were wearing red and blue cloaks, holding bright weapons in their hands. Old Fred had seen a drunkard go to trouble them before. The drunk fools only saw their side, which was the red side of the cloak, so they thought they were coming out of the "red gauze tent", so they went up and said they were going to sleep with them.

The result was that their screams made the crying children around them shut up.

These girls were extremely cruel to the men hiding in the southern city area. Old Fred could see them unabashedly disdainful on their faces when they attacked.

But because these girls are here, this overcrowded city can maintain basic order, and any level of crime will be punished by Thunder. Old Fred also feels that the Duke is worthy of being the Duke, so he is more confident in his idea of ​​protecting Golden Falls.

Especially after he heard that the Duke of Golden Falls had personally taken to the front line.

After hearing that the sickly duke who was never famous for his force took action personally, everyone was excited. They began to pray for the duke and asked the gods to bless him. However, Old Fred still heard some people cursing him in the prayers that he was making the devil his son-in-law and fucking his daughter.

In any case, the news that the Duke went to the battlefield came after the news that the monster was blocked in the burning North City area and could not move forward. Countless people shouted the Duke's name and the name of the Prins family, and shouted loudly, "Long live!"

After all, he survived. Old Fred thought, but how long will the war last? No one knew. They could only hope that the Duke's army could kill all the monsters crawled out of the mountains as soon as possible, and then hurry back and prepare for the winter. Old Fred had heard someone whispering about how to survive the winter after the war.

Old Fred just scoffed at their behavior. Golden Falls had never experienced a real war, so most local residents could not understand the cruelty of the war. They thought that this war was as easy as going to a tavern to drink. They got drunk and then they had a sleep.

They thought they had already gained the upper hand, and it was sooner or later, or even sooner.

Old Fred didn't think so. He shook his head, then looked at the burning sky in the north. Things were not that simple. Old Fred looked grim. Although he couldn't tell me why, he always felt that things were far from over, and even the climax had not arrived yet.

Just as Old Fred sighed, shook his head and lowered his head to continue looking for wine, he heard everyone screaming.

Frightened, desperate, and panic. Old Fred felt that the cold wind blowing from the north suddenly became hot. He raised his head and looked in the direction everyone around him looked. He realized that it was the direction of the inner castle.

No, no...not the inner castle...

What is that?

Then an earthquake came.

What is that?!

The women screamed with great squeal, the children burst into tears, the earth shook, and even the house moaned desperately. The pile of wood collapsed, and the alcoholics wailed and hugged their heads, and the bottle in their hands fell to the ground and fell into pieces.

That's...!!!

Everything seemed to have a scene of purgatory.

Old Fred stared blankly at the direction of the inner castle, or the direction of the Smoky Tower, more precisely.

The ground swayed, and people ran away in despair in front of Old Fred, like mice looking for a shelter.

The yellow pillar of fire that soared into the sky was reflected in the eyes of old Fred. The top was covered by dark clouds floating from the north, but you could still see that the dark clouds were dyed into sand and soil by the yellow pillar of fire.

The earthquake was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Old Fred felt dizzy and his feet began to become weak. The evil yellow flames made him feel as if he had smelled the stench of sulfur. He wanted to reach out to hold onto something, but he could only fall to the ground and vomit.

The frightened crowd began to push, and they rushed to the south, and even though they knew there was only a cliff in the south, they ran away. No one cared about the old Fred screaming under their feet.

But not everyone was like this. Someone noticed strange screams and moans, but just as they wanted to lower their heads, a strong wind blew up that covered all the sounds, and the roar of something mixed in the wind. No one had heard such a roar. Just hearing this sound made people tremble, and the terrified and rioting crowd became more and more crazy.

Suddenly someone noticed that something tiny hit their faces and blew into their eyes.

...

The old man had seen such a scene before his death. He looked at the yellow pillar of fire rising from the sky in the distance. He stretched out his hand to catch the tiny particles falling from the sky, but those particles just passed through his translucent dry and flat palms.

Although he didn't touch those things, he knew that it was sand.

However, the pillar of fire he saw when he was alive did not let the sky fall into sand, and the color was also the color of a purer flame. He was once amazed by that scene, thinking that he had discovered the least secret in the world. But now he looked at all this and felt so superficial and hypocritical.

At this moment, he was standing on the unguarded section of the city wall on the west side of Golden Waterfalls. He performed some kind of witchcraft, allowing the living to subconsciously avoid this section of the area and not get close to it. He once used the same witchcraft to introduce the mercenary named Anthony into the ambush of the killer sent by the Brotherhood.

They cannot be brought close to the truth. The old man thought tiredly, or they cannot be brought close to the truth too early.

Although these things didn't matter to him at all. He did not expect that even if he turned into a ghost, the curse of darkness would still follow him. Someone "prayed" to get help, so he had to respond that this was the obligation given to him by darkness, just as he did when he "prayed" to darkness centuries ago to learn about taboos.

That existence will meet all requests, but it is not without a price. I thought I would be liberated after death, but in the end I found that I was thinking too simply. He also understood why his soul was not taken away by the Black God's servant, because it had long been stamped with another mark.

No matter what, the old man was not too pessimistic. He quickly accepted his current situation and felt glad that he could continue his previous career.

And this resurrection benefited him a lot. No, it was not just because he benefited a lot. The old man thought to himself that he felt that his expression must be quite serious at this moment.

He finally got into the things he had been pursuing for his whole life, the truth, and the essence of this world. But what frustrated him was that he was able to get into these things not because he was constantly exploring as a scholar, but luck and "prayer".

Ruiduyin. The old man never thought that he actually met him, and easily got those things from him.

He deceived him and said that he could hand over the memories of the ancient city to him, but in fact he "prayed". He "prayed" to exchange memories of both sides and secretly learned the secrets hidden in Ruidu's mind. The available things frightened the old man.

The truth almost made him crazy like a legend, and his screams made Ruiduyin notice his intentions. He interrupted the ceremony of "praying" in horror and avoided Ruiduyin from afar. Although he couldn't help but feel upset about this afterwards, because if he persisted for a while, he would get more truth.

But even so, he was still shocked by the truth he had obtained.

No, this is not true... He tried to numb himself. Those memories were just Ruidu's strange dream because of absurdity... that was not the truth.

Then he felt that he was really starting to go crazy. He understood the prophecy in ancient books, "Go to the truth, you will fall into despair and madness."

The old man found himself trembling. He is now a ghost, and his soul is trembling with the "truth".

No, this is not true... He continued to reject the memories he had obtained from Ruiduyin.

"You look distressed." An elegant and moving voice came from the darkness behind him.

The old man turned his head and saw him standing there. He stood in the darkness, but he seemed to be emitting a glimmer of light. Every detail could be seen carefully: he had dark hair, eyes, purple lips, and pale skin as white as snow. He looked so weak and beautiful that the old man could not tell his gender. The most peculiar part of his body was his eyes, which were not human eyes, but goat-like horizontal pupils. If he was watched for a long time, he felt a chill on his back; he was wearing strange clothes, black and white striped trumpet sleeves, each

His slender fingers were covered with rings of different metals. His clothes were neat and elegant, but there was a brooch with a monster carved with mouth and fangs on it; his clothes were sometimes purple, sometimes gray, and finally turned black; further down were slender legs, his lower body was black, which made people unable to see clearly, and it was impossible to tell whether his feet were wearing gorgeous boots or monster hooves; the last thing was most striking was his tail, which twisted like a gorgeous metal chain, and the tip was as sharp as an arrow.

The old man had heard of him, but he was not sure that the existence in front of him was the existence he had heard of.

His eyes passed through the old man and looked at the yellow pillar of fire that soared into the sky: "Ah—! So that's it, this is the secret you buried a long time ago! The dazzling star chips!"

Then his goat's eye looked at the old man.

"Maybe I can help you share these troubles," the old man saw a moving smile on his face, "just pay a little bit."

Ah, because of this last sentence, the old man is sure that he is facing the existence.

That "devil".

"What is the devil coming to me for?" the old man asked knowingly.

"Of course it's for the 'trading'." The devil replied with a smile, "You seem to have got something I've always wanted."

The old man nodded slightly, it was natural. What he got was a covetous thing even the gods above the sea of ​​clouds.

The old man's silence but his old lips trembled: "No..."

The devil smiled brightly and continued, "I will propose a condition that you cannot refuse, you just need to share it with me..."

"No..." The old man shook his head firmly.

"You don't even know the conditions I put forward." The devil showed a confused expression, "I have always been fair, you know. Besides, what I want is just a 'take', and you won't even lose anything..."

"No." The old man refused again, no, we must never let the second existence know the truth.

The devil fell silent, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man. After looking at each other for a long time, the devil said coldly: "You made me more and more curious, and at the same time, I am more and more sure that you really know something."

The old man noticed the danger, but he knew he was powerless. Even when he was the most powerful time when he was alive, he could not compare to one thousandth of the existence in front of him, not to mention that he is now just an illusory phantom.

But no matter what, the old man was determined not to let any other existence know this secret, even the gods on the sea of ​​clouds could not do it. This secret may not even be known by the most powerful god king.

The more he thought of this, the older man's mind became more and more collapsed. Because he had mastered such a big secret at this moment, this secret might even subvert the world itself.

No, this is not something I can bear... The old man closed his eyes as he said.

The devil suddenly became alert: "What are you doing?!"

Then he took a step forward and stretched his hand. His slender fingers were spread out with his rings, and the purple spirit oozed out of his skin. He wanted to capture the old man's soul with his own soul. This was a means only possessed by an extremely ancient race, and it was also his first use. This was his first "passover", and he had been observing the devil's creed since his birth.

But he knew that if he didn't do this at this moment, he might never have the chance to get close to the "truth" in the future, so he personally broke his creed.

The old man was "praying", and his "praying" and his soul and his memory disappeared completely, and even the existence of responding to "praying" could not be reached.

"Are you crazy?!" The devil's face became ferocious and distorted, and the evil hidden under the weak and beautiful state was revealed.

The old man opened his eyes, his eyes had turned black, and only a few tiny white spots were left in his pupils. The devil saw a smile on his face, and then he whispered softly: "Riduin, be careful of the devil..."

In the end, he disappeared like smoke. The devil grabbed the last wisp of smoke tightly. The purple spirit pulled the wisp of smoke into the devil's body.

The devil first showed a look of surprise, then he closed his eyes, and his expression eventually turned into anger and hideousness. Finally, he roared in anger, because he had been waiting for the opportunity for countless centuries, and disappeared in front of his eyes like smoke.
Chapter completed!