Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther tentatively mentioned Medici, more because she wanted to know the details from Amon, but Crow had no intention of "sharing the past", so she could only give up the idea.

"This is just out of concern for Medici." Esther felt the need to tell Amon this. Even with his ability, he could guess her thoughts at any time: "I don't want to blame you. What, I know it was a very chaotic time and you were in the same situation, I just don’t understand why things got to this point.”

Crow's eyes rolled, and he was not listening to Esther's words attentively. He seemed to be distracted by other things: "Even if he is still alive, he will only be an evil spirit. He really always has good luck."

"This is not a bad thing," Esther's eyes dimmed a lot, "Now that I think about it, Ourolius should have seen such a result long ago."

Crow squatted down and leaned lazily against Esther's neck, still looking absent-minded: "That madman should know, is it really a coincidence that your cloak fell into Medici's hands?"

"Destiny will give its own answer." Esther said firmly.

The crow seemed to have come back to his senses because of these words. Regarding this very familiar answer that he had heard many times before, he sighed and shook his head: "It's really boring, you are still the same."

"Yes, just like all Amon's clones think they are Amon, I am just the same. You have to understand this."

The crow ignored her at all - which was some kind of improvement compared to another outright mocking of my being brainless or disgusting? Esther couldn't help but mutter in her heart.

But soon, Esther gave up the idea of ​​chatting. Her spirituality was touched. Although the source was not a strong sense of crisis, it was a creature that was hostile to her.

Oh, that hostility is not directed at her, but...

"Help, help! Help - is there anyone?"

"Gulik! Gulik, where are you!?"

"He must have been eaten! Run quickly and don't look back!"

"Made with iron slag! My flames are of no use at all!"

"Don't get close to that monster! Let's run straight back to the city!"

Noisy noises, panicked footsteps, and constant gasping for help were getting closer and closer to Esther's direction.

Esther clenched the sword in her hand, her eyes shining with the concentrated fighting spirit, but she soon realized that it was not her desire to fight, but the real excitement conveyed by the long sword in her hand.

It seems that the descendants of that legion who are separated by who knows how many generations rarely have a real chance to fight.

Esther threw the woven bag on the ground, and before she could grab it, the crow flew to the ground of its own accord and landed on top of the bag.

Esther smiled at Crow: "It seems we are really close to that city."

"What are you excited about?"

"I don't know. I'm probably just curious about what kind of residents I will meet. After I rescue them, it shouldn't be too much for me to propose that I want to visit their city?"

"They'll just treat you like a monster."

Hearing this sentence, Esther was a little confused: "Why?"

Crow didn't answer, but her doubts were soon cleared.

A bright red fireball continued to float forward, and the three "people" who gathered around the fire and followed the fireball quickly emerged from behind the dark woods. When they fled forward in embarrassment, they still maintained a stable triangular formation and seemed to have been trained accordingly.

It was obvious that they were trying to avoid something coming after them.

These survivors are all wearing "iron clothes" spliced ​​together with red hard pieces. Each piece seems to be tailor-made because their body shapes are different, but the "iron clothes" are different. Taking into account everyone’s appearance:

The leader was a tall and thin man, at least two meters tall. He was the only one not wearing a helmet at all, but on his exposed face, there was only one bright red eye that seemed to be burning with fire. He was inches long. Her hair is also fiery red, but only a very sparse layer sticks to the top of her head.

The leader wielded two hammers in his hands. From time to time, he would slam the two hammers together. Amidst the crisp impact, the flame in front of him became more intense and flew faster, scattering the surroundings. The darkness in the environment is extremely dangerous to them.

One of the people behind the leader was so strong that he was almost as big as two or three people. He looked exactly like a giant red bear. When this man was running, he also landed directly on the ground with his heavy limbs. Esther could see his strong fists exposed under his "iron clothes", which were constantly hammering on the ground, making loud sounds like beating drums. A good reminder to any nearby monsters that someone is here trying to escape for their life.

The other person's voice seemed to be that of a woman. Her figure seemed to be only one head taller than Esther, closer to the category of ordinary people. But when this lady walked, one foot was deep and the other was shallow. It was obvious that she had some problems with her legs and feet. However, judging from her extremely agile movements when running, she was not much slower than the other two.

These three strange-looking people fled all the way, and they were heading in the same direction as Esther.

The leader first noticed a different color on the roadside. Although he didn't see clearly whether it was a "person" or something else, he sensed the long sword belonging to Gulick and subconsciously rushed towards it. Someone from the front shouted:

"Don't just stand there, run! No one can beat that lava lizard! We'll continue looking for Gulik later!"

"Shut up Zola, that's not from the city! That could be-"

The lady's sharp voice stopped abruptly, because her eyesight was much sharper than the other two. She saw clearly the face of the stranger opposite, and she felt a sense of intimacy. The man's eyes were calm, and did not seem to show any signs of madness. And her clothes were very similar to the prayer clothes of a certain elder.

She originally thought that the man in front of her might be some kind of monster, and that Gulick must have been killed by him, but after seeing his appearance clearly, this inference seemed no longer tenable.

Another kind of excitement emerged from the heart of the lame lady. Could it be that the other party was from another town? Are there really other towns here, living in darkness like them?

However, this woman's teammate obviously didn't think as much as she did. The man who was the same size as a bear and was running on all fours also shouted: "Yes, that might be some kind of monster!"

"I knew I shouldn't care about that piece of scrap metal! It's made of slag! Get out of my way!"

The red-haired one-eyed young man roared angrily and slammed the hammer together hard. The fireball suspended in front of him suddenly turned white and slammed into the "man" holding Gulick's sword.

However, the black figure only let out a smiley sigh, and as she blinked her pale eyes, the blazing fire suddenly disappeared into the air.

Darkness descended on the three of them, making their breaths tremble with despair.

After all, here, darkness means disappearance, mutation and death.