In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, the frequency of lightning was very low at night.
A few humanoid creatures cautiously approached a meatball with six legs and a dozen eyes.
They were wrapped in animal skins or simple clothes whose original material could not be seen. With the help of a few lanterns, they walked through the deep and boundless darkness. Their expressions were very solemn.
On their faces, some had ten to twenty sarcomas, some had two eyes that were almost squeezed together, and some didn't even have a nose at all. Instead, it was replaced by a black hole.
After a fierce battle, they managed to kill the monster without a hitch. They then split into two groups. One group guarded the surroundings, and the other group harvested the spoils of war.
During this process, the man with multiple sarcomas on his face suddenly stopped while he was dissecting the monster's corpse to collect the edible parts.
"A 'dal, what's wrong?" the noseless woman asked in puzzlement.
The man known as A 'dal slowly retracted his right hand and revealed an item he had found on the monster.
It was an amulet carved from stone that had many traces of corrosion.
"This is …" The man whose eyes were almost squeezed together seemed to understand the reason and hesitated to finish his sentence.
A 'dal surveyed the area.
"Sin, Ruth, I gave this to my father when I was young.
"On the day I came of age, he felt that he could no longer control himself. He chose to leave the city and enter the depths of darkness …"
Xin and Rus fell silent when they heard that. They could understand A 'dal's feelings.
In Moon City, this was a common occurrence.
Since they did not have enough safe food, they could only pick mutated plants and fruits and collect monster flesh to survive.
This would lead to the accumulation of toxins and madness. After their physical condition deteriorated, they would either die quickly or gradually lose control.
In order not to affect the surroundings and cause damage to the city, the latter would often arrange everything after noticing that something was wrong. They would take torches and a small amount of food, leave the defensive circle, and leave alone in the darkness that would never dissipate, never to return.
The residents of Moon City could imagine what would happen to them. They would either be killed by monsters or become monsters. There was no other possibility.
After seven to eight seconds of silence, the noseless female, Xin, hesitantly said to A 'dal, "That's right.
"Perhaps, this is the monster who killed your father."
"It has a belt made of beast hide …" A 'dal's voice gradually softened as he raised the bone dagger in his hand and stabbed it down, cutting out a rather normal piece of flesh.
The members of the hunting team skillfully completed the collection in silence until Rus, whose eyes were almost squeezed together, suddenly said in a deep voice,
"There are more and more deformities among the newborn children …"
The price of accumulating poison and madness from generation to generation wasn't as simple as a decrease in average age. Those who maintained normal physical conditions would gradually experience a certain mutation. For example, A 'dal had quite a number of sarcomas on his face.
Similarly, the accumulated toxins and madness could also be passed on to future generations, resulting in deformities. Rus and Xin in the hunting team belonged to this category.
Their lives would be shorter, and it would be easier for them to lose control and mutate.
All the hunting groups present knew very well what the increasing number of deformities meant. Perhaps in less than two or three generations, before the residents of Yue City grew up and a new generation was born, the deformities might go out of control.
In that case, even without external attacks, Yue City would quickly be destroyed. Only the stone buildings and wall paintings would be left behind to prove that they had once existed.
"I hope the High Priest and the rest can find a new direction …" A 'dal stood up with his lantern and answered weakly.
In the past two to three thousand years, it wasn't that Yue City hadn't sought a way to escape their current situation. They had sent one exploration team after another into the depths of the darkness. Some returned after suffering serious setbacks without gaining anything. Some disappeared into the endless darkness without any news.
In addition, to the east of Yue City, there was a grayish-white fog that enveloped the sky and land.
It was like an invisible barrier. Not only did it block off vision, but it also prevented any living being from passing through.
The residents of Yue City once believed that this was where hope lay. They believed that the place enveloped by the grayish-white fog was a normal country. They believed that the other side of the grayish-white fog was the land that wasn't cursed.
They tried to enter the grayish-white fog again and again, but they failed.
They dug a long tunnel, hoping to pass underground without an invisible barrier. However, the corresponding area deep underground was also shrouded in grayish-white fog.
They thought of ways to obtain the ability to fly and attempted to cross it from a high altitude. However, they couldn't see the top of the grayish-white fog until they were struck by lightning.
They mobilized the powers of all the demigods and Sealed Artifacts, attacking the target again and again. Over two to three thousand years, they accumulated day after day, but they failed to wear down the invisible barrier at all …
Upon hearing Captain A 'dal's words, the members of the hunting team felt despair and sorrow. It was as though they were slipping down the edge of the abyss, unable to save themselves.
Those deformities were the type that found it difficult to control their emotions. At this moment, they more or less felt as though they were suppressing something in their hearts, wanting to erupt.
In Yue City, two to three hundred years ago, deformities were unable to become Beyonders and join the hunting team. They could only do work related to gathering. However, as manpower became more and more scarce, the High Priest and the other upper echelons relaxed the restrictions.
"Let's go. This bit of food isn't enough." A 'dal looked around and walked deeper into the darkness with the lantern in hand.
They didn't take the risk of extinguishing the fire and letting monsters surge out of the darkness, because it was very likely that they wouldn't be able to deal with them.
In the suffocating silence, the members of the Yue City hunting team couldn't help but feel as though there was no end to the darkness.
This was just like Yue City's present situation. They could never find hope, and the lantern in their hands could burn for less and less time.
When the last sliver of light dissipated, they would be silently engulfed by the darkness.
As he walked, A 'dal's eyes suddenly reflected a faint yellow.
It was a spark, a spark that didn't belong to the hunting team!
The light of the fire shone into the eyes of all the members of the hunting group, filling up their pupils.
A 'dal, Xin, Rus, and company couldn't help but widen their eyes as intense surprise surged in their hearts.
In their lives, in the historical records of Yue City after the Cataclysm, there had never been a spark that came from elsewhere!
Indeed, many monsters had the power of the Flame or Sun domain, but before they attacked, they would hide in the darkness without revealing any light.
But now, a spark appeared in the depths of the darkness!
A 'dal, Xin, Rus, and company trembled slightly. They thought of many things, but they couldn't think of an answer.
They quickly recalled the hunting arrangements and confirmed that it was impossible for any Moon City residents to appear nearby.
Since the flame didn't belong to Moon City, where did it come from?
The entire hunting team slowed down. They were shocked, stunned, curious, afraid, worried, and panicked.
They had also discovered some destroyed city-states and knew that any abnormality in the darkness could be fatal.
"… Be on guard!" A 'dal finally snapped out of his daze and gave the order.
The hunting team immediately took up a combat formation and waited for the faint yellow flame to approach.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Every second seemed to slow down. Finally, after the flame grew larger, it illuminated a figure.
A figure … There's only one person … The members of the Moon City hunting team held their breaths at the same time.
It seemed like they were about to meet an outsider!
After two to three thousand years, someone else had finally set foot on this land.
They were no longer the only ones in this abandoned World.
As for who could traverse the endless darkness and arrive here, A 'dal and company had no way of guessing without any experience.
As the fire grew bigger and bigger, the members of the hunting group gradually saw the figure clearly.
It was a young man with a slender figure. He had black hair and brown eyes. His expression was grave and stern. He wasn't a deformed person, nor had there been any abnormalities.
He wore a strange hat and clothes, and carried a lantern made of a special material. He walked out of the darkness step by step.
The light from his lantern was brighter than all the lights in the hunting group combined, and the darkness around him faded away quickly.
Before long, the light shone on A 'dal, Xin, Rus, and company.
The figure stopped, looked at the hunting team from Moon City, and said in a low voice, "Let's go.
"Where are you from?"
He's speaking in Jotun … His eyes are clear, and he can communicate … A 'dal opened his mouth and stopped himself from subconsciously answering.
He asked in return,
"Who are you?"
The figure carrying the glass lantern calmly replied,
"German Sparrow."
After more than half a year of traveling and overcoming one difficulty after another, Klein's spiritual intuition finally told him that he was about to reach his destination.
And he also met the first group of living people on this trip to the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
"Where are you from?" A 'dal asked while maintaining his vigilance.
Klein's gaze swept across their faces, and his tone remained unchanged as he said,
"I'm from the City of Silver.
"Also from outside the cursed lands."
Hearing this answer, all the members of the hunting group were in a trance. They wondered if they were hallucinating because they were expecting too much.
…
In the autumn of 1351, Baekeland was shrouded in the flames of war.
Ever since Feynapotter also declared war on Rouen, the war that had been in a stalemate for a period of time finally lost its balance. Rouen and its allies, Lenburg, Masin, and Segar, lost a lot of territory. Only the last few lines of defense were struggling to resist, on the verge of collapse.
After seeing the long queue at the food distribution point from the carriage window, Audrey slowly retracted her gaze and said to her personal maid, Annie, "Don't worry.
"To Saint Samuel Cathedral …"
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