"Ah..." The rough ground scratched her knees and palms, but she didn't care about it at all. Instead, she squeezed the strength in her body, struggled to get up, and continued to run forward. However, she knew deep down in her heart that all the efforts she had made at this moment... It's all meaningless. Because it is only a matter of time before those evil spirits born in filth and evil catch up with him. And, it doesn’t take long. Apart from her own breathing, heartbeat and footsteps, she did not hear any other sounds. It seemed that there was no monster chasing her. She was just running alone. But Hill knew that those demons called "filthy ghosts", those nightmares that had threatened humans and all normal creatures for thousands of years and created countless tragedies and tragic scenes, had always been like this... They make no sound when chasing their prey, no matter how large or ferocious they are. Over the past two hundred years, too many of our compatriots have died at the hands of these silent killing machines.
Hill couldn't even guarantee that a foul ghost would not suddenly appear in front of him and bump into him in the next second. “So tired… so painful… "Stop... take a break... "In the last few seconds, take a break... "It's useless... There's no need to make yourself suffer..." This voice was like the devil in myths and legends that tempted heroes to fall, constantly whispering in her mind, making the already exhausted Hill think about giving up the struggle all the time. Last night, Hill received a new order: He will be sent to "Camp No. 17" to take on his first official mission as a "pioneer surveyor." As residents of the "Last Kingdom", when they reach adulthood, unless their test scores do not reach the passing level, they will basically end their training and education and walk out of the "training ground". Then, they will be assigned corresponding tasks by the "Salvation Church". Different people have different gifts and abilities, which determines the field and direction of education and training this person will receive during the more than ten years in the "training ground". It also determines what career you will pursue after leaving the "training ground". The "talent" that Hill was assessed to have in the "training ground" was geological surveying and land mapping. But deep down, she doesn't really care about this area. What she really likes is the study and practice of Soul-Silent Witchcraft, and the discovery and research of spiritual power. When she was young, before she reached the age to enter the "training ground", her ideal was to practice witchcraft, become a "Silent Wizard", be promoted by the "Salvation Church", and serve as a "Substitute Punisher"! But unfortunately, the test evaluation at the "training ground" showed that her talent in the field of witchcraft was very low. Even if you study hard for your entire life, it would be difficult to become a "disciple". This means that she is destined to have nothing to do with witchcraft in this life.
Even taking it seriously and enjoying it in your spare time is almost impossible. Because the "Holy See of Redemption" would never approve the allocation of witchcraft-related resources to someone who has no talent for practice. As a resident of the "Last Country", your future and life plans are basically determined the moment the evaluation results of the "training ground" are obtained. In the "Last Kingdom", there are no extra resources to be wasted on supporting idle people. In short, Hill passed the final test of geological survey and land mapping with excellent results half a month ago and successfully walked out of the "training ground". And last night, under the order of the "Holy See of Redemption", we arrived at "Camp No. 17". This morning, she and several other professionals from the camp formed a seven-person team to explore an unexplored location. Unexpectedly, the exploration work had just begun when the team was attacked by several evil spirits that suddenly appeared. In just a few minutes, only she, the captain, and Ryder, who was also a newcomer, escaped from the seven-member team. On the way to the camp, Reid, who was relatively weak, was unfortunately killed. But after finally returning to the camp, they discovered in despair... Unexpectedly, the camp was attacked by a large number of evil spirits at some point, leaving only ruins and corpses everywhere. As the captain of the "Disciple" level Silent Soul Wizards, in order to cover Hill's escape, he sacrificed himself to hold back most of the evil spirits, allowing her to seize the opportunity to break out of the encirclement. But in front of more than a dozen evil spirits, the power of a "disciple" Silent Soul Wizard was too weak. The sounds of fighting and roaring coming from the camp lasted less than a minute before being completely replaced by the roars and chewing of the evil spirits. In such a short time, how could Hill, an ordinary girl who basically has no extraordinary powers, escape the perception range of the evil spirit? "Now, I am going to die..." Hill thought numbly. She used to often hear news like "a camp was captured by evil spirits" and "an exploration team was wiped out". But I didn't expect that it would happen to me on the first day of my first mission. Death, so ruthless, so cruel. It won't be because Reid is the only son his parents have high hopes for, the captain is a decisive and noble, rational and calm, experienced and qualified leader, and she is a girl with dreams and pursuits who hopes to contribute to the "Last Country"... And there is no mercy. All enthusiasm, all sadness, all remembrance, all ideals are meaningless in the face of cold death. It just happened inexorably, like the change of day to night. "Pfft!" Hill suddenly stepped on a small stone, which made her lose her balance and fall again. "Woo..."
The fragile skin was rubbed to a bloody mess, and the burning sensation pricked her nerves. But this time, the muddy orange-haired girl did not stand up again. Not only because her physical strength was completely exhausted, but also because... At the same time as she fell to the ground, several huge, deformed, horrible and blasphemous shapes emerged from between the trees behind her. They come in various shapes and sizes. But without exception, the surface of their bodies is covered with a layer of mottled marks like rust, exuding a frenzied aura of destruction, tyranny, bloodlust, distortion, and uncleanness. Filthy ghost. The nightmare of mankind for thousands of years, the terminator of life, a never-stopping, mindless, blind and stupid killing machine. "Wow... I'm so scared..." Hill, who thought he had lost all hope and could accept death calmly, began to tremble uncontrollably from body to soul the moment he saw those figures. “I don’t want to die… “I want to live… "Whatever..." "Let me go please……" The filthy ghosts had no sympathy or regret. They pounced on him without hesitation. Their bizarre limbs and bodies instantly filled Hill's vision. “Imagine this pattern.” At the moment when her hopes completely turned to ashes, an ethereal, distant and slightly childish voice, like a blessing from the gods, suddenly emerged in her mind which was completely filled with fear. "……Eh?" Then, a "knowledge" that did not belong to her at all appeared out of nowhere in her mind... Outlining a completely unfamiliar pattern. It was a geometric body with a very strange and unique shape and color. A regular icosahedron shining with colorful light. ========================= It’s the last day of November. If you don’t vote for your monthly ticket, it will expire! Let’s quickly give those monthly tickets which have limited time left a good home! Chapter 271 Rescue “Imagine this pattern.” The heavenly voice and the strange, colorful icosahedron appeared in Hill's mind at the same time.
In fact, there was no need for that voice to remind her, because her mind was blank at this moment, and she had no other thoughts except extreme fear. Just like a piece of white paper, any external color will leave marks on it. Therefore, when the pattern appeared, it had already entered her mind and was "imagined" by her. "Boom!——" The next moment, a loud, low, and extremely penetrating sound, like a murderous and furious autumn thunder, exploded in the sky! The explosion was so loud that it penetrated the eternal and indestructibly thick lead-black clouds without any resistance and reached the earth. It was like a huge, invisible hammer, smashing heavily on the ground! “BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!—” The whole earth began to tremble! The trees were shaking and rustling, and the evil spirits that pounced on Hill were shaken by the violent vibration and lost their balance, and their sprinting trajectories deviated from the target. "what!" The sudden explosion caused Hill to lose his hearing temporarily, his head was buzzing, and he almost fainted. "Ho..." The evil spirits were shaken by the "earthquake" and were unable to pounce on Hill and tear her into pieces and devour her. But this only bought the orange-haired girl a very short time. If it were a normal human, or other high-level alien species or monsters, they might be frightened by this inexplicable and powerful noise. As a result, they panic, become hesitant, or even get scared and run away on the spot. But evil spirits are not ordinary creatures. They are the embodiment of blasphemy and destruction, cursed creatures without minds, fearless of death, and without fear. There was no other instinct in that strong and deformed body except killing and devouring. The thunderous roar and earth-shaking tremors lasted less than two seconds, and during this time, the demon had successfully readjusted its state and continued to attack Hill. At this time, Hill had not even recovered from his trance and was still lying on the ground in a daze. It seemed that the sudden change just now did not help improve her situation. Just before the filthy ghosts came and trampled her into pieces, the oppressive and dark sky... Once again, a noticeable change occurred. In this world, there is no sun, no moon, and even no sky in the real sense. What we do have are only heavy, solid lead-black clouds, pressing down on the heads of every living being on this earth. During the "daytime", a faint, dim light seeped in from the thin gaps in the dark clouds, and sprinkled feebly on the gray, mutated forest, providing illumination that was better than nothing.
The light was a hazy grayish white, ethereal and weak. Rather than light, it is more like a misty and charming fog. But at this moment, above the area where Hill is... There was a large dark cloud, stained with a dreamy yet strange color. Crimson. A blood-red glow instantly replaced the misty gray-white light and seeped out from the low, lead-black clouds.