Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Bill looked down and examined the wooden plank closely.

The charcoal handwriting was crooked, but each stroke was written very carefully.

"Handsome, invincible, and incredibly kind."

His lips twitched.

He then gave a cold laugh and closed his five fingers.

The wooden board shattered in his palm, turning into fine wood chips that fell through his fingers.

He looked in the direction of the arrow.

Around the corner in the distance, another wooden plank can be vaguely seen under the moonlight.

The same crooked handwriting.

The same arrow.

Bill walked over.

The sign reads:

"Yes, this way, keep going~"

The tilde at the end was drawn with an extra rounded shape, as if it were deliberately added for a playful touch.

Bill stared at the tilde.

The sneer deepened.

A blatant, almost childish, tactic to lure you into a trap.

A high-ranking mage provoked him in this way.

contempt.

Blatant contempt.

The scout drifted to his side, ghostly flames flickering in his empty eye sockets.

"This is a trap."

Its sound was dry and dull, like the rubbing of withered leaves.

"Don't do as he wishes."

Bill didn't look at it.

He gazed at the north, where the arrow pointed, a cold smile curving his lips.

"A very naive trap."

He paused.

"A trap that might even kill him."

He turned his head and looked at the scout.

"Even if it really is a trap!"

"Can he kill me?"

He smiled.

"Can I kill your Death Knight?"

"He didn't even know that the enemy he faced possessed the blessing of immortality!"

The scouts remained silent.

The eerie fire in his eyes receded slightly, as if he were deep in thought.

Bill withdrew his gaze and looked towards the depths of the north, his eyes filled with mockery.

"He will pay the price for his contempt."

His voice softened, carrying a hint of anticipation.

"I can't wait..."

"When he saw me come back to life."

He paused, then his smile deepened.

"Seeing that he discovered he had used such inferior methods..."

"Regret for getting burned."

He chuckled softly.

"I will drain his blood thoroughly."

"Make him regret it..."

"You've messed with me."

The words fell.

Bill's body suddenly disintegrated.

There was no bloodstain, no afterimage.

It simply transformed into a cloud of crimson blood mist, following the direction the arrow pointed...

It sped off to the north.

The scout stood still.

It looked down at the wood chips scattered on the ground.

Silent for a long time.

After a long while, the night wind blew a few larger pieces of debris away.

It crouched down.

Withered fingers picked up a fragment whose edges were still relatively intact.

By the light of the ghostly fire, I examined the remaining writing on it closely.

A strange idea arose.

When Bill came over.

The other party's soul fluctuations were still lingering in the northern fountain square.

That location, is a distance from here...

At least 10 kilometers.

Did the other party prepare these brands in advance?

that……

How did he determine that?

Will Bill pass through this location and walk down this street?

The scout held the shards in his hand.

The stiff curve of his knuckles revealed a hint of indescribable unease.

It remained motionless for a long time.

suddenly.

Another sense came from afar.

Modo's consciousness was suddenly pulled out of the scout's body.

Like the receding tide, it instantly crosses the ruins.

Arrived in the East District.

On a deadly assassin lurking atop the tower.

Within the field of vision.

Edge of the fountain square.

Two figures were standing in the moonlight.

Black hair.

Gray robe.

Beside him was a woman with short, light blonde hair.

Modo's mind suddenly tensed up.

He immediately activated his consciousness.

Contact the three Death Knights scattered across the Upper East Side.

—To surround.

Three silent figures sped out from the shadows of the ruins.

They converge on the fountain square from different directions.

laneway.

roof.

After the broken wall.

In the shadow of the dilapidated stable.

The encirclement tightened rapidly.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

ten meters.

The three knights stepped onto the edge of the square at the same time.

under the moonlight.

No one is empty.

Only the dried-up fountain pool remained, half-filled with black water at the bottom, reflecting the shattered moon.

There were also pebbles scattered all over the ground, and dried leaves.

Modo fell silent.

Consciousness is like an invisible net, sweeping across every inch of space.

There is no magic residue.

There was no fluctuation of concealment magic.

There wasn't even a footprint.

It's like those two figures from just now...

It was just a hallucination in his perception.

He was about to withdraw his consciousness.

Another sense came from the East District.

It touched me.

Modo was shocked.

Consciousness shifts in an instant.

The western district, the ruins of a collapsed market.

The Death Knight hid behind a half-broken wall, his withered body blending into the shadows.

Within its field of vision.

street corner.

A figure with black hair and a gray robe slowly walked under the moonlight.

Walked with ease.

Beside him stood a woman with short, light blonde hair.

Motoro no longer hesitated.

He simultaneously controls the West Side and all the Death Knights he can command.

Except for John, who was guarding Ash.

The remaining three riders were all mobilized.

They flanked the street corner from three directions.

One minute later.

Three Death Knights gathered at the street corner.

Moonlight is like water.

No one is empty.

Only the broken shelves lay overturned on the ground, and a few withered leaves swirled past the knight's feet.

Modo stood inside the temple.

The body's empty eyes narrowed slightly.

He sensed it again.

South.

north.

East.

West.

Each time his consciousness shifted, he could "see" those two figures.

Each time the knights were mobilized to surround and block...

When they arrived, only empty ruins remained.

The other party is moving.

Moreover, the trajectory of the movement.

Modo suddenly realized.

Those locations where they "appeared".

It is moving slowly.

From the East District.

Head to the West District.

Head to the South District.

Every point precisely avoided the death knights he had sent out.

These immortal monsters...

It attracts people in a certain direction.

Modo's mind suddenly tightened.

He no longer divided his forces.

All the knights, except for the legendary death knight who guarded Ash, converged on the same point.

Eleven riders burst out from different blocks.

They silently charged forward under the moonlight.

Walk through the collapsed long street.

Cross the broken vine bridge.

I walked across the square covered in ashes.

finally.

I stopped in front of the largest building in the North District.

opera.

The most magnificent building in Mirror City in the past.

Six white jade pillars support the porch, their shafts covered with dark green vines that sway gently in the night breeze.

The dome was broken, and moonlight poured down from the cracks, spreading a silvery staircase in front of the porch.

The steps were covered with fallen leaves and ashes; the withered leaves of the past years were crushed and mixed with the dust.

The bronze door, once engraved with famous epic poems and plays, now has half of it missing, leaning against the door frame.

The bas-reliefs of laurel and harp are still faintly discernible on the lintel.

Eleven riders stood silently at the foot of the steps.

The ghostly flames flickered in his eye sockets, illuminating the dead temple.

Footsteps came from behind.

Bill walked through the line of knights to the front.

He looked up at the magnificent ruins.

He turned his head again and looked at the eleven riders lined up around him.

"...Why are all your knights here?"

He raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with surprise.

Modo's consciousness was attached to one of the scouts' bodies.

Empty eye sockets gaze toward the opera house.

"My knights have all gathered together where he was exposed."

"He wants..."

He paused.

"To wipe us all out."

Bill paused for a moment.

Then he smiled.

The laughter echoed through the deathly silent square, carrying undisguised sarcasm.

"To capture them all?"

He tilted his head and repeated it.

then.

"Just one high-level mage?!"

The smile deepened.

He looked toward the dark opera house doors.

The moonlight shone on his pale profile, making his smile appear even more blatant.

"interesting."

"That's really interesting."

He took a step forward.

The heel of the boot landed on the stone steps.

A crisp echo reverberated under the porch.

"I'd like to see……"

"How did he manage to capture me all at once?"