Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Duke Lister tightened the reins, and the white warhorse reared up and neighed.

"Hurry! All of you, hurry!"

His voice boomed across the wilderness, carrying an undisguised urgency.

And fear.

A legendary powerhouse, yet there was fear in his voice.

"Those lunatics will kill us!"

"Run! Everyone run!"

The team instantly fell into chaos.

The luxurious carriages no longer maintained an orderly line; the coachmen whipped the horses wildly, causing the carriages to lurch violently, and the screams of women and the cries of children could be heard from inside.

"Faster! Faster!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die here!"

The shouts of the nobles rose and fell, mingling with the sounds of wheels rolling and horses' hooves, creating utter chaos.

Someone leaned out of the carriage window and yelled at the coachman, "Have you fucking starved?! Strike! Strike harder!"

Some people simply pushed open the carriage door, jumped out, grabbed a horse pulling the carriage, mounted it, and charged forward.

A lady in an elegant long dress jumped out of the car.

It's not because we need to change horses.

It was because her jewelry box fell out.

The exquisite wooden box slipped out of the gap in the carriage and fell to the ground, spilling out several gems that sparkled in the dust.

The noblewoman rushed over, lay down on the ground, and frantically picked up the gems.

"Mine! Mine!"

The carriages behind came rushing towards us.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way now!"

The coachman's voice was screaming.

The lady did not move aside.

She's still picking them up.

Still picking them up.

The wheels rolled over it.

A muffled thud.

The carriage continued to rush forward, its wheels stained with blood and tattered silk fragments.

The lady's body was dragged under the car, rolled several times in the dust, and remained motionless.

Nobody stopped.

No one even looked back.

The team continued their frantic run.

Treasures were scattered all over the road.

gold.

gem.

jewelry.

Those things that they usually cherished as their own lives were now left to languish in the dust like trash.

Horse hooves trampled over it.

The wheels rolled over it.

It was crushed into powder.

Lin Gui silently hid behind the gap, watching them flee right under his nose.

One carriage after another, one caravan after another of knights, stretching endlessly, like a long snake fleeing in panic.

He saw many familiar faces in the group.

The arrogant nobleman who had been so haughty at the auction was now huddled in the carriage, his face pale and his lips trembling.

The minor nobleman whose home he had secretly confiscated with Elvia was now clinging tightly to his horse's neck, as if afraid of falling off.

even.

Lin Gui's gaze fell on the most exquisitely decorated carriage.

The curtain in the car window was blown up by the wind, revealing a pale face.

Emily.

The daughter of Duke Joseph, and the fiancée of the third prince.

That once exquisite face was now devoid of color, its eyes terrifyingly empty, like a soulless shell.

She just sat there, motionless, letting the carriage bounce and the outside world descend into chaos.

Lin Gui frowned slightly.

He watched the nobles fleeing in panic, listening to their shouts:

"Run! Those lunatics will kill us!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

What they fear doesn't seem to be the destruction that the Black Tide is about to bring.

Instead.

Another existence.

Before long, the group passed through the third pass of the Twilight Fortress and headed into the distance.

The sound of horses' hooves faded into the distance.

The sound of wheels gradually faded away.

Lin Gui watched them leave until the last of the group disappeared on the other side of the mountain.

Then, he slowly turned his head.

Their gazes turned toward the direction from which Duke Lister and his entourage had come.

There was nothing there.

There were only rubble, only broken walls, only trampled ruins.

however.

Several blue figures appeared in Lin Gui's Netherworld Eyes.

They were scattered on the mountain, some crouching, some lying down, their eyes fixed on the direction where the Guardian Knights had left.

Not moving at all.

Like a hunter lying in wait.

The voice of Shadow Blade Lin echoed in his mind.

His tone carried a hint of intriguing sneer.

"Wow, not bad at concealment."

She paused.

"To be able to evade the legendary knight's senses at this distance and follow him all the way without being detected, that's quite interesting."

Her praise was understated, but Lin Gui could tell it was genuine.

As a former epic assassin, she rarely praises people.

Lin Gui narrowed his eyes.

Their gazes locked onto the figure with the most powerful soul.

The light of that soul was more solid and profound than that of everyone around it.

This soul.

It's Carlyle.

A legendary assassin who rose to the top.

He's still in Carter's capital?

Lin Gui squinted at the other person.

Carlyle's gaze was fixed on the nobles galloping wildly in the distance.

There was no pity in that gaze.

There was only a cold, calm demeanor, like someone watching their prey.

Then, he moved.

He didn't chase after them.

Instead, he raised his hand.

A jet-black short blade appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The short blade was completely black, without any luster, as if it had even swallowed up light.

A faint black mist swirled around the blade, twisting and writhing as if it were alive.

It is the divine artifact, the Soul-Devouring Blade.

Carlyle raised the Soul Eater Blade and swung it lightly.

No sound.

There was no light.

There wasn't even any magical fluctuation.

But in the distance.

Among the galloping nobles, the last carriage suddenly came to a stop.

Inside the carriage, the once arrogant nobleman froze.

Then, it fell down silently.

There were no wounds.

There was no struggle.

He just collapsed like that.

The soul was taken away from afar.

Immediately afterwards, the second one.

The third one.

In each carriage, a person fell silently.

The figures around Carlyle also moved.

The assassins swooped down from the mountain, chasing the scattered group like ghosts.

Their movements were extremely fast and light; with each strike, a life vanished silently.

There were no screams.

There was no struggle.

Only corpses fell from the carriages and rolled into the dust.

Those nobles who were screaming just moments ago could no longer even utter a scream.

They just ran.

Run as fast as you can.

Then, one by one, they fell down.

Lin Gui withdrew his gaze.

He didn't follow to see what had happened.

His goal was to rescue Elvia.

Carlyle's pursuit had nothing to do with him.

Lin Gui remained where he was.

The magic is slowly recovering.

Half an hour later, it had recovered to half its original state.

He stood up.

Put away the dark night-blooming veil.

Instead of starting the flying boat, they sat on the staff and floated forward.

He needs to maintain sufficient magical power as he is about to return to the capital of Carter.

Although the threat of the Kuroshio Current is temporarily gone, the unrest it has caused will inevitably lead to more man-made disasters.

He needs to remain vigilant.

Flying all the way.

Lin Gui witnessed a terrifying scene.

The road was littered with corpses.

He wasn't killed by a demon.

Instead, it was a fatal blow.

Piercing the heart.

The manner of death was clean and swift, clearly the work of an assassin.

The blood is still very fresh.

Some are still flowing slowly.

Clearly, he hadn't been dead for long.

Lin Gui looked down at the corpses.

They were all people who were either rich or noble.

Wearing magnificent robes and precious jewelry.

Some of them wore gemstone rings on their fingers, while others had exquisite gold ornaments hanging from their waists.

The carriage beside them was abandoned, and treasures were scattered all over the ground.

Scattered gold coins, overturned chests, and trampled silk stood out starkly against the dust.

Lin Gui frowned deeply.

Why was Carlyle hunting down these nobles who had fled from the capital, Carlyle?

Isn't he one of them too?

Suppress your doubts.

Lin Gui continued to increase his speed.