Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Following Edwin's gaze, Arthur also saw the colossal beast that was overturning everything and charging towards them.

Every step Satogua took caused the entire land to tremble.

The earth cracked open beneath its feet, sending stones flying and dust billowing.

Arthur's voice broke down completely.

"What's that guy doing here?!"

"Run! Edwin, run!"

His voice was sharp and shrill, tinged with tears.

Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped his throat.

His body was trembling uncontrollably, from his fingertips all the way to his bones.

Edwin did not speak.

He looked down at Arthur's face, which was contorted with fear.

That face that once held a high position in the City of a Thousand Towers, cherished by countless magical families.

His face was covered in snot and tears, and his mouth was open, like a frightened child.

Edwin's lips moved slightly.

He didn't speak.

His hand slipped under Arthur's armpit and gripped his shoulder blade.

Then, push hard.

Arthur's body fell from the sky.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He looked at Edwin's cold, expressionless face.

He opened his mouth, as if trying to shout something, but no sound came out.

The wind whistled past his ears as his body tumbled through the air.

Then--

"Bang!"

He fell heavily to the ground.

His back slammed against the hard rock, and his bones made a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

His mouth opened, and he let out a short, agonizing scream.

Blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin onto the gravel.

He struggled to lift his head and look up at the sky.

Edwin's figure hovered in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Black mist began to gather around him, wrapping around his body.

Concealment magic.

The other party is actually going to abandon him!

Arthur's eyes were filled with fear and anger.

"Edwin!"

His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.

"Don't leave me!"

"Don't leave me!"

Edwin did not look at him.

His robes were completely enveloped in black mist, and his figure began to blur.

Like a drop of ink merging into the night, like a snowflake falling into the sea.

Then, he disappeared.

It has completely disappeared.

I can't even sense their presence.

Arthur lay on the ground, looking at the empty sky.

His mouth was open, and a muffled, desperate groan escaped his throat.

His hands gripped the soil tightly, his fingernails digging into the gravel.

Tears welled up in her eyes and dripped down her cheeks.

Edwin is gone.

really gone.

Leaving him here is like throwing away a piece of useless trash.

Arthur's body was trembling, not from pain, but from fear.

He recalled the eyes of the half-demons he had hunted down.

In those bloodshot eyes, there was despair, anger, and hatred.

He thought at the time that it was the impotent rage of the weak.

And now, he finally understands that feeling.

Abandoned, forgotten, treated like a rag that can be discarded at any time.

"No...no..."

His voice grew softer and softer, more fragmented.

"I can't die here..."

"I can't..."

He struggled to get up, but his arms went limp and he fell back down.

He braced himself on the ground, his fingers digging into the soil, and crawled forward little by little.

Then he stopped.

Less than ten meters ahead.

A pair of blood-red eyes were staring at him.

That was a hero-level demon.

Its body was hidden in the shadow of dead trees, its fangs protruding from the corners of its mouth, and saliva dripping onto the ground.

Its eyes were fixed on Arthur, as if he were meat on a chopping board.

Arthur's body stiffened.

His lips trembled as he tried to chant a spell, but found no sound coming out of his throat.

He tried to tear open the scroll, only to find that the pouch at his waist was empty.

Those semi-divine artifacts that once provided him with absolute safety and protection had long been taken away by that black-haired devil.

And those levitation scrolls that once allowed him to soar into the sky are no longer there.

He has nothing left now.

He was just a cripple with a broken finger, covered in injuries, and unable to even stand up.

The demon emerged from the shadows.

Its footsteps were very light, making a soft rustling sound as it stepped on the fallen leaves.

It walked up to Arthur, lowered its head, and its fangs almost touched his face.

Arthur's body trembled violently.

His tears flowed even faster, and his face was covered in snot.

He lay on the ground, his hands covering his head, his voice coming out in broken, intermittent bursts from his throat.

"Please...don't...don't eat me..."

"Please..."

"I'll give you money... I'll give you a lot of money..."

"I am the only... Great Sage of the City of a Thousand Towers..."

His words caught in his throat.

He suddenly realized that he had nothing to offer in exchange.

Money? Power? Status?

In this wasteland, before the devil, these are nothing but waste paper.

The demon's mouth opened.

The fangs pierced his collar, and the cold touch pressed against his neck.

Arthur closed his eyes.

Then--

The demon stopped moving.

Its head snapped up, and its blood-red eyes turned in another direction.

There, even more demons are pouring out of the dead forest.

As if receiving some kind of order, they all turned around in unison and ran off in one direction.

I stopped looking at Arthur and stopped paying attention to him.

Like a tide, it surged past him and disappeared at the horizon.

Arthur lay on the ground, his body still trembling.

He stood there stunned for a long while before slowly and laboriously raising his head.

The surroundings were empty.

The demons are all gone.

Not a single one was left.

Arthur's lips slowly parted into a twisted smile, a smile born of relief after surviving a catastrophe.

"He's alive..."

"I survived..."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Lady Luck is still on my side!"

His laughter lasted only a moment.

The earth began to tremble violently.

It was the kind of tremor that came from deep underground, like some enormous creature was approaching.

Arthur's smile froze on his face.

He raised his head.

Sunlight streamed down from overhead, illuminating the withered, yellow grass.

Then, shadows enveloped him.

That's not a cloud.

That's Zatogua.

The epic demon that had risen to power was standing before him.

Its body is like a mountain, blocking out the sky and the sun.

Its four enormous legs stood around Arthur like four pillars reaching to the heavens and the earth.

Its head was lowered, and its scarlet vertical pupils were staring at him.

Like staring at an ant.

Arthur opened his mouth and let out a dry, muffled syllable.

His body went completely limp, and he lay on the ground like a lump of mud.

He couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.

His tiny, desperate figure was reflected in Satoguya's eyes.

It raised a giant foot, and shadows enveloped Arthur's entire body.

At this very moment—

"Whoosh."

A sharp whistling sound came from afar.

Arthur's pupils contracted slightly.

A long, narrow flying boat emerged from the dead trees at a speed so fast it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

It drew an arc in the low sky, passing between the giant feet of Zatogia.

Then, it hovered steadily in front of Arthur.

At the very front of the airship sat a young man with black hair.

Her black hair swayed slightly in the wind, and her gray eyes looked at him calmly.

The robes were dusty and covered in dirt and blood.

Arthur's lips trembled slightly.

He looked at that face, his eyes flashing with fear, anger, and humiliation.

Then, all those emotions transformed into a will to survive.

His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.

"You...you've come to save me?"

Lin Gui looked at him without saying a word.

Satoguya's roar came from behind, deafeningly loud.

The earth trembled, and the pebbles bounced.

Lin Gui turned his head to look at the approaching giant beast, then looked back at Arthur.

"No."

His voice was very faint.

"I just thought about it."

He paused for a moment.

"I still want to kill you with my own hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his gray dagger.

The dagger was dull and unremarkable, without any luster.

He waved his hand.

"Whoosh."

A sharp, piercing sound cut through the air.

Arthur's expression froze completely.

His eyes were still open, but his pupils were already dilated.

His mouth was still open, but he could no longer make a sound.

A thin, almost invisible line of blood slowly emerged from his neck.

Fresh blood seeped from the bloodline, more and more, faster and faster.

His head slipped off his neck, rolled on the ground, bounced twice, and came to rest in the pile of rubble.

His body remained kneeling for a few breaths, then collapsed with a thud.

Lin Gui didn't look at him again.

He sheathed the gray dagger, gripped the staff with both hands, and poured magic into it.

The airship accelerated suddenly, transforming into a streak of light as it burst through Satogua's giant feet and hurtled headlong toward the north.

Behind them, Satoguya's roar grew louder and louder.

Morgan sat behind the Forest Ghost with a ferocious expression, providing the Forest Ghost with magic while raising his staff high, causing magic to surge wildly.

Streams of extraordinary magic shot out from the tip of his staff, striking Satoguya.

It was as dense as rain, and it never stopped.

The power of those spells was negligible to Satogua, but each one struck precisely around its eyes.

It roared angrily, growing faster and faster, its four giant feet crushing everything in its path.

Lin Gui maneuvered the flying boat, weaving through the dead trees and leaping among the rocks.

He didn't fly in a straight line, but kept changing direction and luring people in.

Heading north.

Heading north.

Arthur was left behind, but Edwin was nowhere to be seen.

Did that guy abandon Arthur?

Lin Gui was somewhat surprised.

He hadn't expected the other party to be so decisive.

It's no wonder he single-handedly captured three legendary figures—legendary assassins who were also adept at countering mages.

Arthur was kicked away by Edwin.

Without Arthur's spiritual guidance, he could not indirectly pinpoint Edwin's location.

He also lacked Edwin's physical tissues.

It cannot be traced through the fine threads of the soul.

But Lin Gui was not anxious.

When we were hunting down those members of the magic families before.

He also lacked their bodily tissues.

Didn't they still manage to arrest everyone and let Freeman assassinate them one by one?

The reason he was able to do it is quite simple.

The barren wasteland, with its flat terrain, offered him a very wide field of vision.

The Eye of the Netherworld can see through almost any soul within a radius of fifty kilometers, and the speed of the flying boat allows him to greatly expand the search area.

He used the speed of the flying boat and his Netherworld Eyes to capture those members of the magic families.

And now we can also find Edwin through this.

Arthur is still alive today, so Edwin definitely didn't run very far.

And if the other side still has the space scroll capable of long-distance teleportation, they wouldn't abandon Arthur.

Lin Gui maneuvered the flying boat, causing it to rise sharply upwards.

The airship rose higher and higher.

The wind whistled past my ears, making my robes flutter loudly.

Below, the entire northern part of the Deadwood Wasteland unfolds in view.

Withered grass, exposed rocks, scattered dead trees, and a winding, dry riverbed.

It stretched as far as the eye could see, with no obstructions.

Lin Gui closed his eyes.

Then, open your eyes.

A gray light shone in his pupils.

The Eye of the Underworld.

The world I see has completely changed.

It was as if a gray veil had been cast over it.

The entire wasteland has been transformed into a vast hunting ground adorned with countless red-dot souls.

Those are all the souls of demons.

Densely packed, covering the sky and the earth, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Among these red dots of light, a very bright blue ball of soul light is moving rapidly eastward.

The light was as bright as the sun, dazzling and impossible to ignore.

Lin Gui's lips curled up slightly.

"Lord Edwin."

His voice was very soft, almost inaudible in the wind.

"If you were any weaker, I might not have even noticed you under the cover of the dead tree."

"But it's a pity."

"You're too strong."

"The light sphere, so powerful it pierced the soul, was as dazzling as the sun."

He gripped the staff with both hands, pouring magic into it wildly.

The airship suddenly accelerated, transforming into a silvery-white streak as it chased after the blue ball of light.

A dark, veiled garment enveloped the entire airship.

The outline of the airship vanished into thin air, along with Morgan and the magical light, all disappearing without a trace.

There was no sound, no breath, no trace of its existence.

Only in Lin Gui's gray eyes was the blue orb of light that was getting closer and closer reflected.

Ten kilometers.

Five kilometers.

One kilometer.

500 meters.

One hundred meters.

The blue ball of light became clearer and clearer in my field of vision.

Lin Gui could even "see" Edwin's silhouette.

The old man in the dark purple robe was flying eastward with all his might, the magical light on his staff flickering erratically.

He was fast, but compared to the airship, he was as slow as a crawling snail.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Lin Gui's mouth.

The speed of the airship was pushed to its limit.

The wind pressure cannons were fully activated, and a silvery-white light exploded at the tail of the airship.

"boom--"

The airship transformed into a streak of light and crashed straight into Edwin from the side.

Edwin's pupils contracted sharply.

He seemed to sense something.

That was a sense of crisis, the chill of impending death.

But he sensed nothing.

There was no magical fluctuation, no killing intent, and no locking mechanism.

Then--

"Bang!"

The bow of the airship struck his side.

The enormous impact sent him flying.

His body tumbled in the air, his staff slipped from his hand, his robes were torn, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.