In a daze, Fang Yu felt a pair of hands groping his face. After struggling to support his eyelids, he felt a groggy light passing through his eyelashes, making his eyes tremble and tears gushed out.

?And in the blurry vision, a bright gaze became clear first. It was Jian Shuiqiutong, the ship's officer's wife, who looked at him as if he could speak, stable, clear, and restrained.

?Silweid looked at the captain's cheeks covered with blood scabs with a little worried look, and his hands gently stroked them from above, looking at his eyes that opened a gap slightly, and the light of surprise could not help but overflowed from his eyes.

?She lowered her head and gently touched his chapped lips.

?Fang Yum moaned in a daze, not knowing whether it was because of blushing or because of the dizzy and burning pain.

? "The thief was repelled." Silweid looked at him and said softly, his voice a little rustling.

? "So did we win?" Fang Yu asked a little confused and confused.

?"Not all."

?The vision gradually became clear. Through Silverde's shoulder, the sky behind it had become completely brighter. In the distance was a tower with only half of the dilapidated structure remaining, empty shelves, and light.

?It seems to be still in the inner city.

??There are still thick clouds hanging in the sky, low and sometimes lightning lingering. A flash of lightning cut through the vastness, bright red and dazzling. The lightning penetrates the sky and the earth, and it is like dazzling blood flowing from the clouds.

?Then, more lightning fell from far and near.

?Looking at these lightnings, Fang Yu seemed to remember something, and a dizziness came. The scene before Mahazar died suddenly flashed back.

A blood-red lightning hangs down from the clouds, knocking the king of sand thieves to ashes; in the scattered feather dust, there seems to be a dark red mark, covering the other party's ignorant soul and ascends to the sky.

?He had a split headache and groaned again.

?The ship officer gently placed his cold hand on his forehead. Feeling the tenderness here, Fang Rong felt that the headache seemed to have been relieved a little.

"What's going on?" he asked hoarsely, feeling empty from the right shoulder, and then he remembered the injuries he had suffered before.

"The thieves are dead, but they can also be said to be not dead," Silmide gently pressed his forehead. "Those red lightnings turned them into immortal monsters, and now the entire Questak is full of these things."

"monster?"

?Fang Zhu looked at the red mist floating in the distance that kept floating into the air. They rose from every corner of the battlefield, rose from the corpse of every sand thief, rose into the air, and gathered into smoke columns.

?The blood-colored smoke column soared into the sky, and under the drooping clouds, it was like tentacles that grabbed the city.

There seemed to be some black dots flying between the smoke pillars.

?He suddenly understood what the scene before coming over meant.

?That is a soul contract.

In the legend of darkness, people who are greedy and ambitious often describe those who sign contracts with evil beings, so as to offer their souls in exchange for what they think is valuable on the other side of the scale - usually power, wealth and endless power.

Such things actually exist in Aitalia. The dark saints' means of bewitching mortals come and go are just like this, but they are quite effective for those who are in a state of indifference.

Obviously, the sand thieves are such people. In their eyes, souls and life may not be as good as a bag of gems, a happy killing, and a woman is valuable. They despise others' lives, and naturally include their own.

The blind followers were not the residents of the city at the beginning, but the bewitched sand thieves. They had signed a contract with Descartes without realizing it.

And now, it is the time to harvest.

"Where is Ye Hua?"

"He is outside, dealing with those monsters, but it doesn't make much sense, just to prevent them from rushing in and hurting you."

"Where are the others?"

"Everything is in Casan Palace."

It seems that as Silmide said, the battle with the Sand Thieves has ended, and everyone has gathered at the Casan Palace, but the current situation is still a bit unclear to him.

Fang Yu whispered, "Let's go there too."

The shipmaster nodded slightly. "Well, the person sent by His Highness the Princess should be coming soon."

...

When you pass through the streets of the inner city, it is not difficult to see the chaos left by the previous battle. The tall and majestic buildings are burned into ruins and rubble, and the remaining charred beams and pillars are still there. The remaining warmth is still there, white smoke is curling, and there are still dark red Mars under the ashes.

The fire may re-emerge at any time, but no one is paying attention to this matter at this time.

The knights sent by His Highness the Great Princess made a simple stretcher and wrapped a flag between two poplar trees and let him lie flat on it.

Silweid was on one side, holding the pride of the Lone King, and followed closely behind.

The lost right arm can theoretically be restored by advanced restoration or prayer. Bishop Faris should be willing to take action. Even if he cannot, Fang Yu was not too worried, anyway, he still had a chance to be resurrected.

Not long after, he had contact with the "monsters".

Everyone was walking through the uneven ruins, and suddenly a sharp cry came from the air, and a shadow seemed to block the sunlight. Fang Zhu raised his head and saw a giant beast sporting its wings between the ruins. It was very strong, with tall and red bones like fire, with a horn stretched out from its scalp, and a faint light flashed in its eyes, with a bloody mouth below, rows of fangs, and sharp swords.

The tall monster spread its flesh wings and landed on a remaining beam and pillar with a "wow" sound. His strong claws kicked on the stone wall and then rushed towards them.

The knights unsheathed their swords and turned in that direction. But before they touched, a feather arrow broke through the air and hit the monster's chest, leading it to the stone wall behind it with a loud bang.

The stone wall made a low muffled sound, and it collapsed, the earth trembled slightly, and a piece of dust rose.

Ye Hua put away his longbow, and the knights looked at him in awe. However, in the smoke and dust, the monster was still not dead for a while. After struggling and screaming for a long time, the voice gradually became lower.

Fang Yu looked here silently, and Ye Hua and his eyes were in contact with him, and they all saw the silence in their eyes.

This monster was nailed to death by Ye Hua's arrow. But it was the arrow of the Ten Kings. Even so, it did not die immediately. Its vitality is evident.

What if an ordinary person meets him?

After the monster died, its huge flesh wings pounced on the ground weakly. The dark red blood vessels on it were like lava flowing on volcanic ash, glowing red light and slowly flowing downwards. The muscles and skins where they passed also melted in turn, turning into starry Mars, floating and flying into the air.

It seemed as if in a blink of an eye, there were only a pile of charred dead bones left in the huge corpse. The dead bones quickly disappeared with the wind.

Looking at the embers rising into the sky, Silweid told him that the dust would soon turn into new monsters. "They will not be completely killed, and will soon be resurrected on this battlefield-"

The knights told him that there were two kinds of monsters here, and that was just one of them.

And Fang Zhu soon encountered another type.

He had actually seen that kind of monster, the Blood servants he had seen in Tansneer. They emerged from the alley in groups, and meeting them would mean experiencing a fierce battle.

Fortunately, the combat power of the Blood servant is far less than that of the previous monster, and the knights can handle it calmly. But these monsters cannot be killed, and even if the head is cut off, they will be resurrected soon.

"They were sand thieves during their lifetime," a knight said to him.

Fang Yu said silently. It seemed that the bloodworms cultivated by the blind followers in Tansnier were first used on these sand thieves. Although they deserved the sin, the blind followers' unpredictable means are still unsettling.

The deeper he entered the inner city, the traces of battle gradually disappeared. He lay on the stretcher and saw the living sand thieves for the first time. They were strung together by a rope, and there were many knights in silver helmets and silver armor standing beside him.

Looking at the knights and the flags on the other side's spear, Fang Zhu couldn't help but be stunned. If he read correctly, those were the Kaolin people.

The knight explained to him that it was the Korlin who joined the battle at the last moment and defeated the Sand Thieves. The gratitude in his tone was beyond words.

Fang Zhu was a little surprised when he heard this. The Kaolin people had an envoy here, but he knew that the covenant between Kaolin-Ishurien and Istaniya was not in the case of Questak, and the other party would not intervene in the disputes within Istaniya.

A Knight from the Kaolin man in the distance saw their team at this time, and suddenly left his own people and walked towards him.

The knight walked closer, lifted up his armor, looked at them with his eyes, and made a muffled sound under his helmet: "Everyone, can you find someone for us? Have you ever seen such a girl, about the age of nineteen, with blonde hair, light blue eyes, and extremely beautiful-"

He had a necklace tied on his armour, and a round pendant hung at the end of the necklace. The Knight stroked it a few times and opened the pendant, revealing the photos in the crystal below.

He gestured to the little girl above and said to everyone, "That's it, but it's older. Have you ever seen it?"

The Istani knights shook their heads one after another.

The moment Fang Zhu saw the pendant, he turned around unexpectedly and found that Silweid had put on a headscarf and a veil at some point, looking like a maid in the palace.

Only then did he remember that the other party had a beautiful silver-haired outfit before, just as he was at Golander.

Silvede faced his gaze, blinked at him playfully under the veil, and reached out and quietly held his hand.

"You called the Kaolin?" Fang Yu immediately understood what was going on and wrote in her palm.

Like a child who was caught in a prank, the noble daughter had curved eyes and smiled very well.

"But they are looking for you too."

"Don't worry," Silvede gently gestured in his palm, making his palm itchy. "There won't be any problem."

Fang Rong was still a little worried, worried that Silvide would notice by the Royal Family of Kaurin. Here they were just marginal people, but in that palace struggle, the noble daughter was the center of the vortex.

Fortunately, the knight did not pursue the matter. After asking politely, he said goodbye to them.

The atmosphere in the Casan Palace was still extremely tense.

"The thieves have retreated."

“To be precise, most of them have become those monsters…”

"The monsters have not yet intended to attack Kasan Palace, but they can't linger outside the defense line, and the range is obviously getting closer and closer..."

Seishel's tone was calm, but it was not difficult to hear the anxiety implicit in his tone. "More importantly, Beicheng..."

"His princess has moved most of the civilians to the north before, but only a few have escaped Questak, and the rest of them are now gathered in the North City..."

"North City is currently the area with the least losses in the previous battles, but it is hard to guarantee what will happen next. The guards have confirmed that those who are attacked and killed by those monsters will become their kind..."

"But those monsters can't be killed," a nobleman said angrily: "Are we just waiting so much that they turn us into the same kind?"

He gestured hard: "In my opinion, we should break out."

"But what should Questak do?"
To be continued...