Prologue

It has been over 260 years since the last arrival of the demon race on the continent, and the atmosphere on the Galgalon continent has become somewhat tense, with people rarely enjoying the last 40 years of peace.

Um ... ... ?

"Steal? The great Caspar is here, ensuring success is within reach!" It seems that a certain keyword has been mentioned, and after a sudden gust of wind, a chubby little man with a simple appearance and a plump figure appeared around the two. After stopping, the flesh on his body continued to quiver unsteadily.

Ha! With Marcos and his incompetent team, do they really think they can achieve extraordinary accomplishments in the realm of the gods? Laughable!

The furious dark red pillars of fire, along with the billowing thick smoke they produced, stained the heavens and the earth, plunging them into darkness. The dense black smoke rapidly replaced the originally gray clouds, twisting and colliding in the air. Before long, streaks of purple and menacing lightning began to roar in the sky, accompanied by deafening booms that echoed from afar, growing closer.

Unlike the slightly calm rising heat of previous days, when it ascended from the ground, it was mixed with countless tiny dark red particles. Initially, they were only the size of sesame seeds, but by noon, those particles had grown to the size of yellow beans

Hercules remained unfazed, simply striking with his blade, roaring with each swing, "Hey-ha!"

The humble, ugly, and bloodthirsty demon race, repeatedly defeated by us, has ultimately been expelled. Even if the sword in our hands becomes dull, even if our blood runs dry, even if we are wrapped in the hides of horses, we will never yield. For the homeland behind us, for the happiness of the next generation, I use the staff in my hand to cut off their retreat.

Hmm... there is also... it seems unwilling to bring it up. After a pause, the voice finally said: "Marcos has appeared!"

The young man in white, Mitnik, adjusted his robe and softly uttered two words: "There is a problem"

The young man, referred to as the captain, seemed to descend slowly from the clouds, saying: "I've mentioned this too many times and shown too few pictures, so let's not be so serious, let's not be so formal. We are all part of the same team, so let's not be too distant with each other"

The boy known as Hercules finally stopped, but then he began to swing even harder.

He suppressed the fluttering in his heart, let out a long breath, and leaped gracefully, like a startled swan, from the branch several meters high.

Captain ... ... At this moment, a soft call echoed within the room, as if it had emerged from the void, yet the speaker was nowhere to be seen

What kind of terrifying event happened over there ... Could it be ... that matter?" The young man suddenly thought of something, expressing great astonishment. He furrowed his two delicate eyebrows, resembling those of a girl, and his expression became quite serious, causing his originally calm demeanor to suddenly turn solemn.

At the same time, a faint chant emerged from his lips, and in the air just a few feet in front of him, it quickly coalesced into a transparent sphere. In the blink of an eye, the sphere took shape, its surface gleaming enough to reflect his own figure, while various scenes swiftly passed across its surface

Such a cataclysmic commotion, at the moment when thunder and rumbling intersect, caused all races on the continent to feel a sense of trepidation and fear

Understood

Suddenly, the scene on the sphere came to a halt, revealing the void abyss of the far west

Hercules, do you know that the demon race is about to descend

Such a powerful and magic-consuming auxiliary spell is the least favored by wizards, as magical power is the second life of all sorcerers. However, at this moment, the old man could not afford to care about that any longer

Hahaha, the Wind Envoy Mitnik will faint at the sight of blood, how amusing is that! How will you slay the demons then? Blindfolded? Should I go steal some fragrant lace strips from the girls' dormitory for you? Hahaha!

Ah! Ah! Kaspar, you thief! Bastard! Return my things!

As the sound gradually fades away, https://www.hetushu.com is a canary adorned with seven vibrant feathers, flapping its wings in a wobbly manner, seemingly on the verge of falling at any moment

Overlooking this vast land, one cannot help but feel a sense of sorrow and heartache at its scars and wounds

Between heaven and earth, it appears as if the artist has sketched countless dark red barriers with ink and brush, beneath which lies an abyss that seems to stretch endlessly.

As the image gradually enlarged, the old man's face was filled with horror, "This... this... it's only been two hundred sixty-three years, how could it... how is it possible... this..."

If someone were to see this, they would surely exclaim in astonishment. This is not the kind of fourth-level magical artifact, the Viewing Crystal Ball, that can be activated by casually chanting a spell or two, but rather a creation constructed from obscure incantations that even an average mage cannot comprehend. It is built with powerful magical energy, and its imaging and movement speed far surpass that of the Viewing Crystal Ball, reaching the highest level of magical artifacts—level six. Moreover, level six magic can only be cast by a mage of at least the title of Archmage.

Meanwhile, some hidden extraordinary powerhouses on the mainland were stirred and all turned their gazes towards the west

The demon clan is about to descend upon the continent, and we have little time left. Everyone should train diligently, striving to reach the end once we enter the divine realm. The young man gazed far towards the west, his thoughts heavy, and spoke in a voice as gentle as if he feared disturbing small animals: "Do not let me see you causing such a commotion again, or else... you know what will happen..."

At a shallow bank of a stream near Good Academy, a young human boy gripped a two-handed broad sword with both hands, continuously swinging it. Each time the blade descended, a current of air split to the sides along the edge of the sword, as if he were forcefully chopping through the water, even cleaving the air itself.

His demeanor appears refined and gentle, making it hard for anyone to imagine that just moments ago, with a simple flick of his hand, he could pull the elusive Kaspar from the void, and with a casual toss, send him crashing down so brutally

How violent is this guy, and how formidable is his strength, that even his teammates do not know!

Mitnick, I hope you can survive. At that time, we will determine the victor between us. However, your problem with fainting at the sight of blood is a significant issue. I truly look forward to seeing your reaction when you encounter blood, heh heh.

The void-like voice, after recounting the events that caused Mitnik to fall from the branch, fell silent once more, as if the black-robed youth had always been the only presence in the room

Captain! Four voices called out in a low tone.

Upon seeing this person, the other four fell silent as if they were mice encountering a cat, treading carefully as if on thin ice, not daring to make a sound.

Cough cough

Kaspar began to cough violently, with blood and air surging within his chest, nearly coughing up blood

I will wield the sword in my hand, drinking the blood of the demon race, ensuring they remain forever on the continent of Galgalon, guarding the tombs of our departed ancestors

At the top level of the central tower of Good Academy, an elderly man with sparse hair and skin wrinkled like the peel of an orange is perusing a scroll of parchment.

He first let out a laugh that was not human-like, followed by a faint revelation of excitement: "An anomaly has appeared, and the demon is about to descend upon the continent"

A young man in a black robe, bent over a book, furrowed his brow and hummed a syllable.

The figure of Kaspar flickered for a moment, transforming into nothingness, disappearing from the spot, leaving behind a message: "Vivian, I did not steal your things, so please stop chasing me. It's been three days and nights, and I am almost driven to madness by you."

Bang! Before Kaspar's voice had faded, his figure suddenly crashed back into the position where he had previously vanished, as if struck by a violent impact

The sweat had long soaked the young man's clothing, clinging to him in a sticky manner. He was completely unfazed by this, simply swinging the sword in his hand with force, again and again.

Upon closer inspection, one will discover that the final impact point of the youth's every strike is completely consistent with that of the previous one, regardless of the distance from the ground or the lateral deviation. No, it should be said that there is not even the slightest deviation; it is entirely consistent.

It is unknown when, but gradually such sounds began to resonate throughout Good Academy, starting softly and growing louder, until finally they echoed in unison, almost shaking the heavens

Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his heart, abruptly standing up and gazing into the distance towards the west through the window

As the scene shifted, the old man's originally amiable expression gradually became solemn and serious

"Hercules, why not take a break?" A clear and melodious voice suddenly rang in the young man's ears

Beside a lush grove within Good Academy, a young man dressed in a white robe, with a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, turned his head towards the west. There, a terrifying surge of magical energy was emanating, gradually igniting a fever in his blood and stirring an indescribable sense of unease within him.

In the very center of the abyss of nothingness, the largest crack suddenly erupted with a loud bang, as a dark red pillar of fire surged forth from the ground without any warning. The pillar shot up into the sky, instantly piercing through the gray clouds and reaching even higher. Upon contact with the clouds, the terrifyingly high temperature ignited them, causing them to vanish completely, and a hollow circle rapidly expanded. Below the surface, the cracks surrounding the pillar of fire eagerly shot forth similar pillars, which grew larger and more densely packed. As the clouds met the pillars of fire, they were again ignited by the horrific heat, disappearing entirely, and the hollow circle continued to expand. The cracks beneath the surface competed to spew forth more pillars of fire, which became increasingly larger and denser. Some isolated reefs were shattered and disintegrated by these terrifyingly hot and powerful pillars, their bodies torn apart and ultimately becoming part of the pillars of fire, all rushing skyward together.

Meanwhile, not far from these four individuals, a tall and sturdy young man, with a face chiseled like a knife and axe, extended his hand as if holding an object that was suspended in the air.

Suddenly, a sharp soprano voice rang out, followed by a strikingly beautiful figure from hetushu.com. She danced with a crimson ribbon in her hand, and as the ribbon fluttered and swirled, the scarlet fire magic surged forth like a flood, sweeping towards the chubby Kaspar.

At the top level of another tower in Good Academy, there are transparent floor-to-ceiling windows all around. Looking out, apart from the principal's tower, all other buildings are shorter than it.

Hey! Ha! With each swing, the young man shouted loudly, as if this could bring him boundless strength

Alas! There is no hope; he is indeed the taciturn lone wolf—Hercules, the mighty hero

The signs of the apocalypse are beginning to emerge, the end of days is approaching

At the moment of landing, the soil beneath his feet surged like a dirt dragon, quickly rising and then returning to its original state. After rolling around him once, it finally came to a stop on his right side. Following this, a visible aura of yellow magic flickered, and a slender, short figure resembling a mountain-climbing dragon appeared beside him.

Oh? Upon hearing this, the young man in the black robe became interested and said, "Speak!"

Boom! Thunderous roar!

"Damn, who doesn't know that you, Marcos, are a violent man? One word is not enough; it must end in blood!" Kaspar, known as the 'Holy Hand Thief,' thought to himself: "I really don't understand how Mitnick could join your team; isn't he squeamish about blood?"

The westernmost region of the Galgalon continent. The sky is overcast, heat rises, and the ground is riddled with chasms, the depths unknown, with abyssal rifts connecting, varying in distance from several meters to several thousand meters, presenting a terrifying dark red hue

The abyss of emptiness, the first signs of anomalies, the demons are about to descend, the realms of the gods are about to open. That voice was succinct yet shocking

The young man spoke earnestly, but to the ears of the other four, it had no effect; they remained standing with their hands behind their backs, standing straight.

Such a world is referred to as the Land Abandoned by the Gods, where no race is willing to reside; in such an environment, even the most resilient and least demanding of creatures, the red炼蚁, struggles to survive