Lightning flies over the Hidden Forest.

In her eyes, the world seemed to be getting smaller. As far as the eye can see, the details are hidden, leaving only the colors of the pieces. The brown is the earth, the gray is the mountains, the green is the forest, and the blue is the river.

And green occupies the vast majority of the field of vision.

Unlike the bright and vivid grass green of the fields in the border towns, the greenery here is a mixture of gray and black, deep and intense. Whether it is to the west or to the north, there is no end to this dark green in sight. If you look at it for a long time, you will feel like it is falling, and the lightning will have to look up at the sky every once in a while to dispel the growing sense of restraint.

Behind him, the gray clouds pressed low, obscuring the peaks of the desperate mountains and shrouding the border town in rain and mist.

She was now in the Hidden Forest looking for the ruins of four hundred and fifty years ago, and it was undoubtedly a great expedition. Half a month ago, when she heard the task that Roland gave her, Lightning immediately patted her chest and agreed. Unlike Hakala, the snake demon master who held on to the ancient books, His Royal Highness Roland repeatedly explained that this drawing could only be used for reference, and told him to pay attention to safety, and it didn't matter if he couldn't find it. This made the little girl very happy.

She knew that His Highness was right, even a castle, after more than four hundred years, would be devoured by the plants growing everywhere and gradually turn into a pile of dust. But she still wanted to find this place—to determine the position of the six-pointed star, which was to determine the location of the holy city of Tachira. Lightning, who had heard the ins and outs of the matter, naturally understood what Taqira meant.

There, she may well help His Royal Highness discover the true cause of the Church's concealment of war with the Devil.

It's so much more exciting than my father taking him on his own voyage!

Lightning draws a square of parchment paper with grids of equal distance according to the method of making nautical charts, and then simply calculates the contents of the grids based on the distance he has traveled over a period of time. By the time the grid is filled, the area will be almost searched.

Now she's halfway there.

The rain clouds behind her approached faster than lightning had imagined, and the little girl could even faintly hear the thunder rolling in the clouds, and she lowered her height and swept towards the forest below.

At this moment, a gray-white shadow flashed in the corner of his eye.

Stunned, she pulled herself to a halt, suspended in the air, and glanced back at the area she had just passed.

Nothing was found.

Is it an illusion? Lightning thought about it and decided to fly the area again.

This time, she pressed the height even lower, and the forest was no longer a whole green patch of mottled trunks, branched branches, and leaves of different shapes...... The details are detached from the color block and return to the eye of the lightning again.

After dozens of breaths, she suddenly saw a small half of a white stone tower under the layers of branches. The top of the stone tower was completely slashed off, causing the tower to be obscured by the woods, making it difficult to spot when in the sky. If it weren't for the rain clouds, she probably missed out.

Lightning's heart was beating violently, could this be the location of the ruins represented on the map?

She circled around the stone tower, didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, and decided to get a closer look.

After landing on the ground, the little girl realized that it was not appropriate to say that it was a white stone tower.

Its surface was covered in vines and moss, and had turned gray-green when viewed closely. The tower is slightly tilted, as if it has been struck by some huge force, and there are scattered stones all around, similar in material and color to the stone tower, which should come from the broken top of the tower, and the larger ones can still be seen, and the smaller ones are estimated to have been buried in weeds and dirt. The whole stone tower is quite large, and the area at the bottom of the tower is equivalent to the castle of His Royal Highness Roland. Artifacts like this are usually left in the basement.

It stands to reason that at this point she should have recorded the location of the ruins, and then returned to the border town.

The stories of adventure in her brain were also reminding her that it was not a good choice to break into a ruin that had been dormant for hundreds of years, and that the mere rotten gas enclosed in the ground could kill her.

But Lightning found that she couldn't move at all, and curiosity kept nagging in her ear: "Just go in and take a look, just take a look." She looked up at the sky, and the sky had become gloomy and dark, and it was clear that a heavy rain was coming.

Well, she told herself, it would be uncomfortable to fly when it rained, and she would go to the tower to hide from the rain and take a look. If you find a basement, don't go in alone.

After thinking about it, Lightning obeyed his unquenchable curiosity, walked to the entrance of the vine-covered area, pulled a knife from his waist, cleared a small hole for himself to walk through, and climbed in. The wooden door panel had long since corroded, and she made her way into the tower.

Since the top is removed, you don't need a torch to see it clearly. The lightning went around the base of the tower and found nothing. Apparently exposed objects and traces have been erased by time, leaving nothing above ground except for the crumbling partition wall. She also found a step-by-step hole in the wall, which was supposed to house the staircase, which itself had disappeared.

The passage to the basement is prominent, just southwest of the ground floor, directly opposite the entrance to the stone tower. Lightning suspects that if you go in this direction towards the Savage Lands, you will find the holy city of Tachira, which is recorded in ancient books.

At that moment, tiny rains fell from the sky and dripped on the nose of the lightning. She walked slowly into the passage that stretched underground, and when she turned a corner, a wooden door appeared in front of her. Although not completely corroded, it appears to be in tatters, and will fall apart at the slightest touch.

Soon, the light rain outside turned into a downpour, and the crackling sound of the rain hitting the ground gradually became inseparable. There was no rain in this place, but the water quickly flowed down the stone steps. In order to avoid getting his shoes wet, Lightning lifted his feet off the ground and slowly floated.

Suddenly, she faintly heard a shout, mixed with the sound of rain, almost indistinguishable.

The sound made her hair stand on end, and the little girl looked around in panic, and there was nothing in the narrow aisle except a few scattered dead vines. Taking advantage of the faint light coming in from outside, she opened her fanny pack and took out a portable torch and flint from it, intending to light a fire to examine it closely.

At this moment, the shouting sounded again, this time as if it came from the wooden door behind her. Lightning couldn't help but shake and quickly turned around. The torch fell to the ground with a splash.

This time the voice seemed much clearer, and she vaguely recognized that it was a woman's voice.

Is there someone in the basement? This thought made a cold sweat break out on her back, how is this possible! The stone pagoda is supposed to be a relic left over 400 years ago, and it is located in the depths of the Hidden Forest, who else can get here but herself?

"Help Me ......"

When the third sound sounded, it was already very clear, the sound was indeed coming from behind the wooden door, and it sounded like a cry for help. Lightning swallowed, carefully resting his hand on the door and giving it a gentle push. The wet, slippery wooden door toppled backwards, slamming into the ground with a muffled thud.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her!

Lightning felt the blood all over her body coagulate, and the appearance of the figure was the devil in Zoroya's painting! In the dim light, the devil seemed to be watching her, and her huge body leaned forward slightly, holding an axe in a big hand with only three fingers, and the axe was refracted with dark red bloodstains. In an instant, all the bloody images of these brutal men killing the Mutual Aid sisters came to mind.

"Ahh

The lightning bolt didn't notice that the flint slammed into the devil's chest with a crisp crashing sound. A small crack appeared in the place where it was hit, and then quickly spread until it spread all over the body. The devil's body crumbled and shattered in these more and more cracks, turning into puffs of white dust that disappeared with the wind. (To be continued.) )