I am the Holy Poisoner, the Empress advised me to calm down

Wind Walker stared at the blood-red full moon, a flicker of alarm in his eyes. He had never seen anything like it before, and his intuition told him that this wasn't just a natural change, but more like a premonition—something more powerful was awakening.

"No wonder it suddenly went berserk..." Wind Walker murmured in a low voice, his tone mixed with shock and helplessness, "So this is its ultimate trump card."

The young captain heard his mumbling and asked hurriedly, "Senior Wind Walker, do you know anything?"

Wind Walker was silent for a moment, then finally sighed and said, "Its core resonance seems to be connected to some ancient law between heaven and earth. And now, that law has been triggered."

As soon as these words were spoken, the poisonous fog suddenly began to twist, forming countless strange symbols floating in the air, as if they were spells from ancient times.

"What... is that?" The mysterious traveler had returned to the edge of the battlefield at some point, staring up at the runes with a rare serious expression. "If my guess is correct, this thing could be the prelude to the lifting of a seal."

The old wizard beside him suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Quick! Everyone, get out of the way! This is not a power that an ordinary monster can control! Its source is probably beyond our comprehension!"

The soldiers, villagers, and remaining survivors finally realized the severity of the situation and hastily retreated. However, at that moment, a young man, wounded in the leg, was unable to escape in time and was engulfed by the rapidly approaching black, poisonous mist. He screamed in agony, and his body began to decay at a visible rate, until only a skeleton remained!

This scene scared the crowd so much that they screamed and fell into complete panic.

"Damn it!" The young captain gritted her teeth, her face filled with anger yet powerless. "We can't just keep running away, right? There's no hope of victory at all if we keep going like this!"

Wind Walker didn't reply, his gaze fixed firmly on the monster leader. At that moment, its chest cavity opened completely, and a crimson column of energy shot straight into the sky, echoing the distant blood moon. The air around the energy column violently vibrated, and the entire battlefield rumbled and cracked like torn cloth.

Everyone understood that they were witnessing an awakening of existence beyond the limits of human understanding.

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"Are you still planning to stand by and watch?" Wind Walker suddenly turned around and shouted at the mysterious traveler who was still standing in the distance and watching coldly.

The crowd immediately focused their attention on the mysterious traveler, and the discussion suddenly broke out:

"Didn't this guy say he had a solution? Why is he just watching the show?"

"Hmph, that mysterious guy, I don't think he can be of much help!"

But these questions didn't move the mysterious traveler in the slightest. He waved his hand lazily, a half-smile on his face as he said, "Don't expect me to risk others' lives. However... since things have come to this, perhaps I can offer you a suggestion."

After saying this, he drew the gleaming cold dagger from his waist and raised it high. A silver-white rune instantly covered the blade, emitting a strange yet pure aura.

"What kind of weapon is this?" someone exclaimed in a low voice.

"Oh my God, is it a divine weapon?" Another passerby was filled with awe and took a step back involuntarily.

Seeing this, Wind Walker frowned and said in a deep voice, "You mean, we need to use the power of this sword to break the seal, right?"

"Not exactly," the mysterious traveler shook his head, his smile growing wider. "But it's true that only objects of this caliber are qualified to reach the monster's core defenses. Of course, whether you dare to risk your life in the attempt is up to you."

Hearing this, the young captain finally couldn't help herself and rushed over a few steps, shouting, "Shut up! If you really came to help, why don't you just do it yourself? Are you trying to shift the blame to us?"

The mysterious traveler spread his hands and shrugged. "Because I won't die here. And to be honest, even if I tried, I wouldn't be any more sure than this Wind Walker."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Wind Walker.

Faced with such a weighty decision, he remained surprisingly calm. After a moment's deliberation, he extended his hand, fixed the mysterious traveler with a stern gaze, and said coldly, "In that case, I'll lend you my sword. The price will be determined after this mission is over."

The mysterious traveler smiled and handed him the dagger without hesitation. "Here, take it. But remember: if you fail, you will become a victim. There will be no second chance."

The moment he took the dagger, he felt a chill from the blade, which filled Wind Walker with an inexplicable sense of awe. He knew he had no way out.

At that moment, the blood moon in the sky grew increasingly glaring, making even breathing difficult. The old wizard, his face pale, shouted, "We can't delay any longer! The monster's power is nearing saturation. If we can't interrupt this resonance process, it will directly destroy all life within a hundred miles!"

"Everyone listen up! Get away from the core battlefield immediately!" Wind Walker turned and shouted to the remaining crowd, giving the young captain a firm look. "Trust me this time."

"Senior Wind Walker!" Several young warriors couldn't help but tumble to their knees. "You must come back alive! Otherwise, the whole village will be buried with you!"

The young captain nodded vigorously. She took a deep breath and said with a slightly choked voice, "I'll wait for your return! No matter what, please don't give up on yourself so easily."

The crowd held their breath as they watched this legendary hero resolutely step into the death trap. Some sighed, some prayed, and some observed a moment of silence. Everyone knew that what followed would determine their fate.

However, just as Wind Walker stepped into the center of the poisonous fog, he heard the mysterious traveler's last careless whisper from behind:

"Interesting... I want to see how far you can go." The ground beneath Wind Walker's feet began to crumble from the erosion of the poisonous fog. Every step felt like treading on the edge of death. He held the dagger in his hand, the silver-white runes emitting a faint but firm light, forming a sharp contrast with the blood-red world.

"Is this fate?" a young soldier muttered, his voice filled with fear and resentment. "Why does it always take one person to save everyone?"

"Shut up!" the nearby villagers shouted. "What do you know? If it were you, would you dare to stand up to such a monster? Only a few people can become heroes! Stop wasting your time with this nonsense!"