I'm not a goblin Frankenstein's monster.

The black elite ghoul suddenly turned its head, its murky eyes contracting in the darkness.

First, a striking blue shadow flashed across my vision—an empty wine bottle, with a few traces of blue crystalline residue still remaining on its surface.

The wine bottle reflected a cold light in the dim light as it spun and fell.

Immediately afterwards, a huge shadow fell.

It was a shadowy raven with broad wings, its feathers as if soaked in the deepest night, its flight carrying an ominous rhythm.

It let out a high-pitched, piercing cry, like the scraping of rusted iron, and then landed precisely on the shoulder of the human falling from the sky.

The Shadow Raven folded its wings, its dark eyes coldly locking onto the ghoul.

At that moment, the black elite ghoul's consciousness, corrupted by darkness and retaining only its demonic instincts, suddenly sounded the sharpest alarm.

Black feathers and a silhouette seem to combine to form a clear symbol in its simple thinking.

death!

A bone-chilling coldness crept up along my stiff spine.

It wanted to move, to dodge, but the murderous intent coming from above was like an invisible shackle, making its body move sluggishly.

The next second, the humans in the air stopped climbing and began to fall.

He gripped the longsword tightly with both hands, its blade gleaming like a cold star in the dim sunlight, pointing straight at his neck.

Danger!

Deadly danger!

The chill emanating from the sword's edge made it feel the coldness of death for the first time.

The most primal instinct of living beings is to scream wildly!

Get out of the way! You'll be killed!

Just then—

"Awooo—!!!"

A sharp, piercing roar, brimming with spiritual power, erupted from the shadows.

It's that lurking demon! It's made its move!

They were saved! The ghoul almost relaxed.

The human being was struck by this soul-piercing howl while in mid-air...

However, its wishful thinking came to an abrupt end.

Because it saw that the human figure in the air only trembled slightly, and the trajectory of the fall and the posture of holding the sword were not disordered in the slightest!

Those eyes, even through the swirling wind of my fall, remained coldly fixed on me.

The howls of the demons grew more agitated and shrill, the sound waves almost materializing, but all of this seemed to become background noise in the face of humanity's decisive strike.

Why?!

The sword tip drew ever closer in its rapidly dilating pupils.

I knew you guys would pull this!

Xia Lin snorted coldly in his heart.

The instant he dropped his luggage and took a running start, he had already grabbed the blue bottle containing "Blue Nightmare" in his hand.

As he glided and swooped down, the airflow brushed against his cheeks. He bit open the cork, tilted his head back, and poured the blue liquid from the bottle into his mouth.

The cool liquor slid down my throat, initially with a strange, fruity aroma, then quickly transformed into a gentle yet firm warm current that surged into my limbs and bones.

A cool sensation rushed to the top of my head, as if my spirit was covered with an invisible crystal armor.

Between the lips and teeth, a trace of the unique sweet aftertaste of moon tears lingers, which, mixed with the adrenaline brought on by the crisis, makes the taste of this wine even more mellow and charming on the verge of life and death.

Almost at the same moment the wine entered their stomachs and a warm current rose, the demon's terrifying howl, containing a spiritual shock, struck like an invisible giant hammer!

A slight buzzing and dizziness came from deep within my mind, as if I had been punched through cotton.

However, the effects of "Blue Nightmare" arrived as expected. The cool, soothing power steadily protected his core consciousness, dissolving most of the chaos and fear ripples into nothingness.

The vision blurred for only a moment before sharpening again like a knife.

The demons' roars grew louder and more rapid, attempting to exert even greater pressure.

He swallowed the last bit of saliva in his mouth, a mixture of the aroma of wine and the taste of rust, his eyes remaining as sharp as ever.

His hands remained firmly gripping the sword hilt as if cast in iron. All his strength, the momentum of his fall, and even the cold, burning rage within him for the sacrifice of his comrades, were poured into the tip of the sword.

His target remained unchanged: the dark blue-black muscles on the other person's neck, exposed by the turn of their head.

Plunging rapidly, the wind howls!

It's now!

"Pfft—!"

The dull thud of sharp weapons cutting through tough flesh and piercing bones sounded exceptionally clear and cruel against the backdrop of increasingly mournful screams from demons and ghosts.

Xia Lin's entire weight, plus all the kinetic energy from his fall, was transmitted through the sword.

The veteran's longsword, its sharp tip reinforced with meteorite iron, pierced the relatively fragile skin on the ghoul's neck without any resistance.

The cold metal felt the resistance from the tissues beneath—tough muscles, slippery blood vessels, and hard cervical vertebrae…

The sword's edge pressed forward resolutely, cutting and piercing through!

The immense impact slammed Xia Lin onto the ghoul's massive, stiff, backward-leaning body, the bones clashing with a dull thud.

The longsword, until the hilt was gone.

"Pfft—!"

The ghoul finally tasted... not the sweetness of its prey's blood, but its own cold, viscous blood.

The metallic taste, mixed with the rusty smell of life force torn apart by violence, surged up in my throat.

The ghoul made a hissing sound as it breathed out of its throat, and the fierce light in its scarlet pupils dimmed rapidly, swallowed by a deeper, incomprehensible fear and despair.

At the same time, Xia Lin swallowed the last bit of saliva mixed with blue liquid between his lips and teeth.

The cool aftertaste slid down my throat, the initial fruity and woody fragrance long since dissipated, leaving only the unique, crisp sweetness of the moonflower, lingering in delicate strands...

This extremely dangerous battle made the taste of this last bite of "Blue Nightmare" seem exceptionally clear and lingering.

So sweet! ×2

Two completely different consciousnesses, at the moment of life's intersection and end, simultaneously experienced similar sentiments.

The black elite ghoul crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of mud.

Xia Lin, panting, drew his sword and retreated, warily looking in the direction from which the howls of demons and ghosts were coming.

The footsteps drew closer quickly; the druid and the orc had finally arrived.

The orc Garu looked at the old priest Far, whose face was pale but whose breathing was steady. Seeing that he was unharmed, his tense and ferocious face relaxed slightly.

He nodded emphatically to Xia Lin, his voice low and crisp: "Thanks!"

The druid frowned, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground, his eyes filled with questions, but now was clearly not the time to investigate.

He said urgently, "The demon behind it all hasn't shown itself yet! It's still controlling these ghouls from the shadows!"

Everyone looked around, and their hearts sank.

In the dark woods, shadowy figures and unsettling rustling and growling came from all directions.

In the dim light of the forest, one can see more terrifying ghouls staggering out of the shadows, seemingly endless.

Clearly, the demons lurking in the shadows are continually calling upon their servants.

The old pastor, Far, straightened up, leaning on his staff, his voice serious and weary: "We must find that demon and destroy it completely."

Otherwise, even if we temporarily repel these ghouls, they will escape and continue to wreak havoc elsewhere, threatening the town.