Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The unique mountains of the capital city of Carter blocked the migration of demons from the ground.

But it couldn't stop the sky demons from flying.

Lin Gui raised his head and looked up at the sky.

A dark shadow swept past below the clouds.

One, two, ten, a hundred.

Dense and numerous, like a moving dark cloud.

Those are sky demons.

There are enormous winged demons with wingspans exceeding ten meters, whose wings flapping create a whirlwind.

There were long, thin, bat-like night demons hanging upside down on the edge of the clouds.

There was a dragon-shaped demon covered in black scales, and when it opened its mouth, you could see countless sharp teeth inside.

They flew over the capital of Carter.

There was no stopping.

There was no dive.

It just flew by.

Heading in the same direction.

Withered Rift Valley.

That is the center of the Kuroshio Current.

It is the place where demigods and demons awaken.

Those demons had no desire to kill in their eyes, only empty, manipulated obedience.

Like puppets, they are drawn together by some higher-level being, converging in that direction.

Lin Gui stared at the dark figures, his pupils contracting slightly.

That was a torrent of demons numbering in the tens of millions.

Even if it just flies overhead, the oppressive feeling is enough to suffocate you.

Elvia stood beside him, her face pale.

Her hands gripped Lin Gui's sleeve tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Lin Gui took a deep breath and looked away.

Now is not the time to admire the scenery.

He looked at Carlyle.

"Let's begin."

Carlyle nodded.

The assassins behind him moved.

Those covered in blood silently walked towards the crowd.

They took the letters one by one, opened the pages, and quickly scanned the contents.

Some letters were quickly returned, and the assassin nodded, indicating that they could pass.

Some letters were held in the assassin's hand; he would look at the sender, ask a few questions, and then return them.

A few letters were taken directly by the assassin, who then brandished his blade at the man.

The sender turned pale, but dared not say anything before being taken away.

Lin Gui knew that those letters must have contained things that shouldn't have been written.

About Katalia.

About Warren.

About that Crimson Knight.

About everything they shouldn't know.

But most people are just there to deliver mail.

They just wanted to send one last letter to their loved ones far away.

Lin Gui began receiving letters.

Elvia stood beside him and helped him tidy up.

One letter, two letters, ten letters, a hundred letters.

Letters were handed out like snowflakes from the crowd.

Lin Gui scanned the destinations of the letters.

Then, his brows furrowed even more deeply.

The addresses on the letters are too scattered.

New Testament City, Karan City, White Gull Port, Silver Dome City, Blackwood Town, Wind-Eroded Town, Flowerwood City...

Throughout the entire border region, there are a total of forty-nine city-states, large and small, that are recorded.

Everything is included.

And all of these city-states were within the radiation range of the Black Tide.

The image of the messenger Luo Tu flashed through Lin Gui's mind.

It begins in the Withered Rift and ends in the Fortified Shield.

Its diameter almost covers the entire border region.

It also extends to the southern part of the Blackwater Corridor in the northwest.

It extends to the southern part of the Greywood Tundra to the north.

It extends to a portion of the boundless desert to the east.

The area affected by this Kuroshio Current is enormous.

It was much bigger than Lin Gui had anticipated.

And the destination of these letters, once he actually gets there...

Let alone people.

He couldn't even find the remains; all that was left were rubble and debris.

Fortunately, there were a few merchants and a few slaves who had been sold to the capital of Carter.

Their letters were sent to destinations outside the Kuroshio radiation zone.

Some were in the central city-states, some in the coastal city-states, and some even in the far north.

The bad news is that those destinations are very far away.

It's farther than the route to Dawn City.

But their existence gave Lin Gui hope of completing the system's mission.

A 1% acceptance rate.

As long as he can deliver those letters, that should be enough.

Lin Gui continued receiving letters.

The crowd is growing.

At first, it was just the people on the street.

Then, people came out of the alley.

Then, people from even further streets came running.

Lin Gui saw the look in those people's eyes.

fear.

A deep fear.

They were trembling as they looked at Carlyle.

Their faces turned deathly pale when they looked at the assassins.

But they still came.

They came at the risk of being killed, captured, or disposed of as "someone who knows too much".

Because they know this might really be their last chance.

A cook wearing a tattered apron handed the letter to Lin Gui, his hands trembling violently.

He glanced at Carlyle standing not far away, then quickly lowered his head again.

"Master..."

His voice was very low.

"Will this letter... be delivered?"

Lin Gui looked at him.

I tried my best.

The chef nodded, then turned and ran.

They disappeared into the crowd.

A woman holding a child stuffed the letter into Lin Gui's hand.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't cry.

He just kept staring at Lin Gui.

"Master, I heard that you only charge seven copper coins for delivering messages."

She took out seven copper coins from her bosom and carefully placed them in Lin Gui's hand.

The copper coin was still warm.

"This is mine."

"thank you."

She took the child and left.

A gaunt old man, leaning on a cane, walked unsteadily to Lin Gui.

His letter was very thin, consisting of only one sheet of paper.

"Master."

His voice was hoarse.

"For my son."

"He is in Huamu City."

"If...if he were still alive."

Lin Gui took the letter.

The old man nodded, turned and left.

They walked very slowly.

But his back is very straight.

More and more people emerged from their locked doors.

They gathered in the direction of the forest ghost.

Lin Gui received more and more letters.

Two hundred letters.

Three hundred letters.

Four hundred letters.

His hands were almost constantly moving.

Elvia helped him sort the items, roughly dividing them into several piles according to their destinations.

The review process for those assassins also sped up.

At first, they carefully read each letter.

Later on, he would just glance at it and nod.

Because most of the letters really just contained ordinary longing.

These were his last words and instructions to his family.

There were no secrets in those letters.

Only tears.

The sun began to set in the west.

Lin Gui raised his head and glanced at the sky.

Then, he took a deep breath and said loudly:

"I have to set off when the sun goes down."

"Everyone, please hurry."

"The later I set off, the more likely I am to be swallowed up by the Kuroshio Current."

"So everyone, please hurry up."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Then, the speed of mail delivery became even faster.

Only when the last rays of the sun faded did the last old man hand the letter to Lin Gui.

He was an old man with gray hair, wearing a faded coarse cloth robe, his back was severely hunched, and he walked with a shaky gait.

He held a wooden cross in his hand, with simple patterns carved on it, which had been rubbed smooth and shiny.

The old man handed the letter to Lin Gui.

Then he raised the cross and held it to his forehead.

Close your eyes.

"Goddess of Light"

His voice was hoarse, but very devout.

"Please protect this monk who delivered the message."

"Protect him in the wilderness."

"To protect him from being harmed by demons."

"Protect him so he can leave this hell alive."

Even if... even if our letter cannot be delivered.

"Please also bless him to live."

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Lin Gui.

There were tears glistening in those cloudy eyes.

"Master, have a safe journey."

Lin Gui looked at him.

There was a moment of silence.

Then he nodded.

"Thanks."

He turned around.

With a wave of his hand, the wooden crates filled with letters behind him floated gently up.

They hovered around him like loyal followers.

Lin Gui reached out and pulled Elvia up.

The two sat on the staff.

It slowly rose into the air.

Below, a dense crowd looked up at them.

No one speaks.

Only countless eyes shimmered faintly in the twilight.

Lin Gui glanced down at them.

Then, he looked away.

The staff accelerates.

It flew towards the distance.

Behind them, the capital city of Carter, surrounded by mountains, gradually shrank.

As dusk fell, those still standing on the street became tiny black dots.

It eventually disappeared from sight.