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Scorched earth, with a strict hierarchy.

One's birth determines everything. If you are not born into a large family and still want to make progress, you have to pay a heavy price. Every step requires giving your all.

The former Demon King of the East, that's powerful enough, isn't it?

Exceptionally gifted, with extraordinary talent and ambition, a demon among demons.

But in the initial stages, he also had to lower his head and submit to the family; otherwise, he could not even become an extraordinary being.

Spellbreakers are "high-ranking demons," which sounds impressive.

But just like with instant noodle packaging, the picture is for reference only, and the word "high-level" in "high-level demon" has no real meaning.

After changing jobs to become a Blood Hunter, absorbing the essence of the Demon-Hating Demon, and joining the Iron Guard, the Spellbreaker has worked tirelessly and painstakingly to get to where he is today.

How could that be...?

Trapped by a skeleton and a human?

"snort."

The lawbreaker chuckled, flung his longsword, and vanished from the spot.

The Bloodhunter granted him the ability to stealth, and he went into hiding.

"..."

Now, hesitantly, he became a skeleton archer.

Sieg's instructions to him were exceptionally clear, with only two key points: avoid combat and entangle.

The latter is more important than the former.

At this moment, the Spellbreaker concealed its form, and the ghostly fire in the empty eye sockets of the Skeleton Archer blazed brightly. It shook its head left and right but could not find its target, and immediately lost its composure.

Deep thinking for 0.1 seconds.

They could not betray their master, nor could they go in any other direction; they had to rush to the southeast immediately to reunite with Sieg.

Clang!

The clanging of steel tore through the night. The skeleton archer turned his head and saw a piece of black chain appear out of thin air, tightly binding his right arm.

at the same time.

The Breaker of Laws appeared, his golden eyes gleaming, a savage sneer on his face. He charged forward, clutching the other end of the chain.

He gripped his longsword tightly, swung it in a wide arc, and slashed it straight at the skeleton archer's neck.

The skeleton archer remained fearless in the face of danger.

It held its longbow horizontally, sharp as a needle and a awn, ready to clash with the lawbreaker!

As a longbowman, his strength far surpasses that of an ordinary warrior, making him fearless in close combat. While there might be some difference in skill, brute force is the ultimate weapon.

"Click!"

The long sword swept across, severing the bow and piercing the cervical vertebrae with effortless ease, as if taking a stroll.

The pumpkin-sized skull spun and landed, and the scene of an evenly matched battle that the skeleton archer had imagined did not appear. It crumbled at the first touch!

"Pooh."

The one who broke the law opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Scorched earth, with a strict hierarchy.

In order to join Sera's family, the Spellbreakers voluntarily accept the "Trial of the Grasses," taking special alchemical decoctions and struggling through extreme pain to transform themselves and gain the qualification.

He survived.

The Sera family is ruthless; this time, they are using an unproven new drug in the Herb Trial, which is more potent and can select the strongest "seedling".

Of the thousand trial participants, only the one who broke the spell succeeded; the rest perished.

His heart was malformed, turning into a blood pump operating beyond its limits. The "thump-thump" sound was like a drumbeat, constantly roaring—that was his heartbeat.

The one who breaks the law thus gains terrifying physical abilities, but also suffers from insomnia, only able to fall asleep when he is extremely tired.

Just now.

He broke free from his limitations, unleashing his full physical potential and gaining superhuman strength, defeating the skeleton archer who should have been his equal in one blow!

As for the cost...

Bleeding gums, excruciating internal pain, and bloodshot, crimson eyes that never go out.

"I don't know how much longer this body can hold on... Oh well, it's just a wasted life anyway."

The one who breaks the spell suppresses their heartbeat and restrains their power.

He retrieved the chain and wrapped it around his arm inch by inch, noticing that the rotten ulcer on the black thorns of his elbow had widened considerably.

He took a deep breath and could smell the stench of blood and flesh; his body was collapsing.

The so-called "new drug" was a failure.

He survived the trial of the grass, becoming the sole survivor among a thousand, and was described as a "miracle" in the internal evaluation.

After that, the Sera family's trials reverted to using the old alchemical decoction.

It's not that the mortality rate is too high.

For them, the mortality rate is also important, but not that important.

Scorched earth lacks everything except human lives, and most importantly, medicinal efficacy.

The Breaker's stats are astonishing; his strength and speed far surpass those of previous trial participants. When he unleashes his full power, he even faintly touches the edge of the second tier, making him a veritable god.

but……

This drug has a fatal flaw: it cuts off any possibility of further advancement for the user, preventing them from ever reaching the second stage.

The mortality rate was too high, and the side effects were unacceptable.

The breaker proved that the new drug had huge flaws, and since then, no one has taken it.

He did not receive any additional compensation.

The Sera family kept their promise and provided the Spellbreakers with everything other survivors of the Trials of the Grasses could get, without offering a single word of extra care.

"Let's hurry."

The Breaker strode southeast, following the numerous tracks left by Sig and Xiyou as they fled: "I'm a dying man, so I'll accumulate more merit points for my brothers."

……

……

A marshland of accumulated silt.

The footprints on the ground prove that the two humans escaped here.

The lawbreaker looked up at the blood mist before him.

The jet-black armor materialized, protecting his entire body, and the essence of the Demon-Slaying Demon was automatically activated, protecting him from trace amounts of toxins in the air.

His magical power slowly decreased, and his expression turned serious. He realized that the human male might be more cunning than he had thought!

The Spellbreaker tried to release his mental energy to sense Sig's exact location.

pity.

The blood mist accumulated in the stagnant swamp is a natural barrier that is difficult for spiritual power to penetrate, and there is too much noise to accurately locate it.

What should we do now?

Should we force our way in?

That's probably a bad idea; the blood mist concentration at the edge of the swamp isn't high, and the rate at which magic power decreases is still acceptable.

Once you go deeper, the magic will probably run out in less than five minutes.

Magic resistance is the spellbreaker's trump card. One against two is not unacceptable, but if the opponent has a spellcaster, that's a different story.

Are we just supposed to watch?

The Breaker pondered expressionlessly, extending his mental energy once more to try and pinpoint Sig's approximate location.

As his senses spread, he detected a "high-energy individual" lurking within the blood mist.

He is the leader of the Fire Palace!

The Spellbreaker had a sudden inspiration. He thought, "Could I try to provoke this leader-level monster and force those two humans out?!"

This looks promising!

only--

"Aww!!"

Before any action was taken, a deafening roar suddenly erupted.

The one who broke the law was slightly taken aback. The earth trembled, blood mist surged, and something rushed towards him.

Seems to be……

The leader of the Flint Palace that I just sensed?

……

……

"Aww!!"

A loud and sharp roar resounded throughout.

Xiyou, who was drowsy, was suddenly awakened by the noise. She straightened up and looked suspiciously to her left.

There, blood mist surged.

Turn around! Don't look there!

Sieg spoke seriously, reaching out a hand to pry open Grapefruit's head, forcing her to turn it.

"What's up?"

Grapefruit frowned: "What was that just now?"

Sieg sneered, a hint of smugness in his voice: "He's stepped into a trap! That was just the howl of the master of this swamp, the leader-level monster 'Hunter Skull Maggot.' The Hunter Skull Maggot is very special; it lives in the mud year-round, shrouded in blood mist. Its eyesight has long since deteriorated, and its hearing is also poor. It relies on being perceived to perceive the outside world."

"Being perceived?"

Grapefruit blinked.

Sieg pressed down on the back of her head, preventing her from turning it. He said, "Everyone who looks at the Skull-Hunting Maggot is being looked at by it. Everyone who tries to sense the Skull-Hunting Maggot will be sensed by it."