The game has become a real alternate world

Exposed are heaps of raw white bones.

No one knows when.

Within the Goblin camp, a group of figures appeared.

They were clad in blood-colored armor, adorned with decorations made from bone and sharp teeth.

Indeed, they were a group of Blood Race Knights.

They stood silently among the heaps of bones, watching intently.

Until an inexplicable giant bone hand emerged from the array below.

This gigantic bone hand crushed the mountain-like piles of skulls into powder, opening its palm like a chair.

Within the bone powder, blood twisted, as the surrounding Blood Race Knights began to control the blood within their bodies, directing it to the palm.

Blood and bone powder fused together.

Transforming into strands of thread, as if expertly woven by a skilled artisan.

A blood-red figure, over two meters tall, gradually solidified through the weaving.

The blood-red figure's limbs were unnaturally robust.

Behind it, a pair of giant bat-like tattered wings unfolded.

Yet, the ritual seemed to stall at that moment, the blood-red figure ceasing in its transformation.

It appeared to be merely a shape formed from a mass of blood, unable to become more real.

The blood-red figure didn't seem surprised, raising its hand and beckoning ahead.

The leading Blood Race Knight swiftly approached, kneeling on one knee.

Offering a finely fragmented gemstone in hand.

A shard of the Stone of Creation.

The blood-red figure delicately pinched the shard between two fingers and swallowed it.

As the shard entered its body, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

The figure instantly shed its blood hue, revealing a complete flesh body.

"Ah... foul air, delicious souls, lambs awaiting slaughter.

Ha hahaha! A perfect world!"

After uttering these words, it looked towards the peak.

"And... damned dwarfs."

"Divine Apostle, we welcome your descent!"

The Blood Race Knight Captain, along with his soldiers, knelt on one knee to welcome this giant, demon-like creature.

"Hahaha, my faithful disciples, your deeds shall be rewarded!"

The giant demon laughed wildly, waving his hand.

Something resembling blood was scattered, dividing into several parts and entering the bodies of the surrounding knights.

"Ahhhhh!"

With the infusion of blood, the knights immediately screamed, kneeling to the ground.

They clutched their bodies in mad trembling and rolling, as if something within them was trying to break free.

"Rip!"

It sounded like something being torn apart.

Behind the Blood Knights, two large openings tore open, urgently birthing bat wings.

Unlike Martin's orthodox Blood Race Knight bat wings, these wings differed greatly.

This group of Blood Knights had bat wings of a vivid orange-red, their wing frames more robust than typical bat's, appearing wilder.

A pair of demon horns also sprouted from their heads, growing upwards and curving.

Their mouths filled with sharp teeth, and their previously cloudy humanoid pupils transformed into eerie dual pupils.

"Power, oh master! Praise be your grace!"

The Blood Race Knights knelt once more, voices trembling.

"Come, let us begin, battle to please my father!" The demon-like creature raised both arms, from which wild war axes had somehow appeared.

...

"Huh?"

Lurik seemed to sense something, looking far from the Gray Tower, furrowing his brow.

"What is this? A premonition, by whom?"

Lurik seemed to have a feeling, yet couldn't pinpoint its origin.

In a moment of realization, he closed his eyes.

The prophecy began.

Blood, battle cries, screams.

The shadows of heads, fallen bodies.

These were? These were... Dwarfs!

Lurik abruptly opened his eyes, witnessing a very unpleasant forewarning.

None of the prophecies he sees are good, yet they intertwine.

It's as if the world is warning him, an imminent crisis.

"What kind of disaster prompts such a warning from the world?"

Lurik couldn't comprehend it.

A year ago, when the Rotting Monarch was enacting lethal plots against them, he hadn't even a hint of foresight.

Even in such circumstances, the world didn't alert them to crisis, and neither did he perceive such ominous premonitions.

Yet now, in this moment, the prophecy arrives.

Coupled with the scene and sound he foresaw.

Both blending, as if a lethal crisis were pressing down from the sky.

Lurik was deeply uneasy.

He took a deep breath, preparing to conduct another prophecy.

The door was knocked.

Even before he could open it, it was swung open, revealing the panting Eric who promptly knelt halfway.

"Eric? What's happened?"

Lurik furrowed his brow; his ominous premonition suggested Eric's appearance wasn't for trivial matters.

Eric nodded frantically: "During a reconnaissance, while clearing out Goblins, we witnessed a very disturbing scene.

All Goblins skinned and hung upside down on trees, their heads severed and piled into a mountain, with ritual traces.

It's dangerous, possibly the work of human-sized lunatics.

Just behind the mountains, extremely perilous, I sensed... sensed like last time."

Lurik's eyes widened.

Blood, severed heads.

It seemed to match his foresight.

"Calm down and explain in detail!"

...

"Relax! Alright, everyone ready?" Kana asked loudly.

Those behind them nodded.

This could be considered a sizable team; if considering strength, it would definitely count as an elite force.

"Then, set off! Target: Gray Furnace Castle!"