Seeing the dawn in desperation is undoubtedly exciting.

"Everyone!!! Let these evil creatures meet their rightful end!!!!" Nisha pointed her sword at the black-armored knights, furrowing her brows.

After Nisha's words rang out, the adventurers roared in response.

"Damn monsters!!! Give her back to me!!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah!!! Die!! Die!!"

"I don't want it to end here!! You bastard!!!"

The roar can dispel the fear in one's heart, especially when facing a desperate situation, people tend to be more prone to roaring.

The black-armored knights paid no attention to the adventurers' roars.

They seemed to only know how to move forward, without retreating, step by step, in a neat formation.

Facing the aggressive attacks from the adventurers in front of them, the black-armored knights raised their large shields, the great swords in their right hands dragging on the ground, creating sparks.

"Ya!!!" Nisha rushed to the front, and the knight's long sword opened the shield held by a black-armored knight.

The next moment, Nisha deftly stepped back, and countless offensive spells landed on the chest of the black-armored knight.

Every spell forced the black-armored knight to retreat half a step--

In the end, a warrior who had rushed forward beheaded the black-armored knight's head in one strike.

However, even though the head was severed, the black-armored knight's head showed no intention of falling to the ground.

"Ahhhh!!!" The first strike wasn't enough, two strikes were delivered.

Finally, the black-armored knight fell back and could no longer stand up.

The blood flowing from the black-armored knight's body was the same red as a living person's blood--

But it seemed darker and colder than the blood of a living being.

Only six black-armored knights remained, but the number of adventurers still fighting was only dozens.

"Adventurers in the rear! Don't be afraid anymore!! Stand up!!"

"Stand up!!! Take up your weapons to survive!!"

Nisha shouted at the adventurers huddled in the back, numbering over three hundred.

"Fireball!" A girl in a robe tremblingly stood up, gathering courage to raise her staff.

A huge fireball smashed into the black-armored knight but did not harm it in the slightest.

As one person stood up, more people stood up.

Virginia stared in astonishment at the adventurers around her, who had previously been filled with fear just like her.

"Branche... Branche?" Virginia grabbed Branche's clothes.

"Young miss, we must fight." Branche softly said to Virginia.

"..." Virginia remained silent, not standing up, still sitting on the cold brick ground.

"Young miss, don't force yourself." No one understood the girl who had been accompanying them for thirteen years more than Branche.

Virginia grew up in a greenhouse and was never meant to face scenes of blood and fire like this.

"We will win." Branche smiled at Virginia.

Now there were only six black-armored knights left, just one last push was enough.

"We will die." Brey, who had already recovered, stood behind Branche and patted her shoulder.

"If you, a useless fish, don't die... why would I die?" Branche said.

"That's right." Brey removed her hand from Branche's shoulder, then stared at the center of the battle, remaining silent for a long time, seemingly contemplating something.

Brey furrowed her brows tightly, not feeling a fear of death nor the joy of seeing the dawn.

Only confusion remained.

-"What's wrong?"

It wasn't a doubt about whether there would be other monsters after these black-armored knights were defeated.

The adventurers present were not fools and had considered this question.

Brey, who had just healed her injuries, asked various questions to the other adventurers hiding in the back.

This arena was the lowest level, and there was an exit, but it was sealed by a complex magic formation.

There was no setting of other hidden monsters waiting or having to continue through after defeating these monsters.

After using magic to scout the empty arena, apart from possibly overlooking a few scattered monsters, a large gathering of monsters could not go unnoticed.Adventurers believe that once the Black Armored Knight is dealt with, they can slowly consider their next move.

-"Everyone has been transported here..."

-"No one has been left out."

-"What is the purpose of all this..."

It is impossible for them to be trying to kill those who invade the ruins, as Brandy has said, it is too foolish.

"Why are you sitting here alone?" Brandy frowned and glanced at Brey.

Brey has been absentminded since a while ago.

"You will be killed if you continue like this." Brandy's tone was inexplicably gentle.

But now Brey doesn't have the energy to pay attention to these things.

-"Alone..."

-"If, in the beginning, it was to capture something..."

-"To catch something escaping, and then kill it."

-"And a lone presence is easily overlooked..."

Brey suddenly had a realization, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

As if to confirm Brey's thoughts, a dark figure slowly approached from a far distance.

Accompanied by the jarring sound of metal friction.

Sparks occasionally flew up in the distance, illuminating the figure of the newcomer.

Nessa glanced at the person, filled with doubt.

"Who are you! If you are adventurers, answer!" Nessa shouted, continuing to attack the Black Armored Knight with her knight's longsword in hand.

But the newcomer did not answer.

That person just continued to approach, gradually entering the sight of everyone.

A faint blue fire shone on the newcomer's pitch-black armor.

The hearts of all the adventurers skipped a beat.

Is it the overlooked Black Armored Knight? If so, things would be bad.

The powerful Black Armored Knight was terrifying in its individual strength, and if there was even one more, the casualties among the adventurers would be even more severe.

The other adventurers probably only felt slightly annoyed, but Brey felt fear.

Brey observed more carefully than the others—

While the armor was also pitch-black, its design was more refined, with sharp edges and a wild shape, all indicating the power of the armor.

Silver light shone along the patterns on the armor, giving off a different radiance from the faint blue ghost fire.

The newcomer did not wield a large sword and shield, but instead, held two large swords.

Each of the swords was nearly as tall as a person, and the description of them being made of iron would not be an exaggeration; they were clearly extremely heavy weapons.

However, each of these two large swords was firmly held in one hand by the swordswoman, who was entirely dressed in black.

-A black swordswoman, wielding two large swords, stepped on the bodies of countless Angels, Demons, and Aquatics, raising her weapons high.

-The surrounding crowd cheered, even the sun broke through the clouds and shone upon this black swordsman.

-She killed the Bronze Kind that viewed the Iron Kind as ants and saved countless oppressed people.

-She was truly like a hero.

This was the content of the mural, something many people were unable to decipher due to their lack of knowledge about the world's secrets.

Only now did Brey realize that the patterns carved on the pillars were identical to the story depicted on the stone wall.

And the hero from the mural now stood before everyone.

From the very beginning, the target the stone bricks wanted to teleport was just one.

That was this black swordsman.