Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

After day and night passed.

The next morning.

Knight Lost saw the familiar Glory Sand.

When he saw the signal, he did not hesitate to turn around and return. Although his father, Viscount Samuel, was only a noble from the countryside and was far from comparable to the important figures in the capital in his eyes, he still had the decisiveness and talent that an outstanding noble should have.

Her father knew that capturing Princess Tina to report was the most important mission of the Goode family.

It was precisely because of this that something huge must have happened when this signal was used.

After a short hesitation, Knight Lost decided to return.

Although the Eldest Prince's mission was more important… that was his home after all.

He traveled all the way to his hometown.

From afar, Lost saw sparse black smoke floating in the direction of the manor as if it was the last note of the end of a calamity. The usually noisy and bustling Glory Sand Town was unprecedentedly cold. The previously flat and clean street was filled with messy gravel and fragments. Many roofs had been blown away. Now, he could see people carrying bags and driving carts fleeing from the town.

His expression instantly froze.

His heart was clenched tightly.

What was going on? Had the elves attacked? Or had Goethe's reinforcements arrived? Why was this happening? What had happened to Glory Sand? How were Father and the others?

His usual arrogant and indifferent expression was no longer there. No matter how deep-minded and high-and-mighty a person was, after suddenly seeing the dilapidated and cold scene of his hometown, they could not maintain their so-called shrewdness.

Lost drew his sword, left the exhausted horse where it was, and strode into the town.

"You! Stop!"

He intercepted a few townspeople who were about to leave and grabbed his collar, shouting, "What happened? How did the town become like this?! Where's the viscount?"

The townsman recognized him and said in fear, "Knight… Lord Knight, bad news. It's a demon. He used an evil spell to cruelly kill many people and summoned hellfire to destroy the lord's manor. We have to escape. If we don't escape, we'll be captured and tortured to death by him!"

Lost's heart sank and he said sternly, "Nonsense! What demon! What hellfire! If the demons of the Sulfur Purgatory come out, will your lives still be intact?"

The townsman's knowledge was limited and he did not even know what the Sulfur Purgatory was. He stammered, "Lord, Lord, it's really a demon. Only a demon can be so cruel. Also, that magic. If you don't believe me, you can go take a look yourself. The fire burned for a day and night!"

Although that was what the other party said, Lost could tell that other than fear and reverence, there was also an indescribable sense of pleasure… or rather, gloating.

That gaze shocked and terrified him. He did not dare to think deeper.

This d*mned lowly commoner!

With a flash of blood, the townsman was beheaded. Lost said in a dark voice, "You're the subjects of the Goode family. How dare you abandon the lord and escape? You deserve to die!"

The people who passed with him cried out in fear and fled in all directions. Lost's sword light danced as he chased and killed. A moment later, he killed everyone.

Then, he strode towards the Glory Sand Manor.

What he saw along the way made his heart sink.

The bustling town became desolate. There were no longer any pedestrians on the streets. The dock on the distant shore had already become ruins. The people who lived here and the people who stopped here had already fled completely. All of this had only taken two days… and everything had changed.

What had happened?

He held his sword and walked faster, a bad feeling growing in his heart.

With his usual arrogance and horizons, he did not bother to lower himself to the level of a lowly commoner. He would feel that it was dirty to kill him. However, just now, he had waved his sword and slashed and killed. Not only was it because of the rudeness and detest in the depths of the other party's eyes, but more importantly, fear spread in his heart.

He had to do something to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

After walking this path, he arrived at the center of the town and turned to walk along the north road, which was the road to the Glory Sand Manor. After turning in that direction, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

At the intersection in front, there were rows of heads.

It was stacked high.

His body trembled as he rushed forward in shock and fear to identify the victims. He was afraid of finding the heads of his father and the others inside.

However, in the next moment, he heaved a sigh of relief.

"Stonewall Jonathan…"

He recognized the identity of the head above. A ferocious face covered in scars was filled with endless fear, pleading, and despair. He must have experienced great fear before he died.

This person was the leader of the most troublesome bandit group in this area.

"D*mn bandits, they actually dare to take advantage of the situation…"

Lost was slightly relieved, then he sneered and cut open the head with his sword. It was obvious that Glory Sand must have encountered a huge change, causing the commoners to escape in panic and the bandits to take advantage of the situation. However, the lives of these bandits would forever remain here. In other words…

"Father and the others are fine. They even have the strength to eliminate the bandits…"

When he thought of this, the worry in his heart lessened greatly, so he perked up and continued forward.

He walked all the way to the manor.

No, there was no longer a manor.

Lost looked indifferently at everything in front of him.

Two days ago, he had once arrogantly questioned Kang De here and indifferently despised him. He calmly gave the order to surround him and looked down at everything under his feet like a high and mighty star.

Now, he could only look at the ruins of his home and the result of the destruction of the long-standing Goode family. The wall had collapsed, and the lawn had burned away. Those beautiful buildings had already become ruins. The entire manor was devastated. The ground was strangely flat and scattered as if an unstoppable force had erupted from the center and pushed everything around it in all directions.

The ground was filled with corpses.

Corpses that were fused into the ground by the burning flames.

Corpses that had been charred and deformed by the violent flames.

Corpses that suffocated from the turbid and hot air.

Corpses were everywhere, and people were everywhere. Knights, soldiers, nobles, and commoners. At this moment, everyone's fate was the same. It did not have to do with status or strength. In the face of death, all living beings were equal.

Lost stood where he was, feeling cold all over.

His mind was blank.

Mage.

Only a Mage could do all this.

Moreover, only a very, very powerful mage could do all this!

D*mn it! When did the Goode family provoke such a powerful enemy?! Who was he?!

Despair and anger enveloped Lost's heart.

Immediately after, he saw something.

It was some things standing in the ruins. The impactful scene earlier shocked Lost's mind, preventing him from distinguishing the details in the ruins. Now, he saw it.

In the ruins stood a few wooden stakes.

There were people tied up on it.

One of them was…

"Father!"

Lost shouted at the top of his lungs. The proud young master's mask was completely torn. He could no longer look down at the ground proudly and could only scramble towards the wooden stake.

Immediately after, a lone wolf-like howl sounded.

"Lynch!"

His eyes were bloodshot and almost crazy. What was tied to this wooden stake was his father, his lackeys, and the knights of the castle. They were all dead, his family, his home, and everything.

His… entire world crumbled.

However, a soft moan entered his ears.

To the current Lost, this voice was not stingy with the loudest thunder.

He suddenly looked up and saw the survivor on the other side. It was her sister. Her eyes were tied, her mouth was tied, and her body was tied tightly. She could only twist slightly and make small sounds.

A light shone into Lost's world.

He did not like his sister very much. It was better to say that he did not care. Although she had some talent, her personality was very twisted and petty. In the future, she could only casually marry into a family that was compatible with Glory Sand and could not bring him any help. After all, he wanted to follow the Eldest Prince.

That was all.

He did not mind.

They were only ordinary siblings and did not have any strong attachments.

However, now, he was infinitely touched and emotional. He recalled the times when the siblings played together when they were young. At that time, everyone was very pure and clean. They could be happy for an entire day for small matters and not speak for an entire day for small squabbles… However, the next day, everything would be as usual.

He had never loved and yearned for his family so much.

Lost rushed forward and drew his sword to cut the rope. He caught his sister in his arms. He took off her blindfold and untied the rope she was talking about. He looked at her complexion. She was fine. Although she was terrified, her face was not pale, and her breath was not weak. There was no sign of blood loss, no sign of torture, and she was not injured. This was fine. Very good, very good. Even if it was only one person, even if…

—Eh, what's tied to her back? Why does it feel hard?

Hannah also saw her brother.

His eyes were filled with extreme fear and tears.

She shouted, "Brother! I'm tied to a bomb. Hurry up and help…"

Lost had indeed heard this.

Although he did not know what a bomb was, when he saw his sister's frightened and surprised expression, he roughly understood what the so-called bomb was.

In an instant, he felt an extremely dangerous approach. In an instant, his battle aura surged. Lost shook his arms and threw Hannah far into the air.

Hannah felt her body fly into the air. Before she could say the second half, she finally realized what had happened. She reached out as if to grab Lost's hand, but it was already too far. The rest of the sentence turned into endless screams of despair and fear.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Then, flames flashed.

An intense flash and roar exploded behind Hannah. The powerful impact directly exploded her body into two and shattered into pieces. Blood rain and fragments whistled down.

Immediately after, a huge explosion erupted from the ground.

The moment he threw Hannah out, Lost used his Battle Aura Boost and quickly retreated. A terrifying power rose from the ground. The powerful shock wave shook the powerful combat aura, injured his body, and shook his flesh, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and twist his left arm irregularly.

However, he ultimately escaped the most powerful explosion range.

He was blown to the ground by the shock wave.

He lay on the ground.

He watched as flesh and blood fell to the ground.

He watched as his father, Lynch, and the others' bodies disappeared.

He watched as the explosion rising from the ground destroyed everything in front of him.

Everything was destroyed.

He was stunned.

He only watched helplessly.

His eyes were empty, like a walking corpse.

"Haha."

Laughter.

There was laughter sounded in front.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Applause.

Someone walked over from the back of the manor.

Lost looked over in a daze.

Then, his pupils slowly constricted.

He recognized that person. Kang De, the clown, the Cathayan.

At this moment, he understood everything.

Moreover, he felt that it was extremely ridiculous.

Why… why?

Was this the mere clown who did not even know martial arts?

Kang De stepped on the hot ground and walked towards Lost.

He greeted with a smile.

"Hi, your sister exploded." He said.

Lost only looked at him in a daze. His eyes became more focused and ferocious.

Kang De ignored it and continued, "You're too impatient and selfish. Are you very happy to see that your sister is not dead? However, when danger comes, your first reaction is to throw your sister out. Your so-called happiness is only to find mental sustenance after losing everything. I understand this thought very well, really."

"However, I have to tell you something."

"Your sister's words were not finished."

"Do you know what the second half is?"

Kang De smiled and said, "I told her that the bomb I tied to her will explode, but there's also a way to remove it. The explosion time is set to ten seconds after it's activated. In other words, if you can patiently listen to her and remove the trigger on the bomb in ten seconds, your sister won't explode. I think that for someone as powerful as you, not to mention ten seconds, even three seconds won't be a problem."

"So, after knowing that your sister was thrown out by you, why do you think she screamed so miserably?"

"Because she was very close to surviving at one point."

"However, in the end, what killed her was the last relative she entrusted all her hopes to…"

Lost's eyes were trembling, and his body was trembling.

He breathed heavily.

He could not even speak.

He looked at the fragment falling from the sky, his lips trembling.

The emotions on his face changed continuously. Fear, regret, anger, shock, escape, denial…

Kang De said indifferently, "As for me, I planned to stuff the bomb into her stomach last night. In that case, you definitely won't be able to dodge. Now, you'll definitely be half-dead from the explosion. However, when I was about to do this, a dead person jumped out to cause trouble for me. This guy who has been holding me back forced me to change my mind."

"From the looks of it, the effect is not bad. I like your current expression very much."

"Compared to your previous arrogant expression of standing at a high place and treating people as ants, I like you better now. You belong on the ground after all."

"This is retribution."

Lost hissed, "It's you. You did all this…"

"That's right."

Kang De took out the shotgun and loaded it.

He said, "Cry."

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