Before anyone could discuss a result, a group of huge bats poured out of the passage, each as big as a vibrating roc, with sharp teeth and claws glistening with blood. Griffith first saw the professor's face white.

"Hank, step forward and stop them! The others focus their attacks, don't let them get to the Lord Listener!" Callius shouted, "Knight-in-training, you go too."

How can I go on! With just two daggers?

Shield guard Hank already rushed up. He held a round shield of fine iron and a one-handed axe, and chopped headlong at a bat.

The axe blade stuck just half an inch into the flesh, and Hank was immediately besieged by bats on all sides. These flying monsters attacked his shield with sharp claws, making a hailstorm of noise. Raven gritted his teeth and took out the rest of his crossbow to fire point blank at the bats that had just been attacked. Hakan's giant wolf and Pella also meandered to the side, ready to take up the attack position.

Griffith held the only two daggers he had and didn't know what to do. Beside him, Lourdes was hastily sketching lines with his wand. Along with his elusive chanting, complicated magic patterns began to spring up in front of Hank's top and bottom, swirling and forming in mid-air and approaching each other.

"Hank, stay where you are and hold on!" Callius gave the command, but did not attack himself.

An extremely dangerous aura permeated the air, as if lingering within the range of the magic pattern would meet its demise. Griffith immediately realized that this would be a wide-ranging attack magic spell. While Hank was holding the bats in check, the professor was trying to destroy them all at once.

But it was too late! Griffith found that in less than ten seconds, Hank's shield protecting him had warped and twisted under the harsh attack, and the bats that had gathered in front of him at the beginning had unfolded, attacking his arms from both sides and even beginning to meander back to his back.

"Captain, it won't work!" Hank screamed miserably. The shield was suddenly knocked to the ground, and Hank was bitten by a bat on the wrist, and before he could struggle, the bats swarming around him tore his body from all directions.

"Poof!"

Griffith had never heard anything like it. Tall and big, Hank was torn into pieces like a rag doll and disappeared into a darkness of shadows.

"Han--k!"

Pella shrieked. The bats swarmed around and swooped down on the panicked demon hunters.

Lords still outlining the complex spell formation then dissipated, his cold face flickered with anxiety and gloom.

"Hakan, hold up with your wolf!" Callius shouted, "Everyone else, protect the Lord Listener!"

Hakan's giant wolf didn't even last five seconds before it was torn to shreds. At the same time, an earth-shattering thunderbolt fell, smashing a bat into pieces, and the lightning bounced among the bats, killing two more close by. But as the number of bounces increased, the killing power of the thunderbolt was weakening dramatically and finally died out in the air.

Raven was pounced on the ground and the bat bit through his neck.

"My Lord!" Callius shouted anxiously to the professor.

Lords did not move to retrieve a blue crystal haunted by electricity, the elusive chanting again, his next powerful spell is about to take shape, but at that moment, the approaching bats emitted an invisible sound wave, everyone in the vicinity, including Griffiths, a sudden loud sound in the mind, followed by a continuous murmur, even concentration is difficult.

And so the spell of Lowndes failed.

The squad lost the ability to resist at once.

Professor Lowndes pressed his forehead and, surprisingly, gritted his teeth and turned around and jumped towards the bottom of the cliff.

Hakan was attacked first, and together with Pella he was chased by a large swarm of bats, fleeing in panic towards Griffith. This was followed by a siege on Kalius, who screamed wildly and rushed into a tunnel, disappearing into the darkness.

These bats flew extremely fast and whistled through the icy night sky, immediately swooping Hakan and Pella to the ground. Pella screamed heartbreakingly, and suddenly out of the corner of her eye saw Griffith rushing towards her, followed by a string of giant bats.

Instead of fleeing down the cliff, Griffith smashed headlong between Hakan, Pera and a large group of bats.

"Polar Freeze-Nova!"

The freezing gas exploded in the bat swarm, freezing all the bats that swarmed in place. Griffith kicked away two bats, picked up the two besieged and threw them outward, immediately slamming a bottle of secondary slowing potion into the ground where the bats had gathered and shouting.

"Split up and run!"

The bats in the gathering group fell into the negative effect of slowing down the impact. The three also did not have time to greet, Hakan will run wildly toward the path up the mountain, Pella clutching his head and jumped down the cliff, Griffith is rushing into the narrow passage.

......

Chase, catch up?

Griffith ran wildly through the narrow passage. This tunnel had just swarmed with giant cockroaches and was cleared of a wave, and there was no obstruction along the way.

He was not panicking. The bats were fast, and after escaping the effects of the brief slowdown, escaping along the open road was easy to catch up with, as was the path Hakan chose. Relatively speaking, Pella jumped directly off the cliff in contrast to have a chance of survival.

Griffith's idea then was to rush into the narrow path and rely on the narrow terrain to fight the bats if they caught up with him, getting stuck in position to kill them. When he found the demon hunter situation is not good he was thinking how to escape, this line is the most secure. Card position to fight more with less, this thing he is most skilled.

Suddenly, multiple sharp pains came from his body and the sensation of sticky fluid flowing.

In the short chase and fight just now, the bat tore open Griffith's cheek and chest, and broke a rib. It all happened so suddenly that he didn't react when he was injured. Waiting to duck into the passage, he realized that the gurgling blood had stained half of his body.

My blood is still red, not bad hey, good news!

Griffith wiped his hand on his shirt, reached into the wound, and grabbed the broken ribs and broke them with force.

"Uh ...... ah ......"

Griffith let out a groan that he tried his best to stifle, but the broken bone was also broken off without causing lasting damage by piercing into his lungs. Although supported by a strong self-healing ability, he now has no extra time or resources to slowly restore himself.

The bat swarm may still be gathering outside the tunnel, and even if they don't come after me they may be blocking the way out. I'd better crouch here and wait a while to see what happens. Griffiths grabbed two small notched daggers and ducked into the shadows around the corner.

Suddenly, his torn cheeks twitched, trembling violently, his face full of blood and the wounds where his teeth and facial bones could be seen were like an oversized lipsticked smiley face.

He shook his head towards the cold, dark tunnel walls where there was nothing, as if he were looking in a mirror.

"Why are you so serious?

"Hahahahahahaha, yehhahahahahahaha!"

Griffiths laughed maniacally in the silent tunnel, laughed for a while and then suddenly closed his mouth, as if nothing had happened, and looked around nervously.

......

The moonlight poured a faint brightness through a gap in the rocks overhead and into the tunnel. In a darkened corner, Griffith seemed to see something writhing and swollen.

"I think I see something," Griffith said to himself, "I'll have to take a closer look to get a better idea."

In the extreme silence of the tunnel, he seemed to hear a tinkling sound as a shadow-like mass slowly took shape. It was first illusory like a mist, gradually became thick as if there was substance, huge body, disproportionate hooves, jagged mouth and goat horns, extremely confusing and unreal.

What is this?

The shadow came slowly toward Griffith, opened its mouth wide and bit him.

"Wow!"

The remnants of Griffith's body locking armor was surprisingly bitten through, and a good chunk of flesh was torn off. He clutched his head and fled deeper into the tunnel where there were no monsters.

I don't know how long I ran, the bizarre shadow disappeared, Griffith only then stopped to catch his breath. The tunnel of this ruin is extremely deep, everywhere is collapsed and broken, twisting and winding do not know where to lead, but the good thing is that there is no fork in the road.

Suddenly, the anonymous author's notes on magic potion preparation that he kept close to him began to glow slightly. The booklet had been with him since the last time the record was revealed, to see when a new record would be revealed. The feverish sensation made Griffith, who had lost a lot of blood, feel comfortable. He took off his already tattered locking armor and removed the notes from his coat pocket to find that a new chapter had appeared on it.

This time what appeared was not knowledge and experience of magic potions, but a diary.

"Diary with illegible dates

"I swear this is the most shocking experience I've had since I entered Homewards, and I can only record this bizarre experience with the few vestiges of sanity that remain.

"As a first-year student, I did my homework quite well, and my professors agreed that I had exceptional talent and would be able to make a career out of it. I should have studied hard and found a beautiful girl from a famous family to marry, but the crazy words of a madman completely destroyed my life.

"It was a comfortable evening, and I was discussing the Parn-Well arcane model with Miss Eliotia. Hughes burst into the library, and his appearance startled everyone.

"He was covered in wounds, his left eye, left ear and left hand were missing, blood and pus dripped from the wounds to the ground. His abdomen was torn open by a terrible force, and his right hand, which had only two fingers left, held the internal organs and belly intestines flowing out from the abdominal cavity.

"The girls screamed, and some even fainted. Hughes's appearance really surprised me beyond words, but his muttered whispers puzzled me even more.

"He dragged his belly and gut and approached me

"'In the Forest of Murmuring, the altar of the Black Peak, strange horns, teeth, claws, here they come.'"