"Get out of here quickly and head to the main building; Prince Algard is over there!"
Shouting loudly, Zhenjiling raised her submachine gun and pulled the trigger towards the guards ahead. With a stuttering burst of gunfire, the heads of guard after guard exploded, and those adventurers who had nearly reached their limit hurriedly retreated.
"I remember you are... that little girl with the tail... what on earth is going on?"
"The Demon Clan tampered with the ritual; the Magic Elves have become accomplices of the Demon Clan. These people have mutated because they were eroded by the Magic Elves."
Zhenjiling answered the adventurers' questions with agility, as she had already answered similar questions countless times along the way.
"I see, so that's what happened... Damn it, we'll leave this place to the little lady, let's withdraw...!"
As he spoke, the adventurer waved to his companions—then his body was impaled by a Sharp Blade falling from the sky, pinning him to the ground.
