Hokkaido, Furano.
The shattered fighter jet turned into debris. A thick beam of green light shot into the sky, piercing through the dense clouds.
Fang Cheng held Yuguang Kaori close and successfully dodged the attack. He looked down.
On the ground, a tall man stood among the dense forest.
He was nearly four meters tall, towering over some of the vegetation. His rugged features looked as if they had been carved with a knife and chisel: a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes.
He wore a fitted gray suit and white gloves, and held a thick black Bible in his hands.
Most striking of all was his head of green hair. One glance was enough to make anyone think of the Hulunbuir Grassland and want to gallop across it.
The moment Fang Cheng saw the attacker, his expression turned grave, just as it had when he faced Isis.
There was only one person in this world who looked like that.
The Death Knight.
One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, he was named Death.
"Death" was a homophone of his English name, so his real name was, in fact, Death.
Yuguang Kaori had also spotted Death standing in the forest. Her hands clenched around Fang Cheng's clothes, and her heart sank to the bottom.
"Is our enemy... the Death Knight?"
Her voice carried a slight tremble.
Fang Cheng had seen pictures of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse with his own eyes, thanks to the information he'd received from Eve.
Yuguang Kaori had recognized him from the legends. After all, the Four Horsemen had been active for many years, and their appearances and abilities had long since become public knowledge.
Fang Cheng could feel Yuguang Kaori's fear and unease.
Monsters were highly sensitive, especially when facing creatures far