The sound sounded like a cry, coming from the Far East with a terrible sense of desolation. The guardians'faces changed at the moment they heard the sound.

"Come on!"

"They're here..." One by one they were thinking about it.

This is the trumpet of the funeral bell, this is the trumpet of the fighting. Every member of the blood group knows what the sound just sounded means.

As the terrible funeral horn sounded, suddenly the silent and distorted forest came roaring.

It looks like there are thousands, tens of thousands of them in front of us, and something terrible is pounding toward us.

At the moment, the Torredo family members,...