Chapter 461 The soul from a foreign land
The distant void.
On a piece of turbid red earth, a middle-aged man with his hands tied behind his back was kneeling on his knees, his head hanging down.
His face was ashen, his eyes were lifeless, and his murmuring lips seemed to be cursing the god, asking Him why he became like this.
Why?
They were clearly the victors...
However, death came to the door after they had won everything.
The voice in the darkness did not answer. What interrupted his thoughts was a righteous and awe-inspiring shout.
Hearing his name, the middle-aged man twitched all over as if he had been electrocuted.
There was a burst of laughter at the execution ground, but the people outside the execution ground could not laugh out loud. After all, no one could make up their mind whether they would go there.
As for why you are afraid to read it, that is another matter.
"Did I ask you?"
The middle-aged man shrank his neck, his lips trembled, but he was speechless.
Perhaps he felt that this useless look was really pitiful. Although the person who asked the question had a look of disgust, he also felt a little compassion and softened his tone a little.
"Okay, what else do you have to explain."
Although the death penalty is unavoidable, it will always feel better to say it, so as not to become a bad ghost.
However, the middle-aged man seemed to have misunderstood. His body that was thin due to hunger burst out with unimaginable strength.
He turned his head desperately, trying to see the man standing behind him, as well as the spectators on and outside the execution ground. He used his mouth, which was so swollen that no intact teeth could be found, to make a vague plea.
"I am innocent! I am in Yongye Port... to collect intelligence and raise military expenses! Everything I do is for our family, General Grove can prove that I am loyal!"
His nonsense caused a burst of ridicule.
This time not only the people on the execution ground, but also the people outside the execution ground laughed out loud.
"That wild dog is dead." The person who pronounced his fate said expressionlessly, "I'm afraid you won't be able to see him."
He finally stopped struggling.
There was a sneer behind him, followed by the sound of a bullet being loaded.
"Since you want to see Grove so much, then go down and accompany the traitor."
Bang——!
Hence a harsh gunshot, and the man named Meta fell to the ground.
The pair of unyielding eyes widened, carving the last and most vicious curse on the gradually dilated pupils.
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“You will build the hive of Urgos and live there like ants, running around like rats all day long, persecuting each other in ignorance, and repeating endless reincarnations in the game of insatiable desires! Forever! 』
His soul roared silently.
The resentment even overshadowed the smell of blood on the execution ground, causing a chill to run down the executioner's back, as if he was being haunted by an evil spirit.
Meta didn't know who Urgos was, and that was the only voice he heard when he was dying.
That seems to be a name.
He was also the only true God who opened his eyes to him when he denounced the unfairness of fate and cursed the eyeless sky, and lovingly responded to the inquiry of his soul.
『I will fulfill your wish. 』
My poor child. 』
Hearing the promise in the dark, Meta's body shed tears of emotion, as if he had seen his real father.
· Carrying the curse and hatred for the entire world, his soul finally got rid of the broken body, embraced the will of Urgos, and went to another world under the pull of karma...
· However, what was waiting for him was not a happy and beautiful second life in another world.
When he opened his eyes, he was horrified to find that he had turned into a huge and fat mouse.
Although it is true that he is a rat tribe member, he never thought that he would actually become a rat tribe member.
He straightened his body more than three meters long and looked around hastily. He saw that he was standing in a mountain of corpses and sea of bones that was far more bloody than the previous execution ground.
The ground was full of rats similar to him, and there was no end in sight as far as the eye could see.
They pounced on the swollen corpses and feasted on them. They ate loudly and their mouths were filled with blood and fat.
Mehta was desperate.
He was trembling all over and wanted to go back, but he couldn't find the way home at all.
What frightened him even more was that he could feel that his familiar family members seemed to be among these fat-mouthed rats, but he didn’t know which one of them it was...
Meta could only recognize one person.
Even though the man had a human face, he looked more like a mouse than any other mouse here.
That is... a parent?
No——
That guy should have half a breath left, and why did he become a human?
He is the one who deserves to go to hell!
At this moment, the famous "Grove" and "Gopal" were crawling at the man's feet, as docile as two big cats.
Mehta cannot understand!
Him, who believed in karma a second ago, now begins to doubt that God is blind.
Obviously, he has never studied physics and does not know that the effects of forces are reciprocal, and of course the underlying karma is also the same.
However, people can always see the cause and effect in others, but they cannot see the cause and effect in themselves.
The people who pushed him into the hive will of course go to the hive that belongs to them. However, he who cursed his compatriots to never be reincarnated will obviously also go to the hive that belongs to him, and go there one step ahead.
He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but all he heard was a rat-like scream.
Crazy ideas tore at his already fragile nerves, and gradually the only thought left in his mind was swallowing——
Hungry!
So hungry! ! !
· Driven by instinct, he just stood up and fell to the ground again.
Only this time he was not begging for mercy, but eating the flesh and blood residue on the ground, surrendering wholeheartedly to Urgos and his chosen apostles.
The hive city is not located in the distant depths of the universe, but at the feet of every person who has endless desires.
Meta felt that his soul was adapting to this new body, and the memory of his previous life was like a candle in the wind.
In the end, his gradually blurring consciousness was filled with only one desperate thought.
If this is the fate of dedicating one's soul to Urgos, the person who dies first may not be lucky...
… …
While "Meta" was immersed in feasting, Silas stood in the middle of the mountain of corpses and the sea of bones, with a cheerful smile on his face.
Looking at the two prostrate rats beside him, he reached out and gently touched their heads.
"So good..."
Although I don't know which world the two chosen ones came from and what roles they played in their respective worlds, they are indeed good dogs.
No——
It should be said that the rat is good.
Just a few hours ago, Silas entered the siege camp outside Dusk City with the 100,000 troops Kailan gave him.
After doing this, he did not start to attack the city immediately. Instead, he ordered the cooks to set up the stove, light a fire to cook, and prepare the last supper for those brave young men.
Of course it was not an ordinary dinner, but the "holy meal" given by Urgos.
The materials come from sacrifices in sacrificial ceremonies.
All soldiers who ate the flesh and blood of the sacrificed people also became tributes to Urgos.
In the horrific ritual magic, they will lose their sense of satiety and eat endlessly under the urge of hunger, until their minds are devoured by endless hunger and desire, and they become monsters with nothing left but life. Eventually, even their bodies begin to swell and twist.
This is only the first stage of the ritual, and one hundred thousand souls are just the key to opening the door to chaos.
As the Gate of Chaos opened, tens of millions of hungry souls were summoned under the pull of karma.
They are not from the same world, but they are all the same type of soul.
They linger in the sky, forming a thick and dark cloud, looking down at the ground greedily, waiting for opportunities to move, grinding their teeth and sucking their claws, waiting for the opportunity to come.
At this time, the second stage of the ceremony began, and the plague rats of the Carrion Clan immediately boarded the altar.
Hundreds of thousands of ratmen rushed forward and began to bite the one hundred thousand living sacrifices that were twisted and swollen to the point that they could no longer be eaten, and became new sacrifices in the endless devouring.
· Whenever a huge rat takes shape, tens of thousands of souls fall from the sky, squeeze into a ball, and pour into a mature flesh and blood to form a "chosen one".
It is different from the "Treacherous Fog" that dispatches troops between "different galaxies in the same universe".
Most of the believers of "Eternal Hungry Claw" come from an ignorant world, and it is almost impossible to figure out technology as advanced as "Ether", so he prefers to dispatch identical souls across the void between "different universes".
"Mad Whisperers" often have a rigorous and thorough logic, and it is difficult for them to urinate in the same pot. However, the "desireers" are different. They can always easily achieve resonance at the soul level because of many seemingly different but essentially the same twisted desires.
This is one of their advantages.
Looking around, the entire vast land is covered with such twisted "chaos eggs".
The turbid earth is brewing an unprecedented blasphemy, and terror and death are weaving an unprecedentedly powerful force.
The king of the Kingdom of Lane certainly did not expect that the fire would eventually burn like this. His connivance eventually brewed a monster that no one had ever seen...
Looking at the huge and expanding power in front of him, the smile on Silas's face became more and more proud, and even showed an intoxicated expression.
"Urges is above, this is really... so beautiful."
In return for pleasing the whispers in the underworld, the great Urgos sent down souls from foreign lands, and let these souls control the turbid flesh and blood to fight for the eternal nest.
Silas does not understand those complicated principles.
"Hungry Claw" is not the "Obvious Mist". Urgos never encouraged his followers to explore the truth behind the Mist, and Silas was not interested in it.
Those things are not important at all, what is important is to complete the sacrifice to the great true god Urgos.
Faced with that huge plan, even Twilight City and even the entire uprising were just a part of the sacrifice!
As the weaver of the entire ritual, he will reach the pinnacle of mortal power and become a demigod-level powerhouse!
As long as he becomes a demigod, and is a demigod chosen by Chaos, there will no longer be his opponent on this land.
And Urgos, standing behind him, will also complete the spiritual colonization of this world, turning all noble souls into eager ones crawling at his feet!
At that time, all the apostles of the Hungry Claw will obey his orders, even the Carrion Clan that supported him in the past, will in turn be loyal to him and become his servants.
As for Kailan...
That guy seems to be on the table, but in fact it is just a tribute on the table.
Although Silas called him your majesty, he never regarded him as his real majesty for a second.
It’s just a tool.
The Salvation Army from Quemu Territory is holding high the holy flag of salvation and heading towards the direction of Twilight City.
On the hills not far away from the march, Gunter, who was looking toward Dusk City, frowned slightly, and there was a trace of solemnity in his brows.
"Such a strong aura of chaos..." Raiden walked next to him, lowered his voice and said what he wanted to say but didn't say.
Gaunt nodded silently, then withdrew his gaze from a distance and looked at Raiden.
“How far are we from Twilight City?”
Leiden pondered for a moment and said.
"It will take three days at the fastest!"
This is still the most optimistic situation.
If it rains or encounters an ambush on the road, it is not impossible that the delay will be longer.
Gaunt shook his head.
"Too slow."
According to the current marching speed, by the time they reach Twilight City, it may be too late.
Moreover, he always has a feeling.
Every time he gets rid of a "Hungry Claw" God's Choice, a stronger God's Choice will appear and stand opposite him.
They seem to be endlessly killing them, and they are even getting stronger and stronger, so much so that now even he feels a little troublesome!
While Gunter was thinking this, a strong aura of chaos suddenly approached the edge of his perception range.
Perception of the malicious gaze, Gunter's eyes instantly froze and locked onto the hills two kilometers away.
The man obviously didn’t expect that he would be targeted just by looking at him from a distance, so he immediately ran behind the rocks on the side.
But it’s obvious.
His whereabouts were exposed and he could no longer escape.
Notice the sudden change in Gunter's expression, Raiden cast a questioning look at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just a little mouse.”
Gaunt reached for the sword behind him and continued expressionlessly.
"It seems that these apostles of chaos don't want us to go to Twilight City smoothly."
Leiden's expression changed slightly.
Humbling not to neglect, he immediately rode back to the military formation.
Just when Gunter noticed the malicious aura in the distance, the Salvation Army's scout cavalry also discovered traces of enemy activities on the marching route of the army.
They did not hide themselves, and even stood arrogantly in front of the Salvation Army, with a confident attitude, as if they had a powerful trump card in their hands.
The smell of gunpowder permeated the depths of the forest, and the rustling teeth of the rat people of the clan could be faintly heard under the shadow of the trees.
The battle is about to begin!
At the same time that the Salvation Army's front troops were fighting with the Green Forest Army's ambush, the "Northern Rescue Army" who had passed through the Stillwater Beach Territory finally entered the territory of Twilight City, and encountered the last hurdle blocking them in the forest south of Twilight City.
Obviously, the commander of the Green Forest Army was not stupid. He knew that being caught between Twilight City and the reinforcements would lead to a dead end, so he took the initiative to send troops to intercept.
However, they are obviously not smart, because really smart people will never engage in such a meaningless death struggle when they see that the situation is over.
Luo Yan, who was riding on horseback, looked across the dusty forest and looked thoughtfully at the dark cloud-filled sky. He always felt that there was an eye there looking down at him.
Not just yourself.
Him He watches everyone.
That distorted and abstract face has an unsettling kindness, as if everyone is his child or his chess piece.
Everything in the world is just His game.
Luo Yan suddenly wondered if he would feel the same way when he was staring at the civilization behind the virtual world in the mage tower.
Thinking of this, the heavy feeling in his heart instantly disappeared.
The person standing opposite the virtual realm is just another Hector.
Maybe not as good as that old guy...
In the dense forest, the air was so heavy that it seemed like it could drip water.
The chirping of birds in the forest has long since disappeared, replaced only by suppressed breathing and the sound of armors clashing against each other.
The sound of tens of thousands of soles stepping on dead leaves.
Two huge armies met unexpectedly on this fateful battlefield.
"Array!"
Theresa shouted, drew her sword and pointed it at the sky.
At the command of the commander, the well-trained privates quickly switched from the marching formation to the shooting formation, pointing their polished flintlocks forward.
Citizen cavalry and dwarf musketeers roamed behind the military formation, quickly heading to their respective fighting positions to wait for opportunities.
Just opposite them, countless green flags were swaying in the woods like will-o'-the-wisps. And under the swaying "will-o'-the-wisp" are pairs of pupils that are more terrifying than the soul fire of the undead.
There is no doubt that most of the people standing there are human beings. However, there is not much breath of living people in these people, only the staggering fanaticism!
The two armies faced each other, and the situation was tense.
Irene sat astride the war horse, looking across the queue in front and landing on the figure in front of the Green Forest Army formation.
If the scout's information is correct, that person is the legendary "Green Turban" Kelan, and his wanted order has spread almost throughout the entire Twilight Province.
But unlike the legend, that face was not as green and fanged as the soldiers of the kingdom described, nor was it as upright and awe-inspiring as the prisoners of the Green Forest Army claimed. It was just an ordinary face.
If you ignore the aura of chaos emanating from his body, he is just an ordinary woodcutter standing here.
Irene could feel that although they were both apostles of chaos, this guy was fundamentally different from Rolandal, the "Sunger".
The latter is immersed in self-edited epics and unable to extricate himself from the emotion, while the former is a person who truly has ideals and desires to change something.
It’s just that his ideal has obviously been twisted into something else, so much so that even his soul has become stinky.
While Irene was examining Kailan, Kailan was also looking at the "golden light" knight opposite.
Although for some reason her hair was silver-white instead of the golden color as rumored, he could tell at a glance that this person was the legendary Erin Campbell.
Hush aside the guards beside him, Kailan walked to the front of the formation alone.
Looking at Eileen and the well-disciplined army behind her, he spoke in a calm voice, but his voice spread throughout the woods.
“Are you Eileen Campbell?”
“A mere rebel is worthy of my Highness——” Teresa raised her eyebrows and was about to scold her, but Irene raised her hand to stop her.
��Making two steps forward, Irene raised her chin, looked directly at Kailan's arrogant and unruly face, and spoke in a cold voice.
"I am Erin Campbell. It seems that you are the legendary "Green Turban" Kailan? I didn't expect you to come out of the mouse hole."
Kailan said lightly with a cold smile on his lips.
"It doesn't matter who I am, but because you are a good person, I advise you to go back where you came from, and do not prevent the people of Dusk Province from embracing a bright future. Otherwise... this forest will be your grave."
"Ha, you really dare to say that."
Irene sneered and said without hesitation.
"I walked all the way from Torrent Pass, and I only saw burned villages, slaughtered villagers, and orphans wailing on the ruins... Is this what you call a bright future? Tell me, those who died, where is their future!"
"That is a necessary sacrifice."
He was not surprised at all. The hypocritical Saint Sith cultists would definitely use the dead people to make excuses, thereby slandering the rise of the Green Forest Army as evil. However, how can a passionate warrior stop fighting just because of this slander?
Haven't nobles killed anyone?
In the past thousand years, more than tens of millions of innocent souls have died under the royal power!
They may have killed some people, but they are nothing compared to the real thugs!
"Only by uprooting all the decadent nobles and watering the land with their blood can a world that truly belongs to the common people be born and save all the people living in dire straits! Those of you who are born with everything will never understand that even in the forest, What kind of life is it that requires the lord’s nod to kill a hare or cut down a tree? If death can bring equality, I would rather kill more!”
“I really don’t understand what you are talking about.”
Irene stared at him straightly and questioned word by word.
"Perhaps you can tell me, who did you save? What was that person's name? Which village did he live in, and where is his village and family now."
Kailan sneered.
"You can only say a few words after tossing and turning -"
"Isn't this important!"
Irene glared at him, and the question that went straight to the soul made Kailan's sneer freeze on his face for a while, unable to speak.
"You can't say a single name! Look at the scorched earth behind you, and the blood on your hands! I didn't see even an inch of the soil with your so-called equality. I only saw a group of traitors wearing monkey crowns, killing as they pleased, and splicing bloody altars with corpses!"
"Don't talk about nobles, but any person with conscience, even the Demon King of Thunder County, will never do such a heartless thing! You turn people into man-eating beasts, and turn one person into another person's prey. This is It's the result you got in exchange for your death——"
"Shut up!"
Kailan let out a roar and stared at Irene, but did not dare to look directly into those emerald green pupils.
It seemed like a flaming sword, glowing more dazzlingly than the light of praise. Just looking at it would burn your soul.
But——
He will not waver.
No matter how dazzling the light is, it cannot cover up the stench on her body. He can smell it. It is the inherent rancid smell of the nobility's lackeys!
"You don't understand anything. You only see the pain in front of you, but you can't see that behind this pain is thousands of years of oppression!"
h "So your answer is to kill those who make you feel pain?" Erin's eyes were full of disappointment, and there was also a trace of imperceptible sadness.
She could feel that he was very similar to her, and he was also an idealistic person. He definitely didn't rise up because he wanted to kill someone.
He must have been unable to stand it anymore, so he decided to use his own strength to try to change something... before everything developed into an uncontrollable fire.
It's just that he was not as lucky as himself. The weak seed had been distorted by the evil spirit of chaos before it could germinate.
They are destined to be unable to convince each other.
Perhaps, only the swords in their hands can determine who is the right side.
"It's useless to talk more."
Kailan raised the dagger in his hand, with only cold determination in his eyes.
"Since you are not going to withdraw from here, then take your hypocritical kindness and lie down in the coffin of the old world!"
"Twilight Province is the sacred and indivisible part of the Kingdom of Llane. According to the legal principles, there is no reason for the Campbell family to escape in front of the rebels."
Irene also slowly raised the "Light of Praise" in her hand, the blade shining with holy light in the gray sky, illuminating her snow-white hair.
"I will not let you hurt any innocent people again, Campbell's knights will end your atrocities here!"
"Only you? Hahaha!"
Kailan laughed loudly, no longer covering his aura, and a terrifying aura instantly enveloped the entire forest.
That is the aura of an amethyst-level powerhouse!
At least, this aura is not inferior to Rolandal’s!
Teresa's eyes widened, looking at the military formation in the distance in disbelief, trying her best to suppress the restless neighing horses beneath her.
Why are there still amethyst-level strong men! ?
Where did this group of rebels come from with so many high-level transcendent beings!
Not only Theresa's expression changed, but also Quentin Copperfurnace's expression became ugly, rubbing the ax handle with his palm.
Looking at the astonished faces, Kailan pointed the sword at Irene with a ferocious smile, and spoke word by word.
"It seems that the gods are on my side."
Before he could finish his words, an untimely voice interrupted his arrogance.
"That's hard to say."
(End of this chapter)