The Spirit World

Chapter 943 Heavenly Palace (VI)
[What did you wish for?]

A line of fire burned the border between the Empire and the Principality from south to north.

At first, it was just a few tongues of fire licking the dry grass blown by the autumn wind.

No one could have imagined that the weeds on the border between the principality and the middle section of the empire would burn out an entire war of shocking conspiracy.

[Zhongyun Mountain], this wild grass, is a wild grass on Zhongyun Mountain. It drifts in the wind in the sadness and loneliness of the bleak autumn wind. It cannot control its own destiny, so under the guidance of the grand autumn wind and the southeast wind in the spiritual world, it turns to the empire and cries.

The empire is on the left and the principality is on the right. If the weed had leaned towards the principality, there might not have been a war. However, the wind could only carry the flames towards the northwest.

Puff...

A little spark tainted it.

call……

The cool breeze blew away the smoke and dust from its tip.

zizi...

Bright flames danced with the smoke in the withered yellow grass and rose into the sky.

No one would have thought that this autumn, the cold and dryness would last so long. The once lush grass would turn yellow and wither in just a few months. Then the restless summer came and went violently. After the cold autumn rain, whole patches of branches began to turn yellow.

And this wild weed is the victim of this tormenting period between summer and autumn.

It had no choice but to let the southeast wind blow towards the northwest and ignite another weed living next to it.

The weeds wailed bitterly. The dry grass ears blown by the wind bumped into each other and rustled, accompanying the newly ignited sparks, playing a terrible song of wail on the empty mountainside plain where they were the only ones.

"Hehehehehe...Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

A man stood on a high mountain and fought frantically. The necromancer named Ah Moebius waved his soul-calling banner, shouted, and squeezed the souls of the weeds.

This was a ceremony of neither great nor small, with black flames at the bottom of the red fireworks, raging and wanting to add to the excitement.

Sometimes, people always recklessly believe that only animals and humans possess "wisdom", that is, [spirituality]. Little do they know that the wild grasses that [reincarnate] through the four seasons also possess wise spirituality.

They also have souls, which are given to them by the gods, "souls of the deceased."

"You guys, go to hell! Go to hell! Ahahaha!" Mobius waved the soul-summoning banner with an illusion. The souls of the living were twisted and roared at the top of the banner along the soul-summoning seal of the banner.

They are so small that people forget they exist.

Flowers, plants and trees are creatures just like humans, or even older than humans. It is really conscienceless to think that plants have no spirituality and cannot feel pain.

Just because they won't jump up and hit you on the knee, or because they have no way to retaliate against you if you hurt them, you completely ignore it.

This is an extremely awkward joke, but I have to remain noncommittal, after all, the word "living things" also includes plants.

We cannot ignore the damage done to plants just because they are plants.

Ha, then my kindness is too out of place and will make others laugh.

Look, that man is protecting different groups of humans.

Look, that person is protecting an animal that is different from humans!
Look! That person is protecting plants.

So, in the final analysis, it is up to people to do whatever they want with what they think of.

Those who want to protect different groups of humans should protect different groups of humans.

Want to protect animals other than humans to protect animals other than humans.

And those who want to protect plants, protect plants.

This is fair, and this is the only way to form a perfect closed loop.

Of course, it is not necessarily fair, because humans, animals, and plants are all pathetic nouns. One day, different people define humans, animals, and plants. The fourth one among them becomes your enemy.

That would be really funny.

It is not necessarily a joke, and the extinction of a race is nothing more than a "shameless little thing" by the [Fourth Party].

"Your souls, souls! They all belong to me! Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Ah, Moebius was laughing wildly, because he was born in ancient times. As early as three thousand years ago, the things that the necromancers "studied" never excluded the souls of plants. They put all the available materials to use. What a terrifying ambition!

All the necromancy spells nowadays are just fragments left over from that era. His resurrection will naturally be a big deal.

For example, a war, a war that is about to break out.

The flames followed the Zhongyun Mountain of the Empire, which is also the [Locksler Mountain] of the Principality, all the way north. The first line of defense was the natural river barrier [Mengyuan River]. This river originated from the high mountain [Taikang Mountain] in the north of the empire. This river is one of the mother rivers of the empire. Because of the undulating terrain from north to south, this unstoppable flame must go all the way north, climb into the heart of the empire [Longzhong City], and then head towards the extreme north, burning it to death along the way.

Going northwest, after crossing the Mengyuan River and Taikang Mountain, you will reach Bailing Mountain. After crossing Bailing Mountain, you will reach the empire’s second mother river [Tangju River]. After crossing the Tangju River, you will reach the empire’s Qingfeng Mountain.

The mountains and rivers that stretched across the empire in three directions were destroyed in two directions, and the fire became increasingly out of control!
The life of wild grass is too fragile. When exposed to fire, it dies painlessly and turns into smoke and dust.

Imagining the excitement of annihilating an entire race made Mobius tremble with arrogance, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. This was the spiritual world, and all living things had [spirituality]. All human beings' [spiritual power] was extracted from nature. The wild grass had weak spirituality and power, but it also belonged to the category of "life".

He was slaughtering lives wantonly, which made him shout, yell and laugh excitedly!
Whose life is not life?

Killing weeds may not attract anyone's attention.

It's natural not to care.

But, as a necromancer, he could understand, could clearly see, and could foresee the suffering of those weeds as living beings.

Pain and despair were the nourishment of Ah Mobis. This desire to kill, the pain of the weeds, the pain of the weeds made him so comfortable that he was shivering all the time.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

His hoarse throat and his uncontrollable trembling made him even closer to madness!
Crazy!

Watching so many fragile creatures die!

Watch the survival of the fittest!

There is an inexplicable and wonderful feeling of comfort.

However, most normal people don't care about the life of weeds.

But they just died.

However, people like him can probably understand why it is so difficult to separate the great hostility and terrible irreconcilable contradictions of one ethnic group towards another.

Hence the terrible mutual hostility!

The whole race will be destroyed!

It will not be a foreseeable contradiction that is too difficult after all.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Ah, Moebius tears the weeds into pieces like the wind and rain!

"War! War! War!"

His eyes were red and he stared into the distance.

Speaking in a human way

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(End of this chapter)