Nightmare Light

Chapter 72 Killing the Northerner
A hoarse voice was heard, black and yellow smoke rose, and from the smoke, four people wearing black and yellow cloth walked out.

These four people had their faces painted with ochre-yellow paint, separated by white paint, and then white paint was used to draw a circle around their facial features.

One of them was a man of medium build and plain appearance. He held a handful of black soil in his hand, tasted it, and spat it out. "Ancient taste... What are you doing here?"

He didn't give them a chance to speak, and quickly waved his hand, "But it doesn't matter what you want to do... It's just a sacrifice, your thoughts don't matter."

While he was speaking, the Light Chasers and mercenaries had already taken up positions to surround and attack.

The man holding the soil in his hand did not show any sign of nervousness or fear. He threw away the soil in his hand with a relaxed look, took out a black clay jar, and looked at Dog Brother again.

"I have already forgiven you, yet you come back again? Then stay."

A young mercenary trembled, but still glared and shouted: "What you are doing will destroy the entire Chu Federation! Everyone with a sense of justice knows what to do!"

"Justice, justice... meaningless words." The cultist reached into the jar, dug out a piece of sticky black mud, and sniffed it. "When will you understand that besides 'existence', everything else is meaningless?"

"Well said." Lin Wang suddenly clapped his hands vigorously and walked out of the crowd. "I figured it out! It's indeed true!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Wang. The young Northerner clapped his hands, his expression serious and admiring. "Although I don't know what you're going to do, I do think... what you said makes a lot of sense."

"Oh? It's rare... to find someone as clever as you among the Northerners." The cultist holding the pottery jar grinned. "I will reward you shortly."

"The reward he mentioned refers to killing you in the end... hehehe." A cultist holding a candle in his hand laughed.

"The calendar official should be nicer to smart people."

Lin Wang paid no attention to the two men's sarcastic remarks. Instead, he smiled and took two more steps. Then he suddenly changed the subject: "However, I think there is a detail in your opinion that should be revised."

"Hmm?" The cultist holding the pot raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Sacrifices have no right to speak..."

Lin Wang's tone suddenly became louder, interrupting him: "But how we exist shouldn't be decided by others!"

The cultist laughed loudly: "Hahaha... I am the boss, what can you do?"

He tilted his head and grinned, pointing a finger at the village behind him. "I have the final say on the 'existence' of this village. What can you do about it? Stupid... what? What is that?!"

The cultist suddenly let out a strange cry, which startled everyone.

Everyone turned their heads to look in the direction of his finger, only to see that, at some point, a black cat with a small paper man sitting on it was running wildly around the edge of the village.

Every few steps, the little paper man would throw some pieces of paper towards the village.

Whenever pieces of paper fall and hit the village buildings, luminous ripples will appear on the surface of the buildings, and after these ripples, the "reality" of the buildings will be strengthened.

People then realized that Lin Wang's verbal battle with the cultists was actually a covert attempt to divert their attention, making it easier for the cat girl to take Azhi to tune the village.

At this moment, almost everyone secretly gave Lin Wang a thumbs up in their hearts: If it weren't for his quick wit, everyone would be busy confronting the cultists and would ignore their real purpose!
Among these people, Old Joe saw things more deeply than the others:
In this short period of time, Lin Wang not only figured out how to solve the frequency modulation problem, but also quietly completed the communication with his two companions. He even appeared in person to attract the attention of the cultists!
This guy... is so smart!
Old Joe secretly admired in his heart.

At the same time, the cultists were also shocked and angry, their eyes widened, and they shouted: "Stop the cat!"

boom!
At the same time, all the personnel on both sides attacked together. The colorful vulgar techniques exploded in an instant and collided with each other heavily. The sky changed color and the earth shook.

Red string, wooden nets, paper cutouts;
Wax, poisonous insects, black clouds;
From the first second, both sides had the same goal: to kill each other in the shortest time possible, so their attacks were killing moves without reservation.

Normally, in a battle like this, the Light Chasers should have a huge advantage: they are all elite veterans, and they work together well, plus they have Old Joe, a super defensive master... In theory, no matter what kind of cultists they are, they should be beaten by them.

When the battle started, things developed as they expected - the Light Chasers' soldiers showed incredible tacit understanding at that moment.

Their positioning was almost perfect: the position and distance of each soldier were calculated to maximize the effectiveness of their magic.

Even maximize the effect.

The Light Chasers' soldiers were full of confidence: in their opinion, the reason why the Wild Wolf Group was beaten by the cultists was not because the cultists were powerful, but because these mercenaries were too weak.

As expected, the Wild Wolf Group was in chaos.

When Gou Ge was standing on the stilts, he was even knocked off balance by his teammates.

but……

When their secular arts collided with the skills of the cultists, the Light Seekers realized how wrong their previous judgment was.

As everyone started to attack, the cultists threw a clay pot and a candle to the ground. When the pot shattered, the air around them shook. On Lin Wang's side, everyone's secular skills froze, becoming extremely slow, like slow motion.

"What! How could this happen!"

"Vulgar magic... has slowed down!"

"Mine too... No, my secular arts are out of control!"

At the same time, candles were lit.

The candle flame crackled, and the wax rose up, solidifying into a wax wall in mid-air.

The moment the wax wall was formed, it tilted forward and collapsed, and as it collapsed, something happened that terrified the soldiers.

When the wax wall fell, countless boiling wax poured onto their vulgar arts.

In an instant, all the slow-motion vulgar techniques suddenly became like wax, melting and falling.

The wax wall in the air twisted in an instant and solidified into a shape exactly the same as those vulgar arts!
Even the colors are spot on!

"careful!"

A soldier shouted, "This wax will imitate our vulgar arts!"

boom!
The vulgar magic simulated by wax and oil instantly rushed towards everyone.

Old Joe roared, raised his shield high, and a large wooden net spread out, blocking everyone in front of him.

At the same time, through the wooden net, people saw that the cultists were quickly forming seals.

As they formed seals, a large piece of wax condensed in front of them, stood up, and gradually twisted into a human shape.

Fat, burly, thin, young...

They are using wax to simulate the Light Chasers and the Wild Wolf warriors!
At this moment, a cultist who was making hand seals suddenly said "hmm" and looked extremely confused.

In front of him, a large ball of wax was rolling wildly, condensing into an extremely tall figure.

But the strange thing is that the figure was surging, but it could never condense into a specific human shape.

After trying several times, the cultist's expression gradually changed from confusion to shock and anger.

After trying a few times, he suddenly shouted and pointed in Lin Wang's direction: "Calligraphy Officer! There's something wrong with that northerner! Kill him!"

The cultist known as the Calendar Master held a thick leather scroll of a strange texture in one hand and a candle in the other.

After hearing what his companion said, he laughed strangely, put away the scroll and held up the candle.

A large amount of wax poured down from the top of the head in an instant, and the official in charge disappeared along with the wax.

The next second, the ground in front of Lin Wang surged, wax rolled up, and a man with a face covered in yellow and white paint, grinning wildly, jumped out of the wax.

"Si Li! Break the sequence!"

He grinned and suddenly shook the thick leather scroll in his hand.

At that moment, Lin Wang felt that a vast, huge, but rigid and stiff "thought" suddenly appeared in his spiritual world.

As soon as this "thought" appeared, it immediately instilled into Lin Wang a lot of profound principles such as "truth" and "education".

At the same time, this "thought" kept emphasizing to Lin Wang, "You are so insignificant, so useless, and your existence has no meaning."

Lin Wang was attracted by this novel attack method and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Lin Wang stunned, the calendar official knew he had been tricked and grinned: "Those who are denied by the calendar will find that they can find no value in the entire history of mankind!"

"Even if you break free, the end result will be death from depression!"

Then, he saw that Lin Wang's eyes had regained clarity, and he licked his lips with a look of satisfaction. He was curious: "I've experienced this, what's next?"

(End of this chapter)