Wizard's Journey

Chapter 436 Collapse of Faith (Part 1) (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Nine days later.

Even with the food provided by Fred and Green's "rent," Namer's family of three still lived a hard life of hunger every day, becoming weak and emaciated.

But it's clear that at least they are mentally healthy.

He greeted every familiar locust person warmly, spent a lot of time every day praying tirelessly to the Dark Flame God, and maintained at least some dignity in front of outsiders like Grin and Kredia.

After getting married, Fred was no longer as infatuated with Cressia as he had been the first time he saw her.

In his eyes, all Green could see was love.

Although the material civilization of the Locust People here has been greatly destroyed, their spiritual world remains rich, and they have infinite expectations for the future, hoping that the Great Flame God will perform a miracle. This is completely different from the despair that the Demon Hunter Wizard hopes for, both materially and spiritually.

This kind of fulfilling spiritual life of the locust people, and their apparent resilience in the face of adversity, is definitely not what the wizard wants to see!

The wizard only wanted to see the destruction of the locust-people civilization, to see it disappear into history in the endless world!

That evening, Green heard a jumble of mournful cries as he returned from work.

"what……"

"Waaaaah..."

It was Namo, Nayue, and their mother who were crying.

Fred stood silently to the side with his head down, looking very dejected. When he saw Green enter, he nodded silently.

"What's wrong?"

Green walked over to Cretia and asked in a low voice.

Cretia said calmly and in a low voice, "It's news of their father's death."

"Um."

As if it were all expected, and his death was as natural as it should be, Green nodded silently to Ferald and then went to Namer and Nayue's side, comforting them, "Life and death are eternal, your father's soul has returned to the embrace of the great Flame God."

"Waaaaah..."

Namo, Nayue, and their mother were still sobbing.

Although every locust person praises the beauty of life and death, they never want it to happen to themselves or their loved ones, to experience the separation of life and death.

…………

Ten days later.

"Those evil wizards actually launched a sneak attack on our great world guardians in the capital, Hibiscus! We, the Tan Ding Fortress, must go to their aid, deliver a fatal blow to those reckless wizards, and show them who this world truly belongs to!"

The priests of the Temple of Annihilation were giving a powerful speech and roaring in the temple square.

Since the Temple of Annihilation lost its holy light, and priests, messengers, and divine messengers could no longer summon any divine power of Annihilation, the priests, although still revered and respected by many believers, could not effectively restrain or control some powerful locust nobles in this apocalyptic world.

This speech was the result of a stalemate in negotiations between the temple priests and the three leaders of the locust people in the city.

"The Flame Soul World belongs to the great Locust Clan! It belongs to us!"

"An evil wizard..."

"roar!"

One by one, the locust people, their blood boiling from the temple priests' rituals, shouted and roared, among them was the young and impetuous Ferald.

He has the most steadfast faith in the Dark Flame God, believing that everything in the future will inevitably change as the Flame God unleashes his divine power, thus justice defeats evil, light defeats darkness, and the Flame Soul World is restored to a beautiful and peaceful state.

A locust-man leader in the distance hesitated, but ultimately gritted his teeth, turned around and left, not intending to participate in the support operation.

As for the other two locust-man leaders, they didn't even come.

The higher the level of the locust people, the clearer their understanding. They know that the reason they are cultivating the Flame Soul Sword Dao with all their might is to one day transcend the mortal realm and become gods. Therefore, driven by their ambition, they cultivate day and night.

In this post-apocalyptic world, the leaders who hold these small towns in isolation have come to regard them as their own homes and private property.

They only wanted to protect themselves and no longer thought about trying to defeat the evil wizard on their own.

It's simply because... wizards are just too powerful, so powerful that even some rumors make them feel deeply desperate.

All they wanted to do was protect themselves in this apocalypse and survive as long as possible. This was the choice of the most ordinary yet most rational intelligent beings living in a human-like social group.

Amidst the farewells and praises of numerous locust-people civilians, a small legion of several hundred locust-people set off.

Namer, with tears streaming down her face, kept waving to Ferald.

Although she didn't want Ferald to leave, it was the call of the great Dark Destroyer Flame God, and Namer couldn't bring herself to say anything to dissuade him.

"After I slay those evil wizards, I will return bearing the glorious will of a great guardian of the world!"

Fred shouted.

"Okay! I'll wait for you!"

Namo, with tears streaming down her face, tried her best to smile and shouted goodbye to her beloved.

…………

A month later.

News of Folred's death was brought back by a small number of Locusts who had escaped from the campaign at Tandon Castle a month earlier.

People were terrified by the rumors of the wizard's evil power, incredible abilities, and cruel killing intent.

In the legends of the locust people, the wizard was portrayed as an evil and terrifying figure, much like a mythical demon.

Green continued his boring daily work, guarding the so-called order of Tan Ding Fortress, secretly researching the power of the Flame Soul, and preparing for the reconstruction of the mental framework of the Black Devouring Flame Soul Giant.

Return to the Crimson Nest at night.

Seeing that Na Yue, who was already terminally ill, was weakly praying with her mother, Green did not join in the prayer, but returned to his own room.

Nowadays, many locust people in the small town have begun to secretly question their faith, simply because the Dark Flame God no longer reveals his miracles, leaving all the locust people without any hope for the future.

"Namer is already working on Flower Street."

As soon as she entered, Kredia whispered to Green, her eyes revealing an inexplicable wicked pleasure hidden deep within her wizarding stance.

Green remained indifferent, as if everything that had happened was natural or taken for granted.

"Without Ferald's food supply, even the little food we provide is insignificant to the mother and her two daughters."

As he spoke, Green glanced silently at Na Yue outside, who was also an experimental subject he had been carefully observing for a long time.

"Perhaps soon it will be just the two of us..."

Kredia grinned wickedly and suddenly said, "I've caught a big fish. In a few days, you'll have to cooperate with me. Maybe we can secretly help the demon hunter wizard lurking in this small town."

With her long, slender fingers constantly playing with a fiery red, expensive necklace on her chest, Crétia lay comfortably in the hammock, swaying back and forth, a slight smile playing on her lips, and a cold glint in her eyes like that of a venomous scorpion.

"I am increasingly convinced that there is indeed a witch-hunting wizard lurking in the city, manipulating everything with his wisdom. Your judgment is correct."

Clearly, the wizard's ability to conceal his tracks was extremely skillful and experienced; without close contact, even Green couldn't detect him.

Green calmly observed the cold glint in Kredia's eyes, a feeling he had already experienced during his trial as a wizard apprentice.

Silently close your eyes and enter a meditative state, waiting for tomorrow to arrive.

For those who couldn't make up for the extra chapters today, I'll continue tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)