Shadow of the Evil God

Suddenly, a sound erupted from the earth. Unlike the radiant shamanic spells, it resembled the humming of locusts, the wailing of countless souls. Strange phrases rose from the corpse-strewn ground, swirling in the air, stirring fear and unease. Cesar felt the blood mist emanating from him suddenly stir, like ripples from a stone dropped into a lake. It rapidly expanded and intersected, forming twisting circles that swept through nearby bodies...

Suddenly, the ripples shattered, and twisted circles swept through countless bodies, tearing their skin, shattering their muscles, and gushing blood like fountains. At the same time, the shining light on the sword dancers suddenly went out, as if it had been denied by some unspeakable force.

The other party then turned to the source of the ripples and discovered that a witch he had never noticed was manipulating the blood mist that was emanating from Cesar's body. Cesar was also extremely shocked. The spell that Firth was muttering was not restoring his body, but was actually utilizing the mist from the Crimson Realm. Moreover, this spell strangely achieved the effect of prohibiting spells - as if this was the origin of the secret spells of the Orvera School.

There were so many things he couldn't comprehend that Cesar couldn't think much. He just struggled to draw his sword, taking advantage of the other man's physique and agility returning to normal and charging forward. The other man thrust his sword at his chest, but he ignored it, using his ribs to meet the sword's tip and jamming it into his body, pushing forward. The sword pierced the other man's chest, splashing blood all over his face.

At this time, Gou Zi took advantage of the sword dancer's unpreparedness and shot him in the back of the neck. The broken and melted lead bullet burst everywhere in his flesh and bones, leaving a large and shocking scar.

The sword dancer could no longer stand. Cesar, however, was still able to move. He raised his foot and kicked his knee, smashing it, sending him to his knees. Blood spurted from his chest and neck, flowing down along his tattoo, which had just lightened slightly, and formed a pool on the ground. The sword dancer turned his head and looked into his eyes.

塞萨

You drew your sword and chopped off his head in the same manner as this man.

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Although after solving the problem of the pursuer, Cesar still had to get close to the two-headed snake on the verge of madness, but before that, he was really

Curious about the incident, he took a few steps forward, waved his hand to clear away the smoke that filled the room, and bent down in front of the miserable, half-dead body.

He could barely hear the faintest trace of breathing, but he wondered if the man was still alive. Perhaps he wasn't, he thought. Putting aside the fact that the sword dancer's kick had shattered the man's internal organs, the spell that had just struck him, regardless of friend or foe, was enough to destroy the life and possessions of an ordinary person. The man's skin was torn, his muscles shredded and exposed, but his throat didn't appear to be seriously injured, and he could still make some sounds.

"Can you still speak?" Cesar asked, feeling as if he had found some strange interest in this matter. Was his mind already twisted?

He only heard a few hoarse sounds and realized that the man was mute. Perhaps because his gaze was not on him, Cesar followed the dying man's gaze to the gap in the wall and saw the other mute shot by the sword dancer's arrow - the guy with the burned face, or in other words, the middle-aged porter at that time.

Was it hereditary aphasia? Or did they all burn their vocal cords one day? Cesar wasn't sure, but it was clear that the whole family couldn't speak.

"Do you wish to claim your father's inheritance?" he asked softly, feeling his unusual interest grow even stronger.

The faceless guy seemed unable to understand, but nodded numbly.

"Raise your arms if you want," he said.

Cesar watched the man struggle to raise his arm until it was halfway up. Then he took out the claw the beastman had given him and drew out all the bloody ghosts that had gathered around the middle-aged porter's death, gathering them into a ball of dark red light that bathed the entire room. He felt the beastman had given him this thing so he could absorb and utilize them, but the more he pushed for this, the less he wanted to obey.

Since he was able to use it to revive the veteran at that time, what difference would it make if he used it to revive this person now?

"This is the life of your father and all your compatriots—I'm guessing it's your father," Cesar said playfully. "From now on, these people only exist here, in your body. You rely on them to survive, which means you bear their lives, inherit the path they can no longer walk, and the things they can no longer do. Do you understand?"

The man nodded slightly, and then he placed the claw on this hand.

Chapter 80: White Nightmare Legosius

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It's the same disgusting world as always.

While the inhabitants of this world call it reality, Legosius prefers to call it the Abyss. It's a dark, confining place, overcrowded, with invisible spikes and chains everywhere, binding everything within. It rages within it, and only by using the howling souls within it to create a small gap can it find a chance to breathe.

The inhabitants of this world would feel the same suffocation if they sank to the algae-covered seabed.

It stepped out of the altar and surveyed the dark, spiky surface of the world around it, feeling a sense of oppression. Fortunately, it was still night, and the sun, emitting an eerie glow, did not hang overhead, oppressing it. Only storm clouds, swirling with blood, swirled across the sky, gathering into funnel-shaped clouds that surged toward the land and slowly over the city. The waves of blood melted the homes of the locals, like a giant hand smoothing the thorns that covered the world, bringing relief to it.

Legosius saw the two-headed snake and couldn't help but feel nostalgic. It was they who had served as the gods' tools, smoothing the thorns and cutting the chains of this cursed world, nearly wiping out the Kuna people, and the remaining ones had no choice but to flee to the other side of the plate.

If Solaire hadn't led a group of barbarians to resist stubbornly, this plate could have become their new nest. They would be able to soar freely in the sky and on the earth, instead of being trapped in temples and accepting meaningless worship.

As for the two-headed snake named Sfora, Legosius certainly recognized it. Back then, it was such a pitiful little creature, but now it had become as close to its old father.

Legosius spread his wings and ascended into the storm-shrouded clouds, soaring with longing through the blood-red chaos of the sky, toward the transforming two-headed serpent, Sfrah. Within a few moments of sinking deep into the clouds, he felt a sense of relief and contentment he had never felt before. He would guide that incomplete, defective object back into a tool of the gods; after all, that was his destiny.

The blizzard howled, and as it looked below, all that was dark was the blood stain that covered the city. Yet, Legosius could sense the inhabitants of this world crawling through the streets like a swarm of insects, their souls tainted, their desires surging, and they slaughtered each other with a bloodthirsty thirst.

It took only a moment to gaze, and it was captivated. It undoubtedly longed for the city below. Compared to those souls waiting to be devoured, what was its mission? It folded its wings and dived downward, intent on piercing the chaotic clouds and reaching that beautiful slaughterhouse.

It could already hear the screams below.

"Go and fulfill your destiny, Legotius."

The sound suddenly appeared, like a thousand blades piercing cotton

It pierced its soul, tormenting it with agony. It was forced to stop, frozen in the clouds, unable to move. It felt bound, commanded by someone through a contract it was completely unaware of. It didn't even realize what bound it.

"you

Do you feel the pain, Legotius?" the voice whispered to it.

"How dare you bind me, mortal!" it roared furiously. "You deceived my soul and wrote a contract when I was completely ignorant!?"

"As long as you know."

"Aren't you afraid of the curse? Don't you know that I will possess your soul forever after you die? No matter how you deceive me, you can't escape this!"

"I do not think I will die before you, Legotius. This is your fate, anyway," the voice announced.

Legosius was forced to change course, riding the rapidly blowing storm clouds towards Sfora. But before he could reach Sfora, he discovered three of his kind already near the two-headed snake. Two of them had just returned to the origin of the world, and the last was on the verge of death, barely alive. Although they were only three newborn individuals, and their experiences were brief, it was enough to make him wary.

It clung to the edge of the building's eaves, observing this world of chains and spikes with its first-hand vision. Soon, it saw the remnants of its past.

Legosius saw his brethren soar through the sky, breaking through the dark clouds and falling upon Sfrah in a mighty blizzard. The guidance was proceeding smoothly, but before long, he saw three black-robed mages appear near the city wall, protected by Kunar sword dancers covered in runes.

Soul-piercing spells coalesced from abstract words, transforming into dozens of dazzling beams that rose from the earth, reminiscent of the sun's eerie blaze. The intersecting beams instantly soared into the sky, piercing through the clouds and carving strange scratches across the dark sky, straighter than those drawn by a ruler or compass. The light harmed no physical objects, but as it pierced the nightmare with pinpoint precision, it bound them like a chain around a wild beast.

The beams seared the howling undead within their bodies like coals in a warehouse.

Legosius's compatriots were certainly not so fragile. He watched as two White Nightmares used their sharp claws to tear the intangible light from their bodies, just as they tore the soul from the flesh it inhabited. Another White Nightmares spewed out the burning undead within their body, transforming into countless wailing faces that gathered into a storm and swept away, tearing through the mage's protective barrier.

The burning undead washed over everything in the streets like a tide, passing through the flesh and blood, carrying with them the pain and torture they had accumulated for thousands of years, and shocking the sword dancers and the mortal humans near them.

The two White Nightmares rushed down the wall, turning the impacted flesh and blood into a disintegrating blood mist, and turning the suffering souls into delicious food, satisfying their once-in-a-lifetime hunger. Everything was so easy, until something even more evil appeared behind them.

Legosius saw the figure. The body wasn't important; what mattered was the blood-red shadow behind it. Within that shadow was a revelation from God, and for a moment, he was stunned. The ritual had ended with the fall of the Kuna nation. How could a Firstborn still exist in this era?

"Legotius, you conspired with the Beastmen to destroy the Kunar Empire, yet now you dare not deal with a newly born Firstborn?" The voice began to command it again, "Go and clear my way. Go now."

"I know who you are! Isn't this your own city?"

"Sometimes we have to trade acceptable sacrifices for unacceptable ones. That's normal."

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Ajeh didn't want to accept this other part of her identity, but sometimes, people have to make choices to achieve their hopes. To deal with these monsters, she had completely lost her human form, crawling over Sfora like a slender wolf-like beast, her hair flying in the blizzard. Her claws were sharp and curved, and between them she grasped the head of the White Nightmare, nearly as tall as a man, as if she were holding a pitiful puppy.

She looked around the city, seeing the army behind Sfora, trapped outside the city walls, the streets and crowds that would soon be eroded by filth, and the Sassulai and Frank soldiers still roaring and killing each other in the blizzard. She knew that the White Nightmares had cursed Sfora, demanding it destroy Lower Noien. Fortunately, the curse had only just ended, and there was still room for recovery.

Over the years, she had relied on Sfora's dreams to experience countless things she could never have experienced before, bearing witness to the long passage of time from the distant past to the present. Naturally, she felt an obligation to repeatedly rescue it from its long curse. To preserve its most suitable habitat deep in the steppes, ensuring it was undisturbed by the various tribes, agreeing to allow it to go on a campaign was already a significant concession. There was no turning back from the current situation.

She recalled those long years and history, and recalled what she should do now...

Concentrate on calming its restlessness.

She first needed to quell her own twisted desires and suppress her cursed nature before she could influence the other through her own soul. The reason she had survived until now, remaining uncorrupted, her mind clear and conscious, and maintaining a clear distinction between herself and the other Ajeh, was entirely due to the long history she had witnessed in Sfera's dreams. However, this lucidity could not last long, not as long as the two of them continued to coexist.

However, she can stay awake

She still had to do what she could when she was young. Whether it was the continuation of the Sasule people, the habitat and living environment of Sfera, or even finding a way to seal another Ajehe, it had to be completed before then. Death was of course the end, but in

Before she died, she could still make use of every moment of her life...

calm.......

Ajehe jerked her head up, seeing the trace of distortion flash at the edge of her vision. Though she couldn't perceive it in reality, she felt an incredibly strong imprint in another dimension, like paint poured into a bucket of water, falling from the surface to her side.

Her eyes widened, her body crawling, ready to pounce, but in an instant, she was already wounded. One moment, the White Nightmare was nonexistent, the next, it pounced from the cloud of dead souls that streamed past her. The pale, evil creature materialized amidst the dead souls, like a black mist suddenly forming a hazy phantom, which then formed a physical form out of thin air. Nightmarish images flooded her mind within a fraction of a second, imbued with the agony and confusion of countless dead bodies. The impact stunted her consciousness, nearly stretching it to a thread, and tore her spirit apart.

A gap appeared in the defenses of her flesh and soul, twisting and breaking in an instant, shattering into dust. She felt her self and consciousness being stripped away, like the dark funnel-shaped cloud in the sky, swirling and gushing out from her flesh and blood, being sucked and devoured by the dark mouth of the White Nightmare.

The pale body of this evil creature is shining with the brilliance of jade.

Chapter 81 You Don’t Have Any Position

Why did her twins disappear again? Wasn't she afraid of being affected?

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Cesar climbed the highest bell tower in the dog pit and waited for the snake to pass through its path. This was the exact spot where he had suggested Askrid fire the cannon, originally intended to deter rioters, but it had instead caused him a severe psychological shock. He had no idea where Askrid was now, or whether he was dead or alive. After all, most of the things he had done so far were done by Askrid.

He was already dizzy from the blood loss and his refusal to accept the gift of the beast's claws. Standing on the top of the bell tower and looking down, the world was spinning even more. Fortunately, while he waited and took a breath, he could still get some of the Faceless One's spare blood.

Of all the ways he could recover, this was probably the least troublesome.

Right now, this mad city was on the verge of destruction. The blood and raging winds in the sky cast a terrifying black and red outline across it. Streets and buildings were melting, yet the people were still engaged in the slaughter. Soon, the still-standing buildings beneath his feet would also melt, reduced to a heap of ruins, even though many houses had been torn to pieces by the Sassulei, and many walls were covered in scars.

From here, looking toward the giant snake, one could see past the densely packed houses and ruins of the city wall, a gaping hole in the outer city wall. That gap had been stained by surging clouds of smoke, a dark red. From the edge of the outer city wall to the perimeter of the dog pit, thick clouds rolled in, like a massive sandstorm sweeping up from the desert, forming a curtain that obscured the sky and the sun.

Wherever the curtain swept, the buildings on the surface were like sand castles on the sand, blown down by the wind, rolling and breaking into gravel, merging into the unnatural clouds connecting the sky and the earth.

The entire sky was hanging very low, as if an endless block of lead was pressing on Noien's head, and it was hanging lower and lower.

Cesar struggled to breathe, his head spinning even further. But even as he held his breath, he could still smell the stench of death, spreading from the ground to the top of the bell tower, enveloping him like a miasma. Thousands of broken bodies lay piled on the ground, their open mouths screaming at the sky, like dark, deep caves. Bloodstained arms lay intertwined and scattered everywhere, looking like layers of carefully woven woolen carpets, covered in dirt and spots.

Phils was covered in snow, her face smeared with blood and ash, and she was leaning against the railing, coughing. Cesar, needless to say, sat on the ground, panting, so filthy that it was hard to tell whether he was human or a beast. Only Gouzi stood at the edge of the bell tower, looking flawless, like a phantom goddess summoned from the corpses and blood, completely unreal.

It must be admitted that this guy has a nightmarish beauty. Because it is extremely unreal from beginning to end, he has fallen for this false beauty.

Cesar shook his head, feeling his messy hair brushing against his cheeks. The cursed tide of blood was getting closer, and he had to recover himself quickly.

Gouzi leaned over, brushed aside a few strands of hair that covered her cheeks and jaw, and bent down towards him with a smile that seemed to never change. Her light blonde hair fell like a curtain, blocking the wind and snow from his face.

She began to kiss him again, hooking his chin with her fingers and lifting it up, sending strands of sweet saliva from between her slightly open lips. She couldn't tell how much was saliva and how much was blood.

Although this scene was absurd and bizarre, much like a bird feeding its chicks, to beings like the Faceless Ones, everything in Noien really didn't matter. A city in ruins was no different from a quiet and empty hotel room.

He gradually felt something filling him. His belly, previously empty, felt an unbearable hunger spreading throughout his body, scratching at his itchy heart, demanding he devour the souls and flesh of the dead. Suddenly, however, something pressed against his chest, entering his body and spreading around his heart, making him feel as if the entire world was gradually tilting.

From the top of the bell tower to

The approaching head of the two-headed snake, which was originally an insurmountable distance, now gave him the feeling as if he had leaped from the roof to the ground, as if if he took a step forward and walked out of the edge of the bell tower, he would fall horizontally to the other side along the sky.

Cesar

Staring at the Faceless One, wondering what she had done.

"I didn't do anything," she said, her breath wet with doubt. Long strands of blood-red saliva slid down her cheeks and jaw. Suddenly, the corners of her mouth parted, and several moist, pink tongues licked his jaw upwards, like snakes crawling and slithering along his cheeks, licking all the way to the corners of his eyes. But she was still confused. Her cheeks opened further, like a bud gradually opening, wanting to devour him and savor him.

"The claw's gone." Fils said suddenly, "Did you stuff it into your clothes on your chest? It seems...it seems to have gotten in?"

Cesar thought of something and touched his blood-stained and tattered chest, but he was still confused. At this time, Gouzi pursed his cheeks and looked up at the sky, as if attracted by the howling blizzard in the air.

He followed the dog's gaze and saw a gray-haired wolf-like creature falling from the sky. It was a wolf, but only had a wolf head. Its body was more human-like, reminding Cesar of the beastmen he had seen in the Crimson Realm. It had a slender waist, thin shoulders, a narrow, hunched back, and limbs similar to those of a human, ending in sharp claws stained with black blood. The wolf howled as it fell, a strange black mist lingering around it like a maggot, as if it were suffering inhuman pain.

The moment it got closer, the torment that had caused it pain was transmitted to him, giving him exactly the same feeling.

Its consciousness was being stripped away, its thoughts being pulled, and his consciousness was also being stripped away, his thoughts being pulled. It was being tortured by the pervasive pain, and that pervasive pain was spreading from its heart to every part of its body, like a dense mass of teeth gnawing at its insides.

Empathy? Why?

The feeling of his body being filled with a foreign object became stronger. It not only spread from his heart to all parts of his body, but even penetrated through his skin and seeped into his bone marrow.

Cesar felt the noise around him subside, and the boundary between him and the outside world became blurred. What entered his body completely filled him and pushed him to take a step toward the edge of the bell tower.

The world tilted, and he too tilted and fell, toward the sky, seemingly plunging into a sea of ​​clouds in the abyss. An instant later, he landed a foot on the wolf's back. The gray-white beast was about the size of a house. A powerful tremor spread, and a pale, faceless monster emerged from the black mist.

White nightmare.

Cesar opened his mouth to speak, but what came out was not human language, but the growl of a wolf. And it wasn't his own growl, but the growl of a being within him. Something possessed him, giving him an incomprehensible feeling...

The giant wolf, respite from the momentary interruption, immediately lashed out with a claw, pushing the White Nightmare away from it. The evil creature slammed into the ground like a tossed anchor, even its massive wings unable to cushion the impact. But Cesar knew that this creature's flight wasn't based on wings; it was able to float in the void, completely untethered to the earth.

This White Nightmare was even stranger—it vanished the instant it struck the ground, then plummeted from above, carrying them with it into the bell tower, smashing through the roof and shattering the beams from which the bells hung. The bell rumbled down with a deafening echo, piercing the railings and tumbling dozens of meters down the corpse-strewn street, its echo echoing across half the city as it filled the air with dust.

"Why have you come? Why is she possessed by you?" The wolf turned to face him, kneeling on all fours, back arched, and its mouth wide open.

She? That guy from the Crimson Realm? Cesar pondered as he placed Fils in his arms on the rubble. "To stop the monsters you released, I guess."

"Sfra is not a monster," the other party corrected.

"It's cursed," Fils pointed out immediately.

Gray Wolf glanced at her and said, "I'm trying to stop this, but you've also released monsters to stop me. So why are you here?"

"I don't want to see Lower Noyen burned." Cesar said quickly, "If you can get that snake to retreat, I can hold the White Nightmare for you, but you..."

"Truce? I'll try, but I can't promise."

Cesar frowned hard, "I'll use the snake I helped you calm down to make sure it's okay. Do you understand?"

"Okay, but you'd better stay awake while being possessed, otherwise you will lose yourself and your body will change hands." The other party exhaled.

Cesar noticed that the other person seemed to be a temporary hire as well. The emotions conveyed through his empathy were unmistakable and genuine. "It seems you don't have a position, either?"

"There aren't many people who take a stand," it hissed. "Also, I'd like to borrow your little mage. All the shamans nearby have been killed."

The thing was approaching them.

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