Elden Clergyman

Although he had wandered around the map for a long time before and had been to cemeteries and caves, until just now, he had a vague feeling that this world, as a soul world, seemed to be missing something.

And now, he finally realized what was missing.

"That's the atmosphere of the underworld..."

There just aren't enough corpses, and the lighting is a little bright. It would be even better if there were some skewers with the corpses on the side, and some faint wailing.

Taking out the hound's fangs, Lord took a step forward.

After using a throwing knife to lure out and deal with the first few hybrids, Lord continued forward and encountered another pumpkin-headed elite monster.

After solving the problem again, he turned around and came to a corner behind Pumpkin Head. There was a ladder leading upwards. Next to the ladder, stood a strange hybrid.

It is tall, with scaly skin, wings on its back, a larger throat sac than ordinary hybrids, and a head covered with numerous and twisted horns.

On one side of his cheek was a black fragment that Lord had seen on Chaos.

Is this an elite monster?

Lord walked over, but until he stood in front of the other party, the strange hybrid had no intention of attacking him. He just looked up at the humans and hybrids who were still fighting on the city wall and sighed softly.

"In the past, life was intermingled and indistinguishable."

"But now, the evolution of life and the progress of civilization have brought about differences and contradictions..."

He turned his head and looked at Lord.

"My friend who has come from afar, what do you think of this matter?"

"Can't understand."

In response to the strange hybrid's question, Lord shook his head. "If you're asking how to resolve the conflict over there, then I suggest you go over there and beat up both sides. Then, see whoever still has the energy to fight back, and then beat them up again until no one is left."

Strange hybrid: "..."

"My friend, this joke is not funny."

"I'm not kidding either."

Lord thought about it and suddenly realized.

"Oh, are you worried that you can't win? Then I can go with you."

"...Is there no solution other than violence?"

"No."

Lord pointed to the hybrid corpse on the ground.

"When I was killing those hybrids just now, I noticed the injuries on their bodies. They didn't seem to be recent, and there were quite a lot of them. They must have been abused for a long time. Now their brains are even beaten out. I don't think this kind of conflict can be resolved with just words."

"That's really... a very concise and clear statement."

He paused.

"So what do you think about this?"

"See with your eyes."

Lord said casually, "All kidding aside, as a human, I'm definitely on the human side. But I can't say that the hybrids deserve to be treated like this and can't fight back. But if you tell me there weren't any accidental injuries or killings during this level of riot, I don't believe it."

This was not Lord's blind guess. In fact, because he was afraid of missing the light spot, he observed the ground on the way here.

Among the human corpses, only a few were wearing soldier armor, and the rest...

Lord shook his head.

"Besides, I'm here to deliver a letter, not to be a moral judge."

"...delivering a message?"

The strange hybrid was stunned. He had been thinking for a long time about why this person came here, and was even mentally prepared to fight him as soon as they met. But delivering a letter...

"Who are you sending the message to? If necessary, I can take you there with my wings."

"Oh, that's not necessary. I'm planning to explore the map. If you have nothing else to do, I'll go deliver the letter first."

"can."

After the conversation, Lord climbed up a ladder nearby and began to explore the map, clearing out the hybrids and humans who were blocking the way.

Yes, hybrids and humans. Although he didn’t know why, it seemed that the people in Moen City also regarded him as an enemy, and sometimes they would even join forces with the hybrids to attack him.

So Lord spent some time cleaning up the map.

The strange hybrid following behind him had a subtle expression.

Although he had already sensed during their previous interactions that the other party didn't seem to discriminate against mixed races, and was similar to him in some ways...

But now, He realized that the other party's non-discrimination seemed to be a little different from His own non-discrimination.

He felt that humans and hybrids, born from the same furnace and once indistinguishable from each other, were of the same kind and should not be as divided as they are now, or even fighting each other.

But the other party was completely the opposite, killing them all without discrimination.

And, it seems to be really useful.

but......

"Aren't you here to deliver a letter?"

"Yes, but it doesn't prevent me from exploring the map."

As they chatted, Lord found the target of the letter, Irena's father, the city lord Edgar, who was sitting at the highest point.

"Oh, I haven't seen you before. I'm Edgar, and I'm here to defend this city under Lord Greg's orders..."

"But you've seen the embarrassing situation we've been in now. The servants all rebelled, and we thought they were doing their jobs. It turns out it was just a deception. They're truly defilers, their hearts as filthy as well."

"Even if you have any requests, the current Morn City cannot respond. This is a small gift of apology. Please accept it. Now, leave quickly. There is no reason to risk your life here."

"Hmm? A letter from Irena? I see... Thank you for taking care of my daughter, but I can't leave yet. As the ruler of Morn City, I can't let that sword fall into the hands of the defiler..."

"Hybrids are not defilers. They are just like you, beings from the past, one and the same."

The strange hybrid walked out, and the moment Edgar saw him, he became alert.

But soon, Edgar realized that something was wrong, because although this hybrid looked strange, there was no blood on his body, and it was obvious that he did not participate in the riot.

"you......"

Edgar wanted to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, he saw the strange hybrid's throat sac swell up, and then spewed a large ball of golden flames at him.

After a while, the flames dissipated. Edgar, who thought he would be burned to death, was surprised to find that there was no scar on his body, even...

Full of power?

No, that's not right.

Edgar suddenly felt something and reached out to touch his head. There, he saw horns similar to those of a strange hybrid that had grown out of him without him noticing.

The arms are also covered with a layer of hard scales.

Edgar froze in place, his expression gradually becoming dull.

He became a hybrid?

"You're right. Sometimes, using force directly does make things easier."

The strange hybrid looked at Lord and nodded.

"Come with me, I know where the sword is and I can take you to find it."

Lord glanced at the changes in Edgar's body and couldn't help but poke the strange hybrid.

"Dude, bro, can I learn this?" This transformation is quite cool, and it looks like it can add a lot of attributes.

But the strange hybrid did not answer, but took him all the way to a golden fog gate outside the city.

After pushing the door open and entering, there was a lion hybrid holding a strange big sword inside. However, after the two entered, he did not attack. Instead, after a moment of daze, he handed the big sword to the strange hybrid with both hands in a very respectful manner, and then stepped aside.

Standing in the center of the field, the strange hybrid slowly turned around and looked at Lord.

"My friend, I apologize for doubting you earlier."

A golden flame ignited on the sword skeleton, emitting the luster of life.

"Before this, I always thought that you and 'it' were similar beings, with the same destruction, the same chaos, and the same crazy behavior."

"But now, I feel that perhaps, handing my power over to you can be used more appropriately."

"Life has become fragmented, the errors of civilization have brought distortion, and the fragments outside the world make everything unpredictable."

"I don't agree with 'It's' philosophy of letting everything return to chaos, but perhaps, some destruction is indeed necessary to reshape a new order."

"I don't understand." Lord shook his head and took out his hound fangs: "Anyway, we have to have a fight, right?"

"You can understand that."

He stood up, and a magnificent and complex golden pattern appeared behind him. The various organs on his body also slowly changed, as if hundreds of creatures were integrated into everything.

Chaos is indescribable, but it gives people a feeling of vitality.

He raised his head, golden flames burning in his eyes.

"Please accept this power."

He said.

Then he raised the sword high.

Hundreds of aspects are displayed.

Chapter 21: Primitive life forms are coming!

The fire is burning.

In the cemetery outside the city of Moren, with the rise of golden flames, the lives that were once blended into one and indistinguishable from each other were once again revealed to the world.

Scales appeared on the surface of the body, hard enough to withstand steel.

It has wings on its back and can drop from the sky to strike hard.

The centaur leaped on all fours, trampling the ground with its body, unleashing a powerful impact.

The fire-breathing throat sac, the frog's tongue, the pounding of the rhino's horn, the sweep of the dragon's tail...

The octopus's strike, the crab's claws' smash, the lobster's sniper, the porcupine's golden needles...

There are many skills and they are very diverse. Moreover, every once in a while, with the changes in body parts, new abilities will replace the original old modules, disrupting the rhythm that has just been adapted.

Logically speaking, such a powerful boss should be a dung monster.

But Lord was enjoying the fight, and even halfway through, he put away his hound's fangs and took out his small wooden stick to avoid too much bleeding damage.

How should I put it...

Although this guy's moves are complicated and he often changes phases to disrupt the rhythm, each of his moves is very consistent with 'cognition'.

When you see his throat sac bulging, you know he is about to spray something; when you see his tentacles raised, you know he is about to smash down; when you see him spread his wings, you know he is about to fly up and smash down.

There are no nervous attacks, no delayed attacks, and no weird judgments.

Even if it is a move you have never seen before, as long as you see the newly grown part, you will almost instinctively realize what kind of attack method it will be, when it will be attacked, and how to avoid it. After completing a set of attacks, there will be considerable free time for people to output and recover.

Because that is the purest 'life' without any techniques or other things mixed in.

The moves are numerous and precise, and the constantly changing stages bring different feelings. The interactivity between each move is directly maximized, and it is not just a memorization...

It feels very comfortable to play.

And besides the fighting, the performance of this battle was also very good.

From the initial mixture of various organs, to the beginning of physical distinction and organization, to only a single organ left to attack.

There are fewer and fewer things, but after being simplified, those things have formed their own "division of labor" and "logic", becoming more powerful.

The whole process is gradual, as if the evolution and transformation of life are condensed into this entire battle.

At first Lord was a little confused as to why this old man had to fight with him when they were chatting peacefully, but after the fight, he understood.

"In the past, life was intermingled and indistinguishable."

No matter how many simple and pale words are used to describe it, they are just cold words.

But now, that strange hybrid brother used an entire battle to show everything in front of him and interpret the meaning of this sentence.

"Is this how life at the border evolved?"