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Edward kicked away the corpse lying in front of him and looked down at his students in front of him. The tall young man huddled under the tree, covering the huge wound on his abdomen with one hand, frowning, and his lips were bloodless. His fingers were frozen.

His body was green and white, and it looked stiff, but it still didn't loosen up, sticking close to his abdomen to prevent his internal organs from flowing out. In the cold winter, there was neither frost nor snow on Richard's body, and a trace of white mist leaked from his mouth.

It is the only living thing that still has warmth.

The corpses lying around were frozen solid, and the snow fell into their torn limbs or their eyes widened unwillingly, and did not melt away for a long time.

"..." Can't even maintain the state of a puppet?

After watching quietly for a few seconds, Edward put up a spiritual wall around him, pressed his cane against Richard Ernst's shoulder, and turned the body lying on his side over. He saw constant wounds on the young man's body.

Healed and torn, blood poured out from his abdomen. His eyes were dull, and his dilated pupils were staring at a certain point in the void. His breathing was chaotic, and his face was covered with cold sweat and blood stains. He seemed to be immersed in something that he could not wake up from.

In a dream.

It's Rune, the devil thought.

He knelt down, half-knelt on the ground, raised Richard's head, straightened his face and said, "Look at me."

"Wake up." Edward looked into the other person's eyes, "It's so embarrassing, Richard Ernst, you are actually trapped in a nightmare dream?"

The name recited in this tone made the possessed Richard react somewhat. His dull eyes reunited with difficulty, and he mobilized the last bit of his extraordinary ability to break through the demonic barrier, but he lost control because of his poor condition.

Signs. His pupils stood up, his fangs grew out, the knee joints of his legs twisted backwards strangely, clumps of gray hair sprouted from his cheeks, and at the same time, his body became partially weakened - he trembled violently,

After a long while, these curses gradually faded away from him.

He took a sharp breath and finally fully recovered his human appearance. The calamity on his body still continued to tear apart his wounds. Richard, who had not yet recovered from the huge physical and mental damage, closed his eyes, and then looked at his own.

The teacher defended himself angrily:

"No." He said, "I didn't... embarrass you. I seriously injured a demigod from the Church of the Night and killed his followers."

"What did you dream about?"

"I... dreamed..." his voice was hoarse and intermittent, "I dreamed that the Highland Kingdom was destroyed... people became slaves... a dream exactly like the current world... it was too real, and now the Highlands can no longer hold on.

I went down, so I didn’t realize I was dreaming.”

"That is indeed what will happen." Edward showed no emotion. "You saw it in advance and you are mentally prepared."

...Richard closed his eyes and fell slumped in Edward's arms. After a few minutes, he regained some energy and continued to murmur like a dream: "...Teacher, I feel confused.

Si'a is leading the splintered apostates to carry out terrorist attacks on colonial officers and soldiers, but the Church of the Bound God led by the princess remains indifferent. Teacher, is my struggle really meaningful?"

"No. Well, if you cannot resist independence in the next hundred years, then history books will record you as ignorant indigenous remnants who go against the trend of history." Edward answered this question.

"You don't have to be so direct..."

"You no longer need to help the Death Church clean up the Seven Gods' believers who have lurked in, because just now, the Bailang royal family was destroyed."

Richard's breathing paused. He opened his eyes.

"Emperor Balam is dead. His crown was collected by Lun as trophies. Only the eldest princess Shia Palenque Eggers of the royal Eggers family fought her way out of the siege with the help of her personal guards. Now Balam's throne is

They have stolen the playthings of the generals of the Northern Continent. They scrambled to plunder them. They even scraped off the gold leaves in the palace and took them away. The fire in the capital has been burning for three days. So you don’t have to rush there. The journey will take at least another three days. Wait.

If you go there, you can probably only help them clean up their charred bones."

"...The Balam Empire has been destroyed..."

The mixed-race colonists in the southern continent murmured to themselves, with unconcealed sorrow on their faces: "Will the Highlands become a puppet regime?"

Edward was silent, and then spoke. The cruelty in his words made Richard unable to breathe: "Why support the Highland Kingdom?"

"In terms of area, the Balam Empire's territory is more than twice yours. In terms of historical background, the Highland Kingdom has only been established for more than a hundred years. It cannot be compared with the Church of Death, and its overall strength is far behind. The Highland royal family cannot

It is easy to control such a large territory and so many people. The best way is to destroy the highlands, then let Balam annex you, and then support the puppet regime of the Balam Empire. The Eggers royal family is dead.

There are many spineless and weak nobles."

"..." The scarred Richard pursed his lips tightly, saying nothing, and finally closed his eyes again tiredly.

Edward Vaughan obviously didn't care about this. There was nothing in this world that he really cared about. He squinted his eyes and looked at his students. This time he saw the layered thread of fate again. If it was still a spider web thirty years ago,

, then it may be regarded as a sparse cocoon now. It's just that the lines are decreasing one by one, because the people whose ends are connected to the southern continent are dying one by one.

The Angel of the Abyss looked at these intermittent lines for a long time, and then the expression on his face settled into a smileless sneer.

But His voice was still calm, making it difficult for people to tell his true thoughts and feelings: "This time I don't come for the Highland Kingdom. My destination is the third largest city of Balam. I want to complete my ritual."

"Your ritual..."

Richard, who was very sleepy and had a splitting headache, recited it again in a half-asleep state without thinking at all. Then he suddenly struggled in horror, broke away from the teacher's arms, and forced the broken arm with his hands regardless of the wound on his abdomen.

Support your upper body with your arms:

"You're going to Mildron!"

"There...the permanent population there is 600,000!"

"Yes. I am going to spread filth, spread fear, and bring the majesty and judgment of the governor of the Northern Continent." Edward stood up, lowered his aloof gaze, and spoke slowly, his voice cold and calm, "You can let

They run away before tomorrow morning comes."

Richard subconsciously looked up at the sky, only to see that he had been unconscious for a long time, and the sun had already set above the sea in the west. He took a breath, gritted his teeth and pushed his body to stand up, but failed three times in a row. He needed to

He needs to rest and regain his energy. Right now, he may not be able to defeat even a mid-sequence Beyonder. The tearing pain hits his whole body, every cell is wailing, the blood flows into his eyes and forms scabs, and the pain in his abdomen

The organs fell heavily and the intestines fell from the fingers. Richard had no choice but to arch his back and kneel on the ground in pain again.

"...I can't...I can't let them..."

"The filth of human nature...greed, fear, selfishness, cowardice. You let kind people fall to evil or die, let evil people be killed by greater evil or their own conscience, shatter people's beliefs, and extinguish hope."

…until the last man dies for his own sins…”

Seeing that his voice was getting weaker and weaker, and he was about to faint from the pain, Edward added nonchalantly: "Then, sin will flow in these cities forever, creating hell and abyss on earth."

Slaughter is a boring thing. It lacks artistic sense for high-level demons, just like cooking a piece of meat without adding seasonings.

Inducing the depravity of human nature is the right thing to do. Provide a sufficiently closed space and some sufficiently attractive conditions to spread terror, maliciously drive up prices, spread rumors, sow discord, and maximize the freedom of people in an extremely terrifying environment.

Feel free to do evil.

Build an isolated city that denies all goodness and virtue, and only desires and sins are rampant. If you want to give food to others, then people will rush into your home and snatch the food. In the end, the whole family will be dead on the street, and you will be charged with being stingy. If it is

Generals who defend the city, no matter how tenacious you are, your soldiers will make wrong judgments in panic and despair after rumors spread. In the end, you will be killed by the rioting people and soldiers, and you will not even be able to die heroically.

.Then they killed each other, and the cross-flowing filth soaked into the ground and spread to the distance, and the dead could never rest in peace.

"Three massacres... In fact, you didn't kill anyone yourself... but all of them died..."

Richard spit out a mouthful of blood after saying a word. He felt that his head and feet were as heavy as stones, and the sound and light were getting further and further away from him. But he successfully stood up and staggered towards the distance, his footprints deep.

One shallow, each one is filled with blood.

"Thank you for your kindness, even if only one can escape..."

Edward looked at him without stopping or helping.

251

When the sky was getting slightly dark, Garland came back from outside. He had arranged Sharf's residence and identification.

However, as soon as he opened the door of the almshouse converted from his old church, he heard faint conversations coming from the basement.

He was greatly surprised. The underground warehouse was usually only used to store some supplies, equipment and medicines. Most of the people who went to get things hurried in and out. Why was it so busy today? There seemed to be many people talking to each other?

He walked around the hall to the basement stairs with ease, and happened to bump into the caregiver who was carrying a bag of bread and vegetables upstairs. Garland reached out to the caregiver and asked, "What happened down there?"

Seeing him come back, the nurse suddenly felt like he had met his savior. He smiled bitterly and sighed: "He's not the young man you brought here, sir."

Garland frowned: "What trouble did he cause?" Is this little fat nobleman still domineering in my territory?

"Well...well, you'll know when you go down and take a look. It's not a bad thing." The nurse had a look of dumbfounding on his face, but he was busy distributing food to everyone, so he didn't talk to Garland De.

Garland De walked down hesitantly. As soon as he arrived at the door of the underground warehouse, before he entered, he heard someone's annoyed voice.

"Wrong again! This is already the fifth time. Why did you make such a simple assembly wrong five times? You can't be a mechanic like this."

Garland De was surprised. This voice... seemed to be that craftsman? What was he doing here?

He pushed open the door and saw a fat man named Sharf Maxwell walking back and forth in the warehouse, like a ball rolling everywhere. During this period, he kept instructing other workers to repair old and damaged equipment, holding a small bag in his hand.

Folding documents. He rolled up his sleeves, and there was a lot of grease on his clothes. The cloak he used to camouflage was now dirty. He looked like an ordinary technician, different from the overly curious and curious one when he first came in the afternoon.

The aristocratic little fat man who is fearless and a little willful is completely different from the other two.

It seems inappropriate to say guidance. Under the watchful eye of Garland, Sharf watched a young worker working for five minutes, then suddenly slapped the apprentice on the shoulder, and said in a strange and disbelieving way: "You are wrong too.

Oh! My God, is it possible that none of you can adjust this simple problem? Do you think this precision adjustment shaft is installed like this?! Look here, here, and here..." He used force on a few wrong places.

Pointing back and forth, the parts of the semi-finished product were flying around, "The places that should be tightened are so loose, and the adjusting shaft is stuck so tightly! Do you have a grudge against the user - do you want him to be killed by the beam while working?"

The technician apprentice, who was about the same age as Sharf, rubbed his forehead in frustration, took a deep breath, and tightened the screws again and again.

It's really a bit bullying for a mid-level craftsman to do this. After all, there is no Extraordinary among this group of people... Garland hesitated to speak, but he didn't feel angry. And Sharf saw that the apprentice could correct his mistakes after he knew them.

, reluctantly let him go, picked up the document in his hand and read it at a glance... Within a few seconds, he tutted again: "One-fifth of the drugs in use have expired? How dare you give expired drugs to patients?

use?"
To be continued...