Chapter 350

What emotional changes do humans have in the face of despair?

Is it darkness, is it blood?

Is it awakening, is it light?

At this moment, human emotions become elusive, and even the wise can't guess the trajectory of things.

The dilapidated camp was divided into two distinct groups.

In the West are survivors who have not yet experienced detection. Most of them still keep hope and look at their sides in fear.

In the East are those infected with the plague who have completely lost hope. They bear loneliness and loneliness alone and face the arrival of death.

Fear?

fear.

Scared?

fear.

The once beautiful life like a rainbow is broken day and night, leaving a gray color.

They can only lick their wounds silently and feel that their bodies gradually melt and dissipate in the spreading plague and turn into earthy brown pus.

The feeling of pain and itching attacked the nerve, and the sound of pain and wailing sounded from time to time.

The night is getting darker and darker, and different emotions breed in the infected group.

With the dark figure wandering away, the emotion called hatred rises slowly.

Accumulated for a long time, it broke out at this moment.

[why can't I survive?]

[why should I suffer from the plague?]

[I treat life with infatuation. Why do I get self destruction?]

[my heart is dead, then let the cruel hatred burst my chest!]

In the dark green plague, a desperate man climbed up his broken body, and the stench floated away with the wind.

In their lifeless eyes, hatred filled the air. They hated the world, those who kept hope, and Valoran collar.

Roar!

The hoarse voice of anger sounded, and countless figures took advantage of the night to attack the camp in the West.

There was a voice of resistance, but it turned into ashes in the flame of hatred.

The stench, mixed with the smell of blood, covered the dark night sky.

The white string moon hid behind the clouds, as if she couldn't bear to see the miserable situation of the plain.

"God of hatred, rise from the gloomy abyss!" Abda was wearing a cloak and covered his face with dark green pustules, destroying his former face.

He wanted to wait, waiting for more people, but there was an inexplicable voice urging him.

Abda sniffed the muddy smell in the air and looked intoxicated.

"The power of faith? Is that it?"

He gently opened his palm, surrounded by green smoke like power, like a poisonous snake holding his head up and spitting out his tongue, and yearned for a fresh soul in his scarlet eyes.

This is the power that suddenly appeared in his heart on the eve of night.

"This is not faith! This is the power gained by giving others hatred!"

"I want more!"

Abda looked at the detection array established in the temple of wealth and the dense jungle with the breath of life.

The bloody scenes in the afternoon told him the terrible strength of Valoran's collar.

However, the hatred extinguished his shrewdness as a businessman, leaving madness and revenge.

"Start spreading, plague!"

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The desperate who destroyed the ruined camp, move on.

Countless roars resound through the dark night sky. Even those who are bright in the face of despair are completely lost in the wave.

They turned into evil spirits in the abyss and rushed to the stone camp.

Even the cold remains that have not been removed can not stop them from moving forward, and the color of madness is all over their eyes.

Boom!

The detection array of the temple of wealth was destroyed in the impact of the crowd, and the crowded figures entered the dense jungle with green glow under the night with eager eyes.

The strong breath of life makes the most desperate person have a trace of clarity. The broken pustules have faint signs of healing, but they still haven't been removed.

Then, without waiting for their reaction, the crowd behind them squeezed them out, occupied a position, closed their eyes and enjoyed the baptism of life.

Unfortunately, hope did not rise again.

The plague remained in the body, and the roar of hatred resounded through the night sky.

"Poor bastards, it seems that blood has not taught you fear!"

Under the night, the flame shines.

Dreus had been waiting at the camp wall, staring at the resistance driven by hatred.

These garbage do not clearly recognize the gap between the two sides.

"Wassman, execute them!"

With cold words, the trefari soldiers behind him gladly took command, and the sound of bowstring suddenly sounded.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Iron arrows shuttle through the dark night, reaping the lives of desperate people, and nailing the wailing before death to the plain.

The so-called charge was a joke in front of the trefari Legion soldiers and the noxas Legion.

A broken corpse was left in the plain, dyed red with grass, and the stench gradually became strong.

When floating to the camp, it was blocked by layers of pale gold brilliance and strong breath of life.

Dreus looked at everything in front of him indifferently. This was just the prelude to the outbreak of the plague. What he cared about was the subsequent spread of the crowd.

Turning his head to see the shadow under the fire altar, he nodded slightly. He knew that the other party would understand.

Light blue stars scattered, shadows stretched out from the camp, and the package cried to the fading despair.

Like the blade of darkness, harvesting the last survivors.

There is no taboo in ninja. The power of the shadow gives shadow flow disciples unique attributes. They easily avoid the possible plague infection.

In a moment, the battle of asymmetric strength ended.

The blazing flame burned in the plain, swallowing the cold corpses under the night.

Abda leaned down on the ground and dared not move. Revenge and madness had disappeared as early as death came.

He thought of Valoran's military power in the turmoil of stoke Kingdom, and fear dominated his body.

Until the flame gradually extinguished, the night gradually faded, and a touch of fish belly white light loomed in the sky.

"HMM..." the tingling sensation came from his legs. Abda couldn't help but make a sound, and then subconsciously covered his mouth. His face full of dark green pustules showed the color of panic.

It seems to be aware that there is no one around, and the green smoke power soothes the plague body.

He secretly made up his mind to stay away from the Valoran collar and continue to spread the plague because

The feeling of being alive is really

The bright sky passed in an instant, and a touch of extreme deep darkness came. Then the headless body fell to the ground, splashing the dust accumulated last night.

"No one can escape his shadow, can they?"

......................

It's over!

Dreus watched the plain area in front of the camp turn into fine ashes, and the morning breeze blew and stirred some dust.

A faint smile appeared in the indifferent pupil, dissipated immediately, turned and left.

Looking back, he looked at the location of the temple of wealth.

Although the light was not on last night, dreus always felt his eyes staring outside the camp.

"God? Some curious."

Longing to hide in his heart, he rushed to the room where modrian lived.

Last night's incident told him that the camp needed enough strength to face the next situation.

......................

Night passes and dawn falls.

Silver gray light fell from the sky, shining on the fortress of fosbairo, on the scarlet city wall, and on the ruins of broken walls.

Shining on a nearly materialized dark green fog.

In the diffuse plague fog, mixed with the sobbing of jackdaws.

In the hazy, you can see the shadow of a man, like living in an illusion, with ferocious and rotten faces emerging one after another.

"Huh? Dead? The seed of the plague?"

A low voice sounded in the ruins of the largest building in the fortress, which was once the castle of the naku family.

After the fortress was broken, it was destroyed in the hands of lizard soldiers.

A figure with dark green fog came out slowly from the inside, and countless pustules were densely covered in the exposed skin.

From time to time, pustules burst, and earthy brown pus spilled onto the ground, eroding a faint white mist.

"Is it the west?" the figure seriously infected with the plague raised his face, and he could vaguely see the shadow of krabus from his rotten face.

Unexpectedly, the noble young master did not die but survived after opening the sacrificial array in the secret room.

"If you die, you'll die. There are many seeds anyway." krabs continued to walk with his head down, leaving a path of plague along the way.

"And soon... Soon more seeds will grow!"

"Hehe, do you think so? Uncle Marshall!"

The dense plague fog formed a monster shape behind krabs, and the thick dark green saliva seemed to condense like plague, drip behind him, and then immerse into the interior of his body.

Look closely, the rotten body seems to lack something, some strange feeling.

Chest position.

Heart!?

The original heart has long disappeared, and now beating is a dark green plague ball.

The inexplicable trembling sound is mixed with dragging footsteps, and the interwoven tune is like the devil's whisper, floating gently.