The Death Knell Messenger's voice was like a pot of boiling hot oil when he spoke.
"They're here."
In the distance, under the escort of several tall warriors, dozens of children with fear were tied up on ropes and sent to the giant holding a bronze bell.
Beaver was one of them. He was originally just an ordinary child and his father was a doctor, but just this morning, the world he knew was torn apart.
These terrible giants, carrying a deadly plague, visited his homeland and destroyed everything about him, including his parents.
Now, he must also face the choice of fate.
"Kneel down."
A majestic voice was made, and all the children knelt on the gravel all over the ground at the same time.
The bronze bell giant walked up to a child, looked at him for a while, and then touched the other person's face with his hands.
"ah----!"
The next moment, the child screamed violently, and his face began to grow chickenpox and scars quickly, and then his whole body.
He scratched himself in pain and even pulled his skin off little by little. This scene scared some children directly - literally.
He didn't even die when he fell to the ground and rotted a third, and the giant had come to another child.
“Too fragile.”
After the cruel ruling, another even more cruel death.
"Blood relationship is impure and has a slight tendency to mutate."
"cowardice."
"despicable."
"Spoiled."
……………………
Finally, when we arrived in Beaver, ten children had "dead" before. Although they had not yet died, there was no difference between their appearance and death - perhaps death was more kind.
When the bronze bell giant came in front of him, Biwei realized that the other party was so huge, and his body was much larger than she had imagined, scattering an astonishing halo, making him want to breathe.
He wanted to divert his gaze, but the other party's yellow eyes stared at him.
"I...I'm not afraid of you!"
After plucking up the courage to say this, the other party just gave him a sarcastic look, as if saying, don't give me this trick.
The next second, the bronze bell giant grabbed his chin and raised it, fixing it in the rusty hand armor piece, making his gaze last for a while.
Beaver had no choice but to look back at the other party, and then he found himself in a terrible world.
In that world, the dead people appeared again. Their facial features were twisted, their eyes were so empty, and their limbs were twisting stiffly, as if they were trying to crawl forward to survive - no, they were all dead.
The rotten skin was so loose on the head, and the things in the eyes had already been lost at this time, and disgusting white pus continued to flow out.
They moved forward and swayed. With each step, the flesh and blood cracked, revealing the scene below. The rotten and black flesh kept sliding from the body with the stench, and new tissue grew from the gap, covering the bones stained with green oil, and then continued to rot and fall off with the next activity.
In this cycle of corruption, everything is so desperate and so fearful.
In the distance, the huge demons laughed. Every breath they inhale would cause their belly to swell, and every breath would bring out a foul cloud filled with flies as big as human heads.
Beaver was in this rotten garden, and he wanted to escape desperately, but the fallen corpses kept standing up, looking for the living people around him, trying to catch him, tear him, and devour him until they turned into a corpse as broken as them.
The boy climbed up a hill, his boots were stained with dirt on the ground, his clothes were incomplete, covered with pus and oil.
Then, he saw-
In the middle of the demon, no, it seems to be a god, respected by the demons around him, and returned with fatherly love.
It shakes a twisted spire, like stirring a pot of soup, the whole earth rises and falls, meaning and law are destroyed, existence is nothing but the kindness it gives, and if he wants, everything will corrupt!
Beaver heard his parents' call and told him about his kindness.
So, the last trace of reason was gone.
How long has it been? One hour, one day, one hundred years, nothing seems to have happened.
Everything in the garden was laughing, twisting, profane, they laughed, watched, played, served, and Bevil looked and praised.
"Very good, a qualified person."
The bronze bell giant let go of Biville's chin, and at this moment, there was a blasphemy mark on the boy's forehead.
"With the blessing of the immortal father, you will plant the sacred seeds in the future and become our brother."
As he recited the loud oath, the bronze bell made three roars.
"Ferryman Ngarta, emergency order."
Suddenly, a soldier stalked over, and he was surrounded by a group of flies, buzzing.
The Death Knell Messenger opened the wet parchment paper and immediately made a surprising sound.
“Amy Girdon?”
At this time, a soldier behind him seemed to have guessed something and whispered:
"A command from the primordial."
Ngarta coughed lightly and waved at the soldiers who were escorting the boys.
“The harvest will continue, and NCO Mita takes over my duties.”
He then summoned the warrior who conveyed the order to him, and the two walked to a secluded corner.
"You must have some news, right?"
"I heard some things, brother, but... they are just rumors."
"Tell me, look."
The Death Knell Messenger hiccupped out a bunch of wriggling maggots.
"Rumor... The Holy Garden suddenly became angry, and the Primrose received the order to find something."
As early as a week ago, the news spread throughout the Legion like a plague. Somehow, it crossed the huge gap in countless spaces, was heard and reposted, and had some doubts.
After all, the Primrose has not issued orders to the Legion for a long time.
"But the place of Amyddoton, you know, is so eye-catching... the bloodthirsty lunatics of the Twelve Legions are still ashamed of their pathetic father's failure."
The warrior's helmet, who conveyed the order, cracked a gap, revealing a piece of fine barb-like teeth, like a bloodthirsty eel.
"So, without reminding us, we all know what happened there... but the Primros ordered us to find something, not to let us capture that world, maybe... we could try to make a deal with those guys."
"Those guys-"
Ngarta nodded thoughtfully.
"It's a way, just do it like that. Let Nurudin contact them and say that everything is easy to negotiate, but we must get the information we need!"
The messenger nodded and turned away, and the buzzing flies left and followed.
The Death Knives Messenger stood in the shadows, his eyes shining brightly, as if thinking about something—
"The last daughter of Isa... If she is presented to her kind father with her own hands, I will definitely be able to embark on the way of glory!"