When Chen Zhi turned around, he found that everyone had disappeared, and he was the only one left in the entire desert. The fire in the desert was still burning, but no one was shouting or running anymore.
Yan's corpses were lined up in the desert, and everything in the world became quiet.
"Look what you have done...",
A childish voice sounded behind Chen Zhi...
Chen Zhi turned his head fiercely and saw endless yellow sand behind him. The scorching sun hung in the sky. The sand on the ground was burning white smoke. There was a hell of hot yellow sand everywhere.
And on the yellow sand, a man wearing a tattered black robe is slowly walking towards the sunset...
It was a man about three meters tall, shirtless, with a tattered black robe covering his body and head. A pair of bare feet were burned to pieces by the hot sand, and there was a rope tied to his ankle.
The huge shackles made every step he took very difficult.
But this man still kept walking. He kept walking, and kept walking, but he still stayed in that position and could never get out of this desert.
Chen Zhi couldn't see his face, but he could clearly see that there was a red gold armband on the crook of his right arm, with a huge scorpion clearly carved on it.
"God of the Desert~~~~~, God of the Desert~~~~~, tell me, what can I get in exchange for my son's eyes..."
A strange song suddenly sounded in the desert. Only then did Chen Zhi feel that the desert in front of him was actually an image. What he saw in front of him was like a picture that had been stagnant for thousands of years, and here he was.
Just watching, and the desert that is so close will always be out of reach.
But the strange singing sounds kept coming into his ears like ghosts.
"O God of the Desert! O God of the Desert!
Can I use my wife's life in exchange for victory?
Take it~~~, take it~~~, I will never regret it!
God of the desert! God of the desert!
Can I win with my mother's heart?
Take it~~~, take it~~~, I will never regret it!
God of the desert! God of the desert!
Can I buy victory with the eyes of my eldest son?
Take it, take it, I will never regret it.
Desert God! What can I use in exchange for eternal life? My dirty soul? Why don’t you answer..."
This ballad is completely in ancient Egyptian, with a very weird rhythm and the chaotic tones of prehistoric civilization. But for some reason, Chen Zhi can understand it completely, and his whole body feels horrified when he hears it. It seems like he is listening to the cries of countless innocent souls.
"I did not accept his soul...",
The childish voice just now suddenly sounded behind Chen Zhi.
Chen Zhi turned around fiercely. Standing in front of them was the girl who had appeared in his dream. The girl still looked the same as in the dream, with messy brown hair and a tattered robe covered with coagulated blood.
Eyeballs~~~, she was suspended in the air, looking down at Chen Zhi with her empty eye holes.
"I did not accept the Scorpion King's soul because he is no longer human and his soul is worthless!
And what about you? A descendant of a god from a foreign country, you ignored my advice and finally released the devil..."
"The Scorpion King is the devil you created! It was you who gave him eternal life. This is not a sin I committed!",
As Chen Zhi answered, he found that his body was too stiff to move, but his lips could still speak. It seemed that the God of the Desert had not deprived him of the opportunity to argue. Then he heard the girl continue to say,
"The gods must keep their promises! Even if this promise is a sin...",
When the girl spoke, she looked at Chen Zhi with her lips motionless,
"The devil from ten thousand years ago has been taken into the deepest part of the desert by me. He will wander there forever, forever lost. He is not the devil I said..."
"Then what devil are you talking about..." As soon as Chen Zhi said these words, his heart suddenly went cold. A horrifying thought came from his mind. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the desert behind him.
I saw that the whole desert was burning with raging fire, and the charred corpses were displayed in the desert like a sea of corpses, with thousands of them countless, nakedly displaying his crimes.
"Do you still need to argue?",
The girl behind asked in a childish voice,
"In front of the scale of judgment, there is no life in vain. Whose hands did those innocent lives die in?"
"You mean...",
Chen Zhi looked at the charred corpses scattered in front of him, and at the painfully twisted faces in front of him, "You mean, I am...".
"Yes!",
The girl's voice suddenly became heavy and cold,
"Goddess of the East, do you finally understand? You are the devil of this desert..."
After the girl finished speaking, she suddenly opened her mouth wide, and her terrifying big claws extended from her mouth and grabbed Chen Zhi's neck.
The claws were extremely powerful, and they grabbed Chen Zhi high up. The girl quickly flew into the air like an eagle, and the cold and heavy voice sounded throughout the desert.
"Goddess of the East, look, what have you done with your powerful abilities? Killing!"
The girl quickly took Chen Zhi and circled in the air, and then landed in the middle of a pile of corpses. Among the corpses was a six or seven-year-old young disciple. His lower body had been completely burned, and his throat had been burned and broken.
He was holding his neck and lingering for breath, his eyes full of pain and despair.
Next to him, a female disciple in black robe was hugging him. The woman's back had been completely burned, but she was holding her child tightly in her hands.
"Look at them...",
The voice of the God of the Desert poured into Chen Zhi's ears. The voice was very hoarse, as hot as the hot desert.
"Aren't they children? Aren't they mothers? Aren't they lives? Isn't life meaningful only to the people you care about? You killed them...",
"You can't blame me...",
I don't know why, Chen Zhi's soul trembled. He didn't dare to look directly at everything in front of him, let alone the girl's face, as if he was facing the final judgment.
"There was a reason for my actions. They were the ones who attacked me first. I cannot be entirely blamed for their deaths...".
"Every killing has a reason, but in front of the scale of judgment, there is no life wasted in vain!" The God of the Desert suddenly grabbed Chen Zhi's head and pressed it against his terrifying face,
"Now, descendant of the East, how can you repay these wasted lives..."