Chapter 113: Deep Night

The merciful grandfather god did not directly take back the gift, but he stopped paying attention to Urik, because he did not care about his father at all and no longer spread small new life everywhere.

He gave the unfaithful man his chance.

But the mark he left behind turned into trouble. Ulric's body, numbed by disease, was being devoured by Nurglings.

The demon spread the plague wantonly, although it could only affect the three meters around the symbiote.

The demon that had become one with him granted him extraordinary self-healing abilities, which allowed his pain to be extended infinitely.

Ulric had had enough of this suffering, and he was not prepared to practice the ways of both gods at the same time.

He wanted to become the Blood God's champion warrior, and to do that, he needed to completely give up everything his loving father left behind.

This was not an easy task, but fortunately, Urik encountered a turning point not long ago.

His decades of wandering on the sea paid off when a Norse slave trader who had been to the Invisible Isle, was kidnapped by the notorious Champion and offered secret information in exchange for his life.

After swearing on his own honor, Ulric learned a secret known only to a few.

In the rainforest of the New World, in a ruined temple guarded by local indigenous people, there is the "Lost Boat" that can control free matter! He may be able to use this magical item to draw out the pus from his body, get rid of the influence of the Nurgle demon, and then truly embark on the path of the Blood God.

For this he needed an army.

Urik was not the only one who got the relevant information. Some religious orders that believed in the divine crows and divine snakes were also recruiting explorers.

Ulric must defeat them! The new world is about to be in turmoil, and not only the Chaos Cult is gathering.

It is said that there is also a black ark attracted by the "Lost Floating Boat" and is sailing from the Far Sea west of Lustria to the Vast Ocean.

That's Lord Kraken's sea fortress! Druzy's most fearsome pirate, fresh off a coastal raid on the Far Eastern Cathay Empire.

The black ark "Tower of God's Blessing of the Evil Party" carried the slaves that were once again replenished, and brought the moving catastrophe of all those who crossed the sea, to take the opportunity to take a share of the pie from the rain forest.

The shadow of the Condor followers seems to be present in this chaos, and the God of Change is always behind the scenes.

…

In the middle of the sea shrouded in fog, on the island of mirrors that keeps moving.

An old man in dishevelled clothes sat behind a shadow curtain, quietly looking at the book floating in front of him, adding a few words from time to time.

The blue flames in the old man's eyes danced, filling the empty gold-rimmed glasses with blue light.

Every broken mirror on the island is a microcosm of the world.

There is a figure in the broken mirror, fleeing from the dangers reflected in the lens.

The broken mirrors arranged beside the old man illuminated the dancing demons on the distant coast of Lustria.

…

On the northern coast of Lustria, at the beginning of the Kuiweza River.

On the ruins of a colony that the elves abandoned thousands of years ago, groups of humans in purple robes are holding a grand and chaotic party.

At first, it was a close communication without any limits, with blood, flesh and feces outlining the blasphemous name of the Keeper of the Secret.

After the carnival, people danced around bonfires, tearing off their outer clothes.

The skin was torn apart, pieces of flesh with blood vessels attached were thrown into the air, and other captured adventurers were used as sacrifices and mutilated during the dance.

Screams are the embellishment of the filthy party. Amidst thousands of cuts and cuts, the believers are prepared for extreme pain and offer food to the dark prince Slaanesh.

This is a different kind of joy, and participants from all over the world bring more diverse happiness.

They were most fascinated by blasphemy, and a devout monk of Sigmar, who was mixed in with them, was the leader of the party.

This devout man, corrupted by the pleasures of penance and faith, now has a new identity.

Rogge is no longer a missionary of the Church of Sigmar. He still worships Sigma, the founder of the empire, but his body and mind have belonged to darkness and he can no longer consider himself a follower of Sigmar.

He never forgot who he was, but he could not escape the joy of darkness.

He couldn't control his words and actions, and after one indulgence after another, his faith in Sigma became stronger.

Being in the abyss, yet stubbornly holding on to his faith, brought Roger joy and excitement like the waves of the ocean.

The more determined you are, the more you will degenerate.

Everyone present knew that this respectable ascetic was completely one of their own.

He is more pious than any other "Purple Rose", and his actions are in line with the path of the Prince of Darkness, even if his heart is thinking about other beings.

He was completely immersed in absurd debauchery and could not refuse any anus.

…

In the Far Sea west of Lustria, the admiral of the Black Ark did not indulge in the bloody spectacle.

Roxia. The Fallen Heart quietly watched the pirates wandering among the slaves.

This batch of female humans from the Far East was just an average cargo, and he had better ones.

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The Dragonborn, whose tendons were broken and whose ability to cast spells was blocked, was in the admiral's spire.

Of course, this is just a consumable, and if they don't completely give up their useless fantasies, the Kraken Lord will slaughter the rebels for fun.

From time to time, slaves who did not meet the pirates' wishes were executed, and their blood overflowed from the Black Ark into the sea, dyeing the sea surface red.

This high-consumption form of entertainment did not make Lord Kraken angry. The gains from this trip to the Far East were greater than expected, and there was an urgent need to consume some of the goods quickly.

The ones that are left at the end are the docile slaves who have been tamed and are more valuable.

Those who did not submit were sold to various altars that were in urgent need of sacrifices.

Before that, it would be better to use their deaths to exchange for the pirates' "loyalty".

Occasionally, pirates would take a fancy to the same slave and fight over it, but the pirates would always hold back and not kill the opponent outright.

They were more disciplined than the other Druzian pirates, but that was about it.

…

Lynch and Asur's forced march was limited to the daytime, and they were forced to slow down after nightfall.

They entered the swampy waters of the Kuiweza River, between Talanxla and Talanxlan.

After scaring away the restless aquatic beast, Lynch followed the smell of blood and found a dying Shi Jianke.

It fell among the water plants, its body covered by mud.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the ancient saints that no wild beasts destroyed its remains.

Based on the decorations on it, Lynch determined that it was a messenger.

The archmage speculated that it died from some kind of continuous damage spell. Although it escaped the siege in the end, it did not survive until dawn.

Lynch forced the Archmage to gather Shash's power and temporarily bring the Messenger's soul back from death.

He needs to know what the messenger wants to convey.

An indistinct spirit emerged, and at first, the ignorant soul whispered subconsciously.

"Hot-blooded! Hot-blooded are being driven by gold and silver into the forbidden area!"

"The sanctuary of the water god has been desecrated by the hot-bloods! They have defiled the Temple of Pure Water!"

"The hot-bloods drove us with fire and iron, and we failed to save the most sacred statue!"

(End of this chapter)