Gravekeeper's Determination

In the Shadow Realm, with the City of Insects as the center, a huge aura spread out. The red-haired young man narrowed his eyes: "The master of this city has awakened."

There was no need to elaborate, everyone could sense the scrutiny. It was like a giant waking up from a long sleep, looking for the ability to wake himself up. Everyone's breathing became lighter, until the red-haired young man spoke, interrupting the solemn atmosphere.

"Get ready to go in."

"now?"

Shadow Dragon's voice was full of surprise, but Orelius replied nonchalantly, "He will definitely deal with Gloria first. If we don't sneak in now, it will be difficult to get in later."

What he said made sense, but how could he get out when the time came? This thought flashed through Yinglong's mind, and he gritted his teeth and leaned forward to rush in.

Just like a fish breaking through a layer of water film, a group of people suddenly appeared on the street. Shadow Dragon also changed into human form. Fortunately, he chose a secluded path with few people around. There were fresh bloodstains on the ground. The atmosphere was filled with tension and anxiety.

"From now on, you'd better be wary of everyone who approaches you. Everyone living in this city may want to kill you. Remember that they are mutants, not civilians."

The red-haired young man said this in an unyielding manner, and took the lead to walk to the other end of the street. The others had no choice but to follow him.

It was not until they walked out of the street that they realized how right the young man was. The scene before them was like hell, with blood everywhere and traces of battles all over the ground. Many mutants were fighting, and when their weapons broke, they used their teeth and claws to bite each other. There was no reason in their scarlet eyes.

After seeing them, some people rushed forward in a frenzy, but were directly beaten away by the young man. After several times, these people finally gave up the attack and only dared to peek from a distance.

Madness is a virus that spreads recklessly in the city. The weak are preyed upon, and the strong act recklessly.

“What should we do with these people?”

Aurelius said coldly: "Don't worry about them. We have our own things to do. Don't forget what you are going to do. Your mission is not to save people."

Shadow Dragon knew that the purpose of this trip was to investigate the situation. He stopped those ignorant dragonborns and apologized softly to the red-haired young man, who waved his hand.

"That's your business, I only care about what I have to do. Be quiet, it's coming."

Following his voice, a figure appeared in the air.

The wind blew up her long black hair, and her gorgeous dress made her look like a delicate little princess. The lantern in her hand was bright, and she became the only salvation in despair. The mutants struggled and screamed in front of her, in great pain. They killed each other in the hope of salvation, hoping to gain each other's mercy.

Black smoke rolled into the doll in her arms. She cast a distant glance at where Oleus was, and the butler spoke at the right time: "Sorry, everyone, I need to return to the young lady to serve her, please help yourself."

Having said this, the butler came to the girl without hesitation, turned into a fuzzy doll and fell into her palm. The girl smiled sweetly, retracted her gaze and looked into the distance, as if she was waiting for something.

Soon, a thin maid came from the east side of the street. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying for too long, and her blood-stained dress proved that she was not someone who could be easily provoked. A fat, smiling chef came from the west side. He was the type that children liked the most and looked like he would take out countless delicious food from his pocket at any time. The old man came from the south side with a limp, and the gardener's scissors in his arms were covered with a thick layer of rust, and he coughed from time to time.

The thin man, the fat man and the old man came up to the girl and bowed to her respectfully.

The maid was the first to speak, crying: "This city is too terrible. I don't see any hope."

The chef agreed with a smile: "There is no love in everyone's heart. They are all people who will do anything for pleasure and have no respect for life."

The old gardener sighed: "How pitiful! How pitiful! No one is willing to be kind and all of them have become beasts."

desire.

greedy.

arrogant.

The different evil spirits they brought converged on the profiteer doll, making the latter more and more powerful.

Human beings are complex creatures. Fear of killing and death leads to escape, betrayal, killing, conspiracy... all of which will be Gloria's weapons.

A new force emerged in his city, challenging his control. The dormant higher-level mutants began to fight back instinctively, and swarms of tiny insects flew out of the palace, following the force.

They quickly found their target, buzzing around it in an attempt to parasitize it.

The ghost girl let them try in vain. What kind of insects can parasitize the soul? With a calm gaze, she looked into the distance. The person she had been waiting for finally came.

The hazy mist obscured the senses of others, leaving the two of them alone to confront each other. The middle-aged man walked slowly along the street, looking the same as before. Only the badge on his chest proved his identity.

Yes, he is no longer the Speaker of the Council, but the leader of the Black Mist followers, the Gravekeeper.

The gravekeeper stopped and politely saluted. It was not like he was treating an enemy, but rather like he was treating the descendant of a good friend: "It's our first meeting. I wonder what brings you here? What's the matter?"

The girl, who was surrounded by disasters, tilted her head and looked at the newcomer with her clear and flawless eyes: "Brother Orelius said that this is the city of the Queen of Insects."

"So you are an acquaintance of Orelius. He was right, that was a thing of the past. Today, the City of Insects is the city of hope for the mutants, and it is also our final destination. If you do this, I will have a headache."

The gravekeeper used the most polite words to say the most overbearing words, and he was just short of saying "Evil guest, please leave." The girl gave him a strange sense of familiarity, just like when he grew up and suddenly saw the toys he bought as a child on the shelf. It seemed to be true, but it could not be ignored.

His eyes lingered on the doll in the girl's arms for a moment, and he suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with the profiteer?"

"Father depends on your care."

The middle-aged man suddenly realized: "So you are his daughter, and you are here to avenge your father. Your father is a good man, willing to sacrifice himself for the people of Partington. If he saw you killing people at will, he would definitely be very sad. Leave here now, and I will pretend nothing happened."

"You seem to have made a mistake. What does their life or death have to do with me?"

The black-haired girl smiled with her eyes tilted, her voice neither too loud nor too soft.

"It's my freedom to save whoever I want. My father always said that businessmen should not be emotional. He only lost two deals. One was for me, and he sacrificed everything he had. The other time was for his own conscience, and he lost his second life."

Once upon a time, there was a businessman who had a daughter whom he treasured.

The priceless jewelry is only worthy of setting off the brilliance of the skirt, and the smooth shark silk stockings are made of silk. If you hold them in your hands, you are afraid of dropping them, and if you hold them in your mouth, you are afraid of melting them. The rich businessman has no other hope in his life, but to wish his daughter happiness and health.

Since she was a child, the smart little girl has learned to read the account book and dare to give her opinions when her father is trading. If nothing unexpected happens, she will be a better businessman than her father and will definitely occupy a place in history in the future and become her father's pride.

But her short life ended at the age of ten. After that, her father went crazy. A devil found him and promised to resurrect his daughter. The man agreed to the deal without hesitation, even though he saw the conspiracy.

Then, the devil awakened the daughter's soul and made a promise to her: "I need a smart helper. If you can help me collect more souls, I will reunite you with your father."

Similarly, in order to reunite with her father, the girl jumped into the fire pit without hesitation even though she knew it was a trap.

She distinguished the souls for the devil, picked out the treasures, and endured the pain of having her soul torn apart. In return, she was resurrected for only a few seconds before dying again.

She was angry and resentful, but she could do nothing about it. As long as there were no equal bargaining chips, the party with the upper hand in the transaction could raise the price of the goods countless times because there was only one supplier. And now, no matter what the reason for her resurrection, she has decided that she will no longer be a pawn.

The girl held her head high, her expression serious and bold: "Neither God nor the devil can fulfill my wish. In this case, I will realize it with my own hands. Anyone who stands in my way should be destroyed."

The gravekeeper was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect that I was mistaken. You are completely different from your father. He is a businessman, but you are different. You are a little queen."

"Maybe. I just want to be free with my father. Not to be able to do something, but to be able to say no to anything I don't want to do, whether it's death or fate."

There was a deafening roar of thunder, and the illusion of the black-robed merchant swung his sickle to block the thunder of judgment head-on. Gloria looked him up and down, with a strange look in her eyes.

"You are weaker than I thought."

"In fact, you are stronger than your father."

The gravekeeper raised his eyebrows. Ever since the two began talking, he couldn't help but think back to the past. Although he knew that this was the other party's ability, in some ways, this was indeed a sure kill for the gravekeeper.

Judgment is in his blood, and he must stick to his own path and never waver.

But along the way, has he really never been weak for even a second? Even if he took this road to save humanity and witnessed those sacrifices, has he never been cowardly for a moment? Blood will tell him in the most real way: No, you have.

As he said, Gloria's ability is more difficult than her father's. It's as if after eliminating a huge threat, fate deliberately played a joke and sent a more deadly enemy.

But maybe this is better.

The light of judgment shone, pointing unwaveringly at the girl in front of him. The president of the council flashed, and in the next second he was in front of the other party. The illusion of the black-robed merchant kept fighting with it, and the fire splashed and roared. Like a sword being forged in a furnace, scenes flashed before his eyes.

The number of people who went crazy and died from the secret drug was enough to form a small mountain, just to weaken the resistance to the Partington Incident.

He had worked hard to build the foundation, and he also tore down the tall building with his own hands.

The complicated look of the brainworm master before his death seemed to be asking him, "Is it all worth it?"

The middle-aged man paused, and a stream of blood immediately flew out of his shoulder. He ignored the pain, split open those illusions, and dispelled the doubts and hesitations in his heart.

Gloria frowned slightly, finding it increasingly difficult to control the other person's emotions.

This may sound a little funny, but in her eyes, the gravekeeper is actually golden. The black part is pitifully small, which means that this guy actually embarked on the path of mutants with a heart of dedication. Even more pure than everyone else.

"You should know that doing this is a life-or-death struggle. Even if you succeed, humanity will completely decline over a long period of time. Why would you abandon human dignity?"

"I know the current situation of mankind. The child named Mason is very promising, and everything is thriving. If mankind had another hundred years, I might give up this path, even if it would lead to a complete failure of the plan and I would be spit on by thousands of people. But it's too late for us."

The Gravekeeper's attacks became more and more sharp, a completely life-threatening fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries. When the illusion was injured, it only needed to be healed with evil thoughts, but the Gravekeeper was really bleeding.

On the contrary, his eyes became brighter.

"I want to thank you. You cut off the last confusion in my heart. So to thank you, I will do my best. Whether it is your path or my path, as long as one of them can succeed, mankind will not lose. For this reason, I will use my strongest strength to defeat you. This is my respect for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong glow burst out from the gravekeeper, like a sun rising from the ground. The girl looked tense, her heart filled with shock.

It can’t be stopped. Absolutely can’t be stopped.

Just being illuminated by the light, she felt a pain. The illusion of the black-robed merchant clasped his hands and held her in his arms, and the evil intentions melted away like the first snow under the sun. When human determination reaches a certain level, the goodness of people will burst into the brightest light, which is the natural enemy of evil.

Gloria's ability is the gravekeeper's natural enemy, and why isn't the gravekeeper's blood her natural enemy? Pure obsession can also be turned into a sharp sword. Fortunately, this is not the only vest on the scene.

The girl spread her arms and fell straight down. Just as planned, she fell into a warm embrace. A sharp voice rang in her ears, and she recited a prayer solemnly.

"His blood is silver, and his bones are gold. All that waters his bones and blood is his armor—"