Holy Servant

“…”

This is undoubtedly a question of death.

Facing this question of death, Ricks was silent for a few seconds, then he knelt down with a thud under the gaze of the red-haired young man, hugged his thighs and cried.

"Sir, please spare my life!!"

The words were clear, full of emotion, and so skilled that it was outrageous. The other party's pupils were so shocked that he almost didn't react to what happened.

Mason's originally confused thoughts became completely clear after he knelt down. The influence of the curse on his mind disappeared completely, leaving only the shock and confusion that surged.

Only then did he realize what he had just done. The monster he killed triggered a curse, which turned into hatred that gradually eroded his spirit and plunged him into the abyss of madness. If this continued for a long time, the curse would inevitably lead him to become a complete murderer.

Fortunately, the opponent's kneeling was so shocking that it woke him up. With the mask on, Mason tried to maintain his image while trying to pull his legs out, but Rex refused to let go and seemed to be kneeling for a long time.

"You just don't want me to help! I can't just not go!"

It's not that I didn't have it, don't talk nonsense! I just had a brainwave and wanted to connect you with the character of the Count! Stand up right there!

The masked young man laughed lightly: "I was just joking, why are you taking it so seriously?"

Rex raised a sad face. Was that a joke? That was putting his life on the line! Oleus pretended not to see it and casually ordered the portal to work.

The portal that had been watching the show for a long time responded quickly and took the initiative to send the others to a safe place. Ricks was dragged into the door by Mason with a tearful face. The surging black mist enveloped them and gave them a strong sense of space tearing.

During this process, the young man's pupils gradually became darker and his consciousness sank to the deepest darkness.

The sound of dripping water rang out, and a sapling with branches and flesh intertwined stood on a bare tree stump, and a circular ancient ruin drooped to the ground. He stepped on the slightly pulsating dark red ground, bathed in the dazzling starlight, and stood in front of the tree.

The bright red fruits on the flesh-and-blood tree looked enchanting, like a beating heart that had been waiting for his arrival.

The moment he saw it, Mason couldn't help but feel the joy of a farmer seeing a good harvest. Oleus killed insects to the point of triggering the curse, and the new vest was finally in place!

Although Oreius is a combat type, he can't get rid of so many bugs without killing people. If the energy is insufficient this time, according to Mason's plan, he can only deal with the queen bug believers first, and then deal with these runaway bugs. Although there will be some casualties, there is no other way, he can only do this.

But it is always a pleasure to complete a plan. Facing the twinkling starlight, Mason reached out his hand and placed it on the bright red heart, making the choice he had already made.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A strong beating like a drum suddenly sounded, and Mason's heartbeat gradually overlapped with it. The rushing blood made people dizzy.

At a certain moment, he felt that he was in a strange place, and his vision was full of sticky scarlet. He felt the continuous beating sound, and after a few seconds, he suddenly realized what it was.

This is a cocoon.

What he heard was the beating of the cocoon's heart.

…

It was eleven o'clock in the morning, time to go home and cook. On his way home, Mike's expression softened when he thought of his smart little daughter.

A new bakery recently opened around the corner from his house. The aroma of the carefully made white bread is so fragrant that it makes people salivate.

Mike couldn't help swallowing his saliva and calculated this month's salary in his mind. He didn't take any vacation this month, a total of 60 rapi, including 10 days of overtime, a total of 80 rapi. Excluding daily expenses, there is about 30 rapi left. His wife has always wanted a new dress, and the school fees for his two sons are due. Although life is a bit tight, his little daughter has wanted to eat white bread for a long time, and their family is well-off, and they can eat meat 2-3 times a week...

After much thought, he made up his mind: "I can make up for it by working five more days next month. A little extravagance will make the whole family happy."

With this idea in mind, Mike finally stepped into the bakery and politely said to the smiling clerk, "Please give me a 10-ruble loaf of white bread, no slices."

"Okay, we also have Emerald Fruit Jam, this fruit is only available in this season, would you like some?"

Mike hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Please give me 5 rubles... no, 3 rubles of jam."

The clerk skillfully handed him the packaged bread and jam. Mike, immersed in his expectations, did not notice that the other party's smile was gradually stiffening. She stared at Mike with dull eyes. After the other party turned his back to her, she suddenly tilted her head violently, her neck made a crisp sound, and then she opened her mouth, and a translucent tiny worm came out instead of the tongue.

“Puff…”

Mike returned home with the white bread. His six-year-old daughter shouted "Dad!" and jumped into his arms.

Mike picked up his daughter with a smile and gave her a big kiss on the cheek: "Good girl, look what Daddy bought you."

His wife checked the bag he brought and complained, "White bread... and jam? You spend money recklessly as soon as you get paid. This is enough for our food expenses for a week."

Even so, she couldn't stop smiling: "It just so happens that I bought some lamb on sale today, so I can make lamb and pea stew."

"My dear, you are so kind."

Mike was generous with his compliments and kissed her cheek: "The two guys haven't come back yet?"

The wife accepted the kiss and went to the kitchen with the bag of white bread.

"They are still in school. They have an evening class today and won't be home until 12:30. I'm going to make the stew first. You can play with our little princess for a while. She's missed you all day."

At 12:30 noon, Mike's two sons returned home. The five of them sat around the table, and each of them was given a bowl of steaming pea stew and a whole slice of white bread. They dipped the white bread into the bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls while soaking it in the soup.

The men were discussing work or school matters enthusiastically. The wife wiped the soup-stained corners of her daughter's mouth and smiled at the happy family...

Gradually, this smile was fixed on her face like a mask. The five members of the family suddenly tilted their heads violently like puppets being manipulated, their necks made a crisp sound, and then they opened their mouths, and a translucent tiny worm stretched out.

The Mac family stood up with a smile. They turned around, opened the door, and joined the surging crowd on the street. Everyone had a pale and stiff fake smile on their face, and the worms spewed out of their mouths were guided by believers hidden in the crowd, and they walked in the same direction with unified steps...

That is the direction where the Earl's Palace, the Guards and other departments are located.

…

"Bullets, bullets, bullets! Give me the bullets!"

"No, they are all citizens. The bugs have not enhanced their □□, and they cannot use lethal weapons!"

"So you want me to knock them all out with my hands!?"

Oleh flew in the air, holding a stick and knocking out a parasitic woman. The Oleh on the ground immediately dragged her down and replaced her with another Oleh. The Olehs in the air continued to attack in a roundabout way, but the girl with long golden hair looked ashen as she looked at the growing crowd.

"Rambo! Don't expect me to forgive you if you don't have 20 desserts this time!"

"Sure, after this wave, you can have 21 copies if you want."

"Don't play tricks on me now!"

Olige's face turned red with anger, and he knocked another person unconscious. Rambo pushed his glasses, commanded Olige and his men to take the unconscious person to a safe place, and used the communicator to contact other areas.

"District 1 is preparing to recruit more personnel. District 3 has already retreated to District 2. Districts 8 to 11 can still hold on. District 456 is under the greatest pressure... Is it because the Earl's Palace is in District 4? I previously sent a hundred Orihes there. I hope they can be used."

Rambo's mind was in turmoil. It was impossible for Count Yan to use his power directly on so many people. This would be tantamount to promoting their mutation. But too many people mixed together was like a plague - there must be a host among them, but they no longer had time to deal with it individually.

The middle-aged man raised his head with a serious expression. Ollie and the others had already used up all their strength to hold on until now. He said, "Ollie, let the remaining ones in the weapons room come out, and the others go back to rest."

The blonde girl paused, and all the Ollie's except the original body fell down. The crowd surged in again like a tide, but the door of the clothing store opened, and a large number of strange deformities flew out buzzing.

Some were big, some were small, some still looked like young girls, and some were just vague humanoids with mosquito mouthparts. Auriha was afraid of scaring people, so he usually kept them in the basement. But now, the deformed creatures rushed into the crowd one after another, knocking them out like wheat.

Rambo looked at them and said, "Are they so strong?"

Ollie was also very confused: "No, no... they seem to have been strengthened by something."

The deformed clones fought more and more bravely, with tiny blood streaks running down their mouthparts, constantly providing them with strength from the killing. The Olliehs sent to the Earl's Mansion did the same thing, fighting more and more bravely.

The Earl stood on a high place and saw this scene with some emotion: "It seems that Orih's ability has improved again."

The captain of Area 4 standing next to him took a quick look and said grimly: "It's fast, but it won't be of much use. After all, they can only subdue a part of them, and we have to fight against the entire Ya'an City!"

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

The Count shook his head. His voice had a strange magic. Although he did not speak loudly, it was transmitted to the entire Earl's Palace. Everyone who heard it fell silent and convulsively spat out the still-wriggling worms.

"I don't think they're working so hard just to cause chaos."

While the Bloodline members continued to subdue the runaway citizens, many mysterious people in black robes were gathering in many hidden engineering sites in Ya'an City.

"Her Majesty the Insect Queen has lost contact with us."

"Perhaps it's because of the portal rebellion... But it doesn't matter, the conditions are complete, we just need to hold the ceremony."

"Everything is for Her Majesty the Insect Queen and Black Mist!"

The black-robed men's faces were filled with frenzy. They took out their daggers and stabbed them into their chests. As the flowing blood gradually filled the mysterious patterns under their feet, more and more black mist spread out from the center of the magic circle and swept across the entire city.

No one knows where it comes from.

But everyone knows that when people are afraid, the dark fog will follow.

More and more people began to experience strange phenomena: some stared at the black fog in a daze, some began to cry and laugh crazily, some began to transform into monsters, and some loudly praised the arrival of the black fog...

At this moment, the sharp eagle roared throughout the city! The figure of Count Yaan appeared at the top of the city, overlooking the entire city, and behind him was a three-legged eagle with a distorted human face. A small voice rang in his ears, with a strong sense of ridicule.

"Stop struggling..."

"This is a sacrifice to the Black Mist. No one can resist its invasion..."

"Everyone here will die, including you, and then your body will be mine..."

"Shut up."

Count Ya'an had a blank expression on his face, veins popped out on his neck, and his expression was grim: "Human-faced Eagle, this is my city! As long as I'm alive, it's my responsibility to protect this place!"

He is the count of this city!

The title represents enjoyment, but also represents obligations!

A huge force surged out of Ya'an's body and collided directly with the black mist. Everywhere, the phantom of a human-faced eagle appeared, dispersing the mist and then being entangled and swallowed by it, fighting fiercely and repeatedly.

He tried his best to slow down the erosion of the black mist, and the pollution was reflected on the earl. The hard structures in his body gradually melted, and the soft parts became stiff... One eyeball rolled out of the eye socket, floating in the air with blood. But Yaanwen did not move, and the blood tore through the skin and splashed out directly! The huge breath in exchange for burning life surged out, suppressing the black mist!

The human-faced eagle said in horror: "Are you crazy? You are provoking the black fog!"

Ya'an's vocal cords were close to breaking: "...I said...this is my city..."

"Don't come with me if you want to die. Even if you die here, you can't resist the black mist! In one minute, no, in twenty seconds, you will be completely assimilated by the black mist. If you want to save your city, you might as well pray for a miracle from above!"

A miracle...?

The Count's consciousness gradually blurred, pain tore through his body, but he felt a calmness that was almost indifferent. The whole city was gradually becoming gray in his eyes, his people were constantly mutating into monsters, and under the black fog, all living things were polluted.

If there really is a miracle.

Please save this city...

Under the gray sky, a hand suddenly stretched out from the air and gently caught the falling earl.

All the awake people in Ya'an saw it - a golden holy halo appeared from the other side of the sky. The holy servant with silver-white hair walked in the air, and with every step he took, a sea of ​​crystal clear flowers bloomed under his feet. Where the tiny petals fell, the black mist melted away.

Just like a savior who walked out of a dream, his existence has answered everyone's interpretation of "hope". His eyes are like the boundless ocean, and also like exquisitely carved gems. Layer upon layer of intoxicating blue, which makes those who see it hold their breath and those who hear it bow their heads.

The plain robe was dotted with glittering butterflies of light. One of them flew up and landed on the earl, and all the abnormalities on his body suddenly melted away, as if the snow had returned in spring.

Ya'an opened his eyes with great difficulty, and felt as if he were lying in a hot spring, feeling comfortable and relaxed. The holy man withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at the chaotic city below.

No one could guess what he was thinking, only the sound of his sighs was like a gentle breeze blowing across the mountain tops, luxuriantly brushing open thousands of flower buds. Even though they were far apart, they were still clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone who was struggling in pain.

"I heard the cries of the people..."

“So, here I am.