There are people waiting for us

Olige tried to kill the traitor several times. She almost lost her mind because of the brain worm, but was comforted by Oreus and reluctantly chose to give in.

With Shatria's intensive treatment, the child's life was barely maintained.

She took a breath, staggered to take the last dose, and paused when she was about to drink it. She took a small sip and then fed the rest to the child in her arms.

After doing all this, the angel's face turned pale and almost transparent. The bleeding on her back, which was pierced by the growth of her spine, stopped slightly. After a burst of stabbing pain, Shatria finally shook uncontrollably.

Osk reached out and held her shoulders, which were already wet with sweat.

"Have a good rest. You have done what you are supposed to do."

He whispered. Shatlia gave him a weak smile, trying not to faint, and silently hugged the child in her arms.

Shaken was a little shocked: "Angel Wings... If you want to alleviate this level of pollution, you will need at least a month of treatment."

"Stop talking nonsense and do something useful."

Captain Lei Xi carefully protected the two men and retorted coldly: "At least do something other than reporting the news."

Shaken waved his hands: "No, no, no, you have to understand. My staying here now is the greatest support for you. If you all die, I can at least pass on the intelligence here."

Osk frowned, unable to find an answer for a moment. Bloodline people have different strengths, and he is not good at arguing with others. In the end, he could only say coldly: "It's up to you."

The transformation of the vines has not yet ended. The molten liquid dripped down, like tears or drops of blood. Wherever it fell, the smell of pollution spread, which significantly accelerated the transformation of the silk cocoon.

Orihe immediately rescued the rest of the people from the cocoon, but the transformation of the body did not stop. The group checked the situation for a long time. Oreius rubbed his forehead and made a decision.

"You go first."

"No problem. / Rambo won't agree with you doing this. / You want to stay here? / Your body can't take any more damage."

The four of them spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other. Shaken spoke first: "I am following your orders."

"Okay, okay, yes, yes."

The red-haired young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the four people's completely different reactions. He patted Olih's head and said, "How can we get so many people out without you? When Rambo wakes up, remember to come find me."

Facing Osk and Shatlia, he said again: "Don't worry, since I can take down an underground wormhole, I can take down this place. You just need to take the others and evacuate safely."

Finally, he looked at Shaken and said meaningfully: "As for you——"

"Now that things have come to this, it's time to show some cards, Shaken."

He didn't believe that the noble from the Central Region, who even the Earl of Ya'an was staying with, was a fool who would just run away. Since he could come as an envoy, he must have something to rely on.

The blond man looked at him for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyebrows. His face lost its previous righteous expression, and with a light smile in his blue eyes, he asked back, "What good will it do me if I save them?"

He didn't care whether these people would die or not, nor did he care what problems would arise in Shaken's territory. Order is a chessboard, and the operator only needs to learn how to gain the greatest benefit with the least sacrifice.

Aurelius looked at him for a moment and smiled as well. It was a handsome and sharp smile, and he spoke slowly.

"I'm not asking you, I'm informing you. You can let them die here, and I'll find you later."

"I've told you. It doesn't matter what you do, because I will solve all the problems. The only difference is whether it's now or in the future."

"So, what's your answer?"

After a brief silence, Shaken did not answer. Only the shadow man hiding in the dark felt the call from his former master.

Oreius took the initiative to let go of control. Shadow men rushed out from under his feet, transformed into thousands of fine threads, entwined around Shaken, and deeply penetrated his body. As the blood flowed, the latter's temperament suddenly changed, and his eyes became deep and cold.

The shadow beneath his feet turned and suddenly expanded into a black hole, and then spread into an invisible swamp.

It should have been just a shadow, but everyone who stepped on the swamp could feel themselves slowly sinking, their bodies in contact with the swamp surface slowly turning into shadows, merging with the entire swamp. The large group of creatures living in the swamp silently cast their gazes, silently inviting them to become part of the group.

The blond man was no exception. His handsome face was tinged with evil, as if another soul had taken over his body. He bowed slightly to Oleus and stroked his chest with his hand. Just like when he was invited to jump into the cave, it was now [Shaken] who responded with an invitation.

"I look forward to your visit."

A hoarse, strange voice, a combination of a young man and an old man, spoke. Even as he merged into the swamp, Oreius could still sense the stubborn and strange scrutiny.

After engulfing the last person, the shadow swamp surged and shrank, leaving only a barely detectable black line. It quickly passed through the shadows between the vines and jumped away towards the entrance. In the blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared, leaving only the red-haired young man still staring at his back.

How to say it...

After the blood was injected into the shadow man, through the control of the remaining blood threads, he clearly felt a consciousness flowing into the shadow man along with the blood. Then, a new consciousness emerged from the blood in the body that originally belonged to [Shaken].

Oreius gathered his thoughts and stopped thinking about what the other party's bloodline was. He looked up at the human-faced sky, which was constantly sinking and contracting, squeezing here from all directions.

The vines in the streets were even more exaggerated. Some of them arched and cracked the ground, interlacing to form wriggling cubes. Some of them had flesh-colored protrusions growing out of them, slowly hatching human figures. The rest slowly devoured the shiny insect corpses on the ground and crawled forward.

The red-haired young man watched for a long time before he realized what the vines were doing.

They are trying to reconstruct.

They are trying to restore the town.

The blocks of different sizes were houses, and the vines formed roads. The deformed human bodies were still growing, faintly forming dull faces that faced the faces on the sky, and even contained the faces of the corpses hanging from the ceiling.

Facing these unfamiliar faces, the young man put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and after a long time, he pulled it out bit by bit. He thought of Rambo's previous question and couldn't help but sigh that the brainworm had missed nothing.

Even though he never thought of taking the blame for these mistakes on himself, the red-haired young man couldn't help but think as he looked at the "resurrected" town in front of him.

What would have happened if he had stayed for a few days to sort it out?

The world won't get better, but at least one town will live longer.

Blood flowed on the blade, and scarlet thorns climbed along the blade. They had climbed farther than when they first appeared in this world, and they were as colorful as blood and complex.

But this is not a simple decoration. Tens of thousands of tiny spells form a pattern, providing the owner with powerful power every time it swings. Oleus stepped forward, raised his hand and cut off a newly formed head. Brown juice splashed, instantly angering all the vines.

They locked onto their target tightly, and the vines were like mad pythons, without any fancy moves, they attacked the young man purely relying on their strength!

When one vine was cut, ten more would replace it. Dense vines filled the sky and the ground. Oreius no longer hesitated, turned around and ran straight to the entrance of the cave, and jumped in!

The vine branches followed closely behind, blocking the hole completely. The dark golden pupils absorbed the blood, forming cold animal eyes, seeing the darkness as day. Oleus cut off a sneaking vine branch with his backhand. It should be called a flesh tentacle, maintaining the sexual characteristics between plants and animals. The sword blade pierced into the branch, liquid splashed, and the tentacle branches became more and more crazy because of the attack.

This was no longer within the scope of the young man's consideration. Oreius ran all the way without looking back. The shredded insect corpses in the cave were smashed to pieces by the rush of flesh tentacles. The attacked jumped forward and rolled to avoid the blow with a whistling sound.

He swept his eyes across the cave and ran towards a certain place without hesitation. With a sweep of the long sword in his hand, the wall made of insect corpses fell off, revealing the dull metal behind it.

The young man slashed his palm with the sword, rushed forward in the tentacle bush that was frantically hitting the wall, and pressed his bloody palm on the scarred steel beast. A deep prayer came out of his throat, almost like a roar.

"His blood is silver, and His bones are gold. All that is watered in His bones and blood is His armor!"

The sweeping flesh branch had touched the young man's back. The human face on the slimy surface was about to penetrate the body, but was shattered by a sudden blow!

A dark red eye suddenly lit up in the darkness, and the attacker turned his steel tail and cleared an area in the dungeon with just a horizontal sweep. For a moment, the entire underground was shaking, and rubble and soil kept falling, but it did not hinder the resurrected giant beast from stretching out its wide and thick body.

It pulled its head out of the wall, and countless scarlet lines appeared on the steel body that should have been scrapped, and it forced the core to ignite again. It surrounded the young man in the center in a protective posture, bearing the gravity of the collapse.

Countless traces of battles can be seen everywhere. The originally fine scales have been worn away, and the internal steel skeleton has been exposed in some places. The red light that serves as the power source can be vaguely seen flickering on the magic circle.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this war beast has reached the end of its life. The red-haired young man leaned against its body and slowly exhaled. The dizziness from blood loss became more and more intense, but his consciousness was very clear.

According to his - no, according to Li Xinyang's character, he should have left with the others from the beginning.

What happens here is none of his business, and Ya'an will definitely send someone to deal with it. Unlike before, he did not have the confidence to completely handle this matter, and it was not worth losing a precious vest here.

But he didn't want to do that, at least not this time.

The young man stood up shakily, his palm still pressed against Steel Snake. Amid the roar that buried everything, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Go to the ground, there are people waiting for us."

The steel snake seemed to understand what he said. It let out a mechanical hiss, and after the young man hid in the hollow of its abdomen, it leaped up and crashed directly into the ground above its head!

"Boom!!!"

The cave ceiling, which was not deep to begin with, was violently shattered. The giant snake twisted its body and forced a path through the soil. Oleus held on to the steel frame at hand tightly. Even with the snake as a buffer shield, he still felt dizzy and his palms were rubbed red. The blood seeped through the skeleton and turned into the power source of the giant snake.

The already damaged steel wings were stained with a light red and suddenly spread out from the spine. All the patterns engraved on them were running at high speed, spewing out dazzling light. The giant metal snake broke out of the ground, spread its wings and stopped in the air. The high-pitched hissing spread in all directions along the air, like the first announcement after its birth into the world.

Oreius flipped over and jumped out of the snake's body, and the snake turned around and caught him. The dusty red-haired young man stood on the snake's head, wiped the dust and blood off his face, and above his head, the endless gaze from the sky descended, looking to the end of the sky.

There, the vines that supported the entire sky were lush and flourishing. Even from a distance, one could see the distorted human faces made up of patterns on the tree. Countless vine snakes surrounded it, like the creation tree that supported the heaven and earth in the myth.

The steel snake in the sky is a giant beast of destruction that devours roots, bringing death and war. Its master has just walked out of a fierce war, and its emotionless beast eyes coldly overlook the ruler who created chaos.

One was in the sky, the other was on the ground; they were facing each other from a distance, gazing at each other, examining each other.

After a moment, the red-haired young man stood on the snake's head and raised his sword towards the giant tree in a challenge. Without a pause, the snake spread its wings and drew sharp lines in the air. It fell like a meteor, breaking through the obstruction of the hanging vines and rushing straight towards the opponent!

The fallen vines came down like a torrential rain, entwining and pulling at the giant snake's body. Even after being torn apart, it still refused to give up, wanting to wrap up and devour the provocateur.

The steel snake flapped its wings, forcing a stalemate with it. Amid the fierce roar of all the magic circles, the red-haired young man jumped high and stepped onto the front vine.

The long sword swept across, cutting through the other obstructing branches. He used the vines as footholds and ran to the front in a neat and tidy manner.

That's where Amira is.