Chapter 435: One Person's End
Still no strange phenomena occurred, as if this area had forgotten how to be angry, and all the passionate emotions had died in the past.
No birds are still hovering, not even the nosy crows appear here.
Lin Qi had just stayed in the village for a while when the sky turned gray. The first drop of blood fell from the sky to the ground, bringing continuous drizzle.
Under the scarlet rain curtain, at Lynch's feet, in front of the houses with open doors on both sides of the street, and on the empty streets, faint moans were poured in the blood.
"I feel so bad, doctor."
".Doctor Anlai, please save her. Little Nona is coughing up blood."
A corpse appeared out of nowhere in the empty village, holding up a young corpse and leaning against the window, its wide-open, frozen eyes still looking towards the center of the village.
There was a makeshift isolation area where bodies of people, young and old, lay on beds.
Right at Lynch's feet, a boy maintained a climbing posture, his empty eyes filled with pus. Lynch could see his insides. He was left with only the outermost layer of skin.
Even so, he was still reaching out towards the center of the village, as if trying to grab something.
Lynch stepped over corpse after corpse. Tiny lives filled the entire village, but they were burned to ashes before they could get close to the lizardmen.
The dead in all kinds of appearances all have the same characteristics - they seem to have their minds affected by something, perhaps it is an instinctive desire to survive, or it may be a higher-level suggestion, everyone is looking at the same place.
Even the corpses, which had clearly caused chaos in their despair before death and were still holding rusty weapons in their hands, had their necks tilted at a strange angle, staring intently into the depths of the village.
"You killed them," Lynch read the message.
The bloody rain fell quietly, washing over the corpses and soaking the rotting, unwilling dead in blood.
The world is stagnant, and every frame seems to be a pause, just like Lynch's experience when he deliberately slows down his senses - time is in slow motion.
More cries for help, screams, angry roars, scolding, comfort and crying emerged one by one in the rain. When those seeking help could not be healed, violence appeared in the souls of the dying people.
Half-real and half-illusory shadows stumbled on the street, some holding children, some supporting each other. They pushed and shouted to squeeze out a way to survive, but the chaos eventually caused everyone to be stuck on the road.
Even more extreme violence occurred when the first person fell on the road. Anger, fear, and the eagerness to save his son triggered madness and finally insanity.
More and more people were pushed to the ground. People forgot about etiquette, friendship and order. Trampling killed some of the weak first. The person standing alone beside the patient deep in the village shouted weakly, but could not stop the frenzy of the people.
Death began to spread. The middle-aged doctor wearing a bird-beak mask took off his mask. Blood flowed from his eye sockets, mouth corners, and ear slits. He coughed violently and could no longer utter a cry to maintain order.
Mortals' defenses are too weak, and everyone knows that when the Father of Corruption's gaze is upon the world, the plague cannot be contained or stopped.
This is the truth that has existed for eight thousand years, a rule built on death and infection.
The hopeless mob rushed to the doctor, but he could save no one.
People stepped on the corpses, broke through the wooden barriers and crowded around the only doctor. It was unknown who started the fight first, but the mad people tightly grasped the doctor's robe, arms, legs and neck.
It seemed as if they could be saved if they could just touch the doctor, and densely packed arms rushed towards him.
When the wishes were not met, the riots intensified.
First, a man who was about to die from the disease threw the doctor to the ground. Questions spread among the group like a plague. Explanations and pleas were blocked in the doctor's throat by violent coughing. He tried in vain to find the medicine bag, but he was still unable to seize any chance of survival.
The beatings spoke of complete chaos. When people realized that their only hope had been beaten to death, the remaining people could only squat on the ground or lie in the corner helplessly, watching each other die.
The dense shadows quickly faded, groaning in the blood rain, and finally disappeared.
When Lynch reached the center of the village, another shadow appeared.
As if it was a joke played by fate, or an invisible mockery from a powerful being, the doctor who was supposed to be dead crawled out from among the corpses and looked around the silent village in a daze.
Joy, anger, sorrow and resentment flashed across the doctor's face in just a few breaths. He seemed to be communicating with an invisible existence, cursing or begging, or suddenly falling into hysterical self-doubt and beating his head frantically.
He finally stood up like a possessed man, staggered back into the house, and opened a black leather book with cracked, half-bloody, half-pus fingers, turning directly to the last page and scribbling on it with the blood on his hand.
He seemed to have found a cure for the plague.
After finishing writing, the doctor threw the book to the ground, lay timidly on the table and cried softly.
Ghostly shadows appear and disappear intermittently in the world, flickering and appearing and disappearing from time to time.
The rain became increasingly heavy, silently washing over the filthy ground. It was so quiet that it seemed like an illusion.
".Kill me help me kill me"
A faint, whispering auditory hallucination appeared in Lynch's ears.
Even living is a torture when you have lost everything, let alone being enslaved by your mortal enemy.
It was like a person who was no longer able to make a sound was shouting.
".Please kill me"
It's like a person calling out in vain in a closed room.
". Kind people. Please, anyone, help me.. Kill me, kill me"
This was a very difficult thing to do, but he asked the right person for help.
Teclis reached an agreement with the refugees that he would lift the wanted warrants for them, which required a meeting with the Elector Counts, and they still did not know how the war in the south was going.
Those who were talking did not notice the fiery clouds in the sky until a series of exclamations brought their thoughts back and directed their gazes to the sky.
The flames flowed and turned upside down in the clouds.
The archmage's second vision keenly saw the light green smoke engulfed by flames, and a disaster ended before it even began.
The wizard continued to house the refugees, and in order to conceal his tracks, he mortgaged several carriages.
Now the team has just grown a little bit.
It was not until the evening that the lizardmen returned, leaving a clearing covered with scorch marks in the forest. Teclis knew that there was no need to ask any more questions, nor to worry about what happened next.
(End of this chapter)
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