Chapter 93

After Tao Zheng discovered that the fifth volume had a double cover, he picked up the sixth volume and felt that the hint was very obvious.

The character on the cover of Book 6 is of course "Winchester".

In the main story contained in the previous five volumes, his true appearance had never been revealed, so on the outer cover of this volume, the merchant was still wearing an embroidered cloak that separated him from the outside world.

However, the pattern on the cloak has changed. The extremely fine pattern on the dark color looks like the tracks drawn by the stars in the night sky. The silver mask is only slightly exposed. He lowers his head, and the cigarette in his hand is the one that has been dyed dark purple by evil thoughts. He still looks mysterious and dignified.

Tao Zheng carefully peeled off the outer cover and immediately exclaimed "Wow!"

The positions of the characters in the cover remain roughly the same, but the atmosphere is completely different. In this picture, Chen Xing appears in his true appearance, half curled up and lying quietly under a tree, while the gorgeous pink petals pile up like a mountain, almost burying him like snow.

The beautiful colors of the petals and the scattered long hair were spread out almost indistinguishably, making him look like an extremely exquisite doll abandoned here.

It's so unfair that she looks like this. Who wouldn't call her wife? Even if it's just to show respect, you would say: Hi, wife!

Tao Zheng was no exception. At this moment, she was just glad that she had decisively bought Chen Xing's copy for his face when it was on sale nearby. This man was really untrustworthy, but he could still maintain his position forever with just his face. He was indeed a fragment of God.

She admired the cover and then turned to the main story. The plots in the previous volume, except for the day when Xiaoman learned of Sumei's death, were mostly about the daily training and fighting in the City of Arena. Tao Zheng felt that there was no need to review either of them immediately.

The plot of this volume is much more eventful, including Xiaoman killing Elerytna to avenge his friend, the farewells and separations of the Arena City Limited Trio, Chen Xing's reappearance and revealing of his true face, and even the first appearance of Nirvana as the ending, which is very exciting and intriguing, as if the ending was deliberately calculated when the plot was drawn.

Tao Zheng read the entire book in one breath, touched the goose bumps on his arms that were aroused by his emotional immersion, and felt that entering this pit was the most correct decision he made this year.

It seems that in order to maintain equal treatment, since Chen Xing has already appeared on the cover of the single volume, the protagonist of the new extra story attached to this volume is not him.

The story begins with a brief scene in which Amara searches for the missing Templar team. After that, he takes over the weapon from the young man, follows the trail of the criminals, and walks alone through the wilderness fearlessly and courageously, which reminds him of another past event.

"Teacher, what are you looking at?"

It was a normal day with bright sunshine. Taloya, a young lion with his hair dyed gray like bird feathers, was wearing a tight training suit. When he saw the teacher standing by the goalpost holding a book made of scattered pages of different sizes, he curiously tried to take a closer look.

Amara's personality was not like Suni's. She seldom considered the child's inner endurance, so she held the book without moving, allowing her disciples to read it.

What appeared before Taloya's eyes was a file that he was very familiar with, with his own name signed on the left footer.

As can be seen from the simple drawing attached - this is the file of two incidents that occurred simultaneously on that night that he will never forget.

There happened to be a charcoal sketch on the right side of the spread, showing the massive spikes that exploded at the Gino family cemetery.

"...Ah, are you going to investigate it yourself?" Taloya obviously recalled his personal experience of being knocked on the door by a dead man and a series of events that followed. That was quite a test of his psychological quality, so the blood he had exercised for a long time shrank from his limbs back into his heart. He looked at the teacher's face fearfully and asked tentatively.

"I am planning to go to the Bronze City." Amara really said so.

"But I think this survey is quite thorough... Mammy also wants you to stay at home for the time being."

Although the teacher was a serious person, he rarely spoke harshly to his students, which allowed his students to speak up when they felt confident. Taloya stroked his short hair at the back of his head, trying to dissuade him.

“I’m not saying the data we have now isn’t good enough,” Amara said. “It’s just… a little unsettling.”

Templar Sword's words were full of uncertainty, which was rare. His eyes did not drift away, but fell on the scene sketch, looking at the stone spikes that were actually tens of meters long, formed overnight and were as large as an ancient forest.

Being too accurate in your intuition will only hurt you! Tao Zheng knew what happened later and felt deeply that the fate of the anti-color group was destined from this.

She turned to the next page and saw that Amara was indeed very active and was leaving the Holy City and heading outside.

On the way, he intercepted a baby that was taken away by a wild animal and sent it back to the village. Just as he handed the tiny swaddling clothes to the baby's family, he heard another piece of news besides gratitude from the overjoyed villagers.

"I thought he was captured again, and I was wasting my time trying to raise money... If I had known he was kidnapped, I would have gone out and looked for him!"

It seemed that the middle-aged man who had some authority among the villagers was regretting his lack of consideration and almost causing the whole family to lose all their money.

The Winged Tribe looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Who do you think took the child away?"

The scene changed, and he was already walking alone through the forest, his movements so agile that he hardly needed to draw his sword to chop through the bushes or thorns that were in his way.

Finally, Amara stopped in front of a cave that must be very deep, slightly above the halfway point of the mountain, and slowly frowned.

He bent down and picked up a handful of dirt from the ground in front of the cave.

The broken soil scattered in small clumps like damp wheat flour, leaving an abnormal dark red stain on his fingertips.

No matter how poor and vicious the criminals are, would they soak the soil in front of where they live in blood?

Amara doesn't think so.

The situation was more serious than he had imagined for ordinary bandits who made a living by extorting and looting villages. He became cautious and walked slowly towards the entrance of the cave. When he didn't find any corpse, he tried to pry off a cracked rock on the ground with his hands.

Sure enough, compared to the unclear color on the surface, he found a lot of more obvious and thicker blood stains on the side of the crack, which had seeped into the stone cracks not long ago.

Amara drew out her long sword and walked deeper.

He did not rashly turn on the light, but relied on his exceptionally good eyesight to trek through the long and narrow passage in near darkness, with enough time to remember every fork in the road where the sound of wind could be heard.

Amara's inner monologue explains why he decided there was no need to search for these forks in the road - he followed the increasingly strong smell of fresh blood, which was the best signpost.

Tao Zheng watched him go deeper and deeper with a serious look on his face, and had a vague sense of what would happen next.

However, things still exceeded her expectations, in a sense.

Finally, a second creature in the cave, other than Amara, makes some movement, but the dialogue boxes that pass by the screen indicate that the other person is humming a song.

Let us leave all our troubles behind tonight, and go to the land of peaceful dreams, little man… The stars are swaying over the side of the ship. The stars are swaying over the side of the ship.

This song...there's no way Tao Zheng wouldn't remember it.

It was the lullaby that Xiaoman's mother had sung for her. Later, when Xiaoman, who had just left home, fell into an uneasy sleep, the white-haired boy let the girl rest her head on his lap and softly sang to her this lullaby that all beastmen, abandoned people, and disabled people know.

The two people who had different information reacted differently. Tao Zheng outside the painting was horrified, while Amara in the painting silently lit up the divine light, letting it float near her left shoulder in the form of silver stars, making her face look more like it was covered with a layer of frost.

He walked towards the direction where the strong smell of blood and faint singing came from.

Turning around a long, flat rock pillar that had been crudely knocked and repaired, the silver light of the magic merged with the dim firelight.

The reason why the fire was so dim that it could not be seen from a distance was because the substance that kept it burning was quite impure.

It was simply a large mass of biological fat floating in the middle of an unknown liquid in the exposed abdomen of a dead person. The brightness was not enough to provide effective lighting, it just kept burning.

Tao Zheng sucked his teeth and made a hissing sound. The alien world was not about science, and lighting sky lanterns was an ancient literary technique. She had also seen many bloody scenes in horror movies, so at this moment she just thought, "Fuck it."

After all, these things are not easily visible in the main story, even though the author has made the content very obscure by using the brightness and the proportion of the corpse pile in the picture.

Mr. Nie, you are such a crazy person with a keen sense of art. It seems that you are quite gentle to Xiaoman and Chenxing!

——That's right, the monster who piled the bodies of the thieves in the corner and sat alone in the open space, humming a song and slowly polishing a stone, who else could it be but Nirvana?

But this is actually very reasonable. After all, it's not the only time he went to a remote place to play. He killed the thief because he thought it was noisy, dragged him into the cave because he was cleaning up his act, and quietly played with himself because it was his usual harmless villain behavior. The only difference was whether he was caught or not. There was no ooc at all! Tao Zheng gradually understood everything.

The changes in light and shadow brought by Amara were obvious, but he still turned his back to the person who came and did not move. The light of the magic illuminated the two evil and twisted horns clearly, and the shadow was cast on the stone wall in front of him, or rather, the bandit leader embedded in the stone wall.

Unlike his companions who were all killed instantly in panic, the big guy was still alive, but he was nailed to the stone wall. His limbs were cut open and his flesh was neatly spread out. His chest and abdomen had lost the protective outer layer like his face, and his ribs and trembling abdominal cavity could be directly seen.

"Help... Help..." The bandit leader moved his exposed gums and made a very weak cry for help to Amara.

"Stop all actions immediately and tell me where you come from." Amara did not respond, but said to the unknown person with black hair who was more ferocious than the bandits.

The man stopped humming, but ignored Amara's words. He stood up and stuffed the stones carved into the shape of eyeballs into the pre-cut holes on the bandit leader's body, making them look like natural eyes.

I don't know where those stones came from, but after polishing, there are indeed some dark purple shadows on the surface.

There were exactly five eyeball-like stones in total, but none of them was placed where the eyes should be.

Tao Zheng immediately thought of the Star God postcard: Oh!

The monster with blood on his hands stepped back slightly and carefully observed his shocking pretense for a moment, but shook his head and sighed softly, probably feeling dissatisfied.

"Did you hear that? Stop immediately!" Amara emphasized her tone and gave a second warning.

"I said you're annoying." Nie Pu finally turned his head and said in a very direct and disapproving tone. His expression was as normal as if he were a passerby chatting on the street, not as if the blood in the room was caused by him.

As a reader, Tao Zheng has been able to quickly adapt to the various performances of the villain because of habit, so she just admires Amara sincerely.

After all, this is such a rock-solid mental stability - the opposite side is not a known race just by looking at the characters! And in this horror movie scene! So anyone would have the same experience, right? Of course, you can't help but ponder these weird elements and reduce your rationality, because this set of thinking process is the more you want to explore the truth, the more you can't escape it.

But Amara can ask questions directly using the tone and procedures of performing official duties. In front of him, even the protagonist and the villain can enjoy equal treatment. This is simply another meaning of equality for all!

"I'm tired of it. I'll leave this guy to you." Niebu said to the dark corner in the distance and snapped his fingers casually.

There was a slight noise coming from the other side, and Amara looked over with suspicion, as if she had just discovered that there was a living creature hidden between the long-standing stench of filth and decay and the smell of fresh blood.

Actually, it’s a living person.

Something extremely skinny, covered with some rags, crawled out and rushed towards the bandit leader who had suddenly lost the stone spikes and slid down the mountain wall. It bit down hard before its fingers could touch the pile of blurred flesh and blood.

The child that jumped out from the darkness was almost no longer a human. From the way he crawled, it was easy to tell that his limbs had been twisted off and then grown back randomly. He looked extremely emaciated, and the flesh that was tightly attached to his bones was yellowish and blue, not even pale. However, his eyes were as bright as a lamp that had run out of oil.

The child tore the raw meat from the wound on the corpse and stuffed it into his mouth. He twisted his face into a ball and tried to chew it, but he had no teeth. He couldn't stop vomiting the meat as soon as he swallowed it. No matter how you look at it... he looks more like a monster than the black-haired man standing next to him.

Amara had seen countless victims, and just by looking at this scene, he could guess their origins and general experiences, just like a reader who had read many similar story plots.

The Sword of the Temple fell into a sad silence for a moment. As Nirvana looked at the human flesh mixed with saliva that was bitten and spit out on the ground, his face between the falling black hair showed no disgust or the slightest condescending pity.

He simply watched this feeble revenge ritual that was accomplished only by accident, and waited respectfully for its end.

Amara intervened and interrupted it. The Winged Tribe believed that as an adult, he should take on the responsibility of protecting the victimized child, so he took off his clean outer robe, walked over and put it on the child.

Even though Amara was skinny, his coat was still enough to completely wrap the strange child, and there was probably still enough space for another half layer. This could prove that the latter was so thin that it was horrible. The only thing that could support this life was perhaps the obsession with revenge, and it would not be surprising if he died at any time.

But he was probably not saintly enough to allow the child, who had already deviated from social logic, to bite anyone he saw, so the first thing he did when approaching was to use his magic to make the victim, who could no longer withstand the beating, fall into a peaceful sleep.

"Will you not give this poor fellow a hug?"

The bigger monster didn't stop either, acting very calmly and with great interest, as if trying to get closer.

"Your name... I'm sure I've never met you. Who gave you the information?" Amara asked in return.

"No need for that. I have seen Amara with my own eyes, of course, but with a different face and eyes. For example, at the scene of that particularly grand execution twenty years ago, under the large slanting branch of the third oldest olive tree in the cathedral, and by the fountain at the palace's midsummer festival... You look as correct and disgusting as ever, sir."

The monster's tone was as poetic and intimidating as ever, and it really sounded like an acquaintance that we had met before in a different place, but we just had no impression of each other.

But judging from Amara's expression, the Templar Sword could only draw the definitive conclusion that he was troubled and mentally ill, just like every pagan or ambitious person with his own unique ideas.

He first gently put the sleeping child down and protected him with a barrier, then pressed the hilt of the sword again.

Nirvana actually allowed all these actions.

Just as Amara was about to say something, a spike suddenly rose up with the intention of destroying the entire chest cavity in an instant. The angle was dangerous and almost silent, and Amara narrowly avoided it. The next moment, the spike stilled into a sharp prism that slanted through the entire mountain hole, and it looked so solid that it seemed to have grown here many years ago.

When it was finished, Amara had just landed on the ground and stood up, and her short gray hair had just returned to its original position.

"You..." Amara unexpectedly and immediately thought of the conspiracy when she ran into the real culprit during the impromptu trip.

"Of course you will feel very restricted here, sir. But——"

"In my opinion, if you use it as a birdcage, it is much more spacious than your cathedral."

——Although Amara's anger point is really easy to understand, his heart is full of the temple he has devoted his life to, but if you don't provoke him, will you die? Tao Zheng looked at this picture while complaining in his heart.

The gradually growing stone spikes are more like decoration of the scene than deliberately squeezing the existing space. The natural glass-like texture on the surface refracts the divine light, adding a weird and holy artistic feel to the cave makeup.

Amara first confirmed that the child's shelter was not affected, and then her anger eased a little. She said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense about the temple again, otherwise I will exercise my power to execute those who disrespect it on the spot."

"Oh. I'm so scared." The monster said lightly.

Before Tao Zheng read the text, his brain immediately became alert because of the expression he saw intuitively - in contrast to Amara who practiced what she said, the Evil Thoughts Group were the more gentle their attitudes were, the more cruel their actions were. Every time they showed a face that said they were not angry at all, something bad was bound to happen!

Her understanding of the role was spot on, because in the next frame the monster changed position like a ghost and slammed Amara against the rock wall with such force that it felt like her ribs and internal organs were shattered just by looking at it.

"Now?" he asked.

The extra story ends with Amara struggling to hold up her sword, and her face stained with blood behind the blade. The injured Falcon's eyes are still clear and calm, and his pupils are like another sword hidden in the icy lake.

This extra chapter established the incompatible nature of these two characters from the beginning, Amara's serious and determined personality, and Nirvana's super different treatment of different people. It also proved once again that the combat power of a certain villain is a walking bug, which is really scary. This makes Tao Zheng look forward to the update of the main story even more.

"Now I want to see the two of you fight for 300 rounds..." Tao Zheng's roommate, who had been sitting next to him from the beginning, answered with a strange expression.

"The authorities are really bold when they do this," Tao Zheng patted the shoulder of his roommate who was more eager to fight than Amara, and sighed, "Cangtian is dead, and the anti-color should be established... The first meeting has also been filled, and the tension has been fully pulled. It's your world from now on, Ms. Dan!"

"Very good. I will appoint you as the Grand Marshal of the Army. Go and collect food and grass from all over the world for me to prepare for war." The roommate's expression calmed down a little, closed the book, and continued.

"What to eat?"

"One serving of black pepper roast pork rice with less sauce, more ice and 70% sugar in lemon tea, and two roasted sausages."

"Okay!"