"Do you think you're saving the mortals from their fated misfortune, like King Sisyphus of Corinth, kidnapping the Grim Reaper so that there would be no more disasters and no more death in the human world?
However, Sisyphus still died. After his death, he was punished to push a boulder from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain with a steep slope in the Underworld. Then, the boulder would roll down the foot of the mountain, and so on. The futile Sisyphus, the endless Sisyphus, the sorrowful Sisyphus.
It was meaningless, tiring, and endless.
Are you sure you want the same fate as Sisyphus?
Because now you're pushing that rock, the rock given by the Sun God, Kerma.
You're still young, you can push it once, twice, thrice … but are you sure you'll never despair … "
George Edmond's aged voice came down together with the twisted hand that had countless tentacles attached to it. The mental impact was like a tsunami. Even the members of the coalition who were not at the foot of the black pyramid could feel it.
Jones, Kombarov, Li Zhenjing and the rest's breathing became heavy and hoarse. Inexplicable pain surged through their bodies.
They had fallen into a strange psychic realm. It was as if they were pushing a boulder up the steep and treacherous wall of the Black Pyramid. As long as they could reach the top of the pyramid, they would be fine. They had expended all their strength and effort …
But if they were not careful, the giant rock would fall; if there was a sudden accident, the giant rock would fall; even if they managed to push it up, it would still fall back.
Mortals would eventually die, and all of their efforts would ultimately be in vain.
Mortals would eventually exhaust all their energy, and all their resistance would not be able to dissolve the pyramid and the giant rock.
He was Sisyphus. Even if he managed to stop this disaster, save thousands of lives, and obtain the highest honor, what was the use? The giant rock would eventually fall. Indeed, he was Sisyphus …
"Ah …" Li Zhenjing grabbed his head, and his hope turned to dust. What was the point of the war between the Special Ops and the Spell Department? These mortal tricks were nothing but ignorance, but the sun would always hang high in the sky. It had always been so, from the beginning to the end, the sun had always existed.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he rolled on the ground in pain. "Sun God, Sun God …"
Kombarov and the others weren't in a much better situation. Even these veterans with plenty of frontline experience were in such a state. Newcomers like Lin Chengbo who hadn't gone through much training were even more vulnerable.
Lin Chengbo's entire body was twitching, and he could not control himself. However, out of the corner of his eyes, he still looked at the Crow Doctors who were still standing in front of him.
"Cast Raven Seal." Xiao Xu ordered. Deng Ximei, Peacock, Malachite, Uncle Dan, Wang Ruoxiang, and Feng Peiqian could still hold on. Regardless of whether the old man's words were philosophical or not, it was a mental attack, like a sharp knife stabbing at their throats.
They once again activated the Mark of the Crow, and had already instructed the others around them to do the same. However, Li Zhenjing, Kombarov, and the others lacked the connection to the crows, so their previous Mark of the Crow had little effect. As long as they could hold on, perhaps there would be a chance for them to counterattack.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ahead of them, George Edwin's strange left hand finally landed close to the ground. The bloody mouths of the human heads swallowed it.
However, these crow doctors were not afraid at all. If it was a few months ago, this kind of sinister, strange, and indescribable thing might make them tremble on the spot and be dominated by the fear brought by this strange thing. But now, they only felt disgusted.
In fact, some of them were even a little excited. As long as it was an extraordinary experience, they would be excited.
"Shut up!" But it was still the woman who screamed. She waved the branding iron in her hand. "I'm sorry, but I refuse to acknowledge Death, Sun God, or Sisyphus, I only acknowledge the God of Wealth!" She stabbed the branding iron into the mouth of an attacking tentacle. There was a sizzling sound of burning, and the tentacle's head suddenly let out a strange cry and shrank back. She waved the branding iron at another tentacle while shouting, "A branded skin cream costs more than five hundred, but there's still facial cleanser, makeup lotion, lotion, sunscreen, eye cream, facial mask … It's so sunny here, pay more, you damned crow!"
At the same time, her companions around her each brandished knives, axes, chains, and other tools in their hands. Bang! Bang!
The human head's crocodile teeth bit down on an axe, but the Crow Doctor continued to chop it down, splitting the rotten tentacle head in half.
Another Doctor Crow wrapped a rusty chain around a tentacle and tore it in half from the middle.
"We'll push it once, twice, three times." At this time, Zhou Haorui, who had been at the forefront, spoke in a dignified voice. The knife he was holding was a medieval doctor's scalpel. "When we are tired, there will be people coming after us to push it a fourth, a fifth, a sixth time, and then there will be people coming after us … Yes, there will be no end! But if you want to use this stone to exterminate us, don't even think about it. Today, we're going to push this broken stone up! "
Suddenly, a light like lightning flashed through the night from Zhou Haorui's back, and even the space there was shaking.
From the black leather robe on his body, something condensed and formed, as if it was real, but also like an illusion.
With a bang, a pair of huge black wings spread out, and the feathers spread out in a strange curve. It was the wings of a crow.
Zhou Haorui suddenly flew into the air, and his whole body rushed to the top of the black pyramid like lightning. The knife in his hand stabbed forward, breaking the attacking tentacles along the way.
Behind him, his companions also had light emerging from their backs. The woman said, "Didn't we agree to push it up? What's the point of flying up like this? "Before he finished speaking, a pair of giant black wings unfurled from their backs and they flew up together.
The flesh tentacles that fell from above could not stop these flying figures, and the wings of the crows covered the scorching sun.
On the top of the tower, the deformed faces of George Edwin and Hurley Faultner were still as dry as a desert. More tentacles rushed out to catch the flying crows.
On the ground, those who were still able to observe the battle had another wave of shock. Those crow doctors were flying … Curse? Mutant? Or some kind of technology?
"Everyone get ready, be careful." Xiao Xu did not lose his calm because of excitement. "This black pyramid is moving, the enemy is not done yet!"
Seeing that the crows were about to rush to the top of the tower, even Deng Ximei's heart was in a mess. Would they reach the top, or would they break their wings?
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