From this chapter onwards, the content will be on the right track. I will try to write in a way that I feel is better.
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Earth was still orbiting according to the orbit of the stars.
In the blink of an eye, two months passed.
The dark snow dormant inside and outside the giant wall gradually melted, and the temperature on the surface slowly rose. The rainy season was approaching.
This was not good news for everyone. Compared to the solidified snow, people hated the all-pervasive rain even more.
"Captain, why did we come to this area?" Sareth looked worriedly at the broken corpses all around him and said to the captain, "I heard from a brother of Team 3 that in the past two months, most of the hunting teams in the Red Desolate Zone 2 have disappeared, and none of them have survived. There are already rumors that there are terrifying monsters lurking here. If we encounter them, we'll probably be in trouble." Sareth nodded.
Saunière patted him on the shoulder and smiled. "Buddy, these are all rumors. This place has been baptized by the corpse tide, so how can there be any high-level monsters left? The corpse king that gathered the corpse tide has long been killed, and its weapons have fallen into Her Highness Hathaway's hands."
"God bless us. I hope we're fine." Sareth's worry did not disappear as he prayed.
Langdon smiled. "This is the Wasteland, the Forbidden Land of God. Even if there's a god, he can't protect you."
Sareth glared at her. "Nonsense. This world was created by God. Don't blaspheme God anywhere in the world!"
Langdon was unhappy when she heard this. "Even if there's a god, he's an evil god."
"Shut up!" Saunière suddenly said.
The two ignored him and continued to argue. Saunière looked ahead and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?" A thin figure stood there. He was relatively slender but bony, with deep eye sockets. He was wearing tattered armor with the faint engraving of the dragon emblem. At this moment, he was staring straight at the five of them. In his deep eye sockets were a pair of pitch-black eyes without the slightest emotion, making Saunière extremely uncomfortable and feel a great threat.
Langdon and Sareth immediately sensed the silent appearance of this figure and were shocked, especially Langdon. She had the ability to detect heat sources. Although she was arguing with Sareth, she was constantly observing the surroundings and did not notice when this person had approached and appeared directly in front of them. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a ghost!
The ghostly figure did not reply. He looked at them indifferently with his dark eyes, and then his figure suddenly flickered and disappeared into thin air.
Seeing the latter disappear, Sareth was bewildered. Was it an illusion just now? The next moment, he heard Captain Saunière shout, "Be careful!" Just as he reacted, he suddenly saw the ghostly figure that had disappeared earlier appear directly in front of him as if it had teleported. This change was beyond his expectations. Just as he was about to block, he felt a pain in his abdomen, and his body was sent flying.
After sending one person flying, the ghostly figure dashed forward like a wolf in a flock of sheep. In the blink of an eye, Langdon, who was proficient in perception, was knocked down. A cold light slashed across Langdon's snow-white neck. The girl's eyes widened as she fell to the ground unwillingly.
"No!" Saunière's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. With a roar, he drew his sword and rushed out.
His sword was light, sharp, and fast.
However, after exchanging blows several times, the sword was unable to even touch the ghostly figure.
Soon, when their palms crossed, Saunière's sword mysteriously disappeared and fell into the hand of the ghostly figure. The next moment, with a flash of light, Saunière's body stiffened. He raised his hand to cover the blade in his chest. For the first time, he truly felt the sharpness of the sword.
After he fell, the ghostly figure pulled out the sword and flicked its finger. The sharp sword flew out and stabbed into the ground, trembling non-stop.
The ghostly figure bent down to pick up the corpses, turned around, and ran away quickly. The way it ran was like a gorilla in the forest.
Soon, the ghostly figure stopped in front of a boulder. It moved the boulder away and threw the three corpses into the passage. Then it slid down the passage and climbed out from the other side. It returned to the control room where it had been living for two months.
The small room was rather messy. Bones were scattered all over the floor, all of which had been gnawed and stained with blood. Most of the bones were still stained with blood and flesh. Other than that, the stink of feces and urine drifted over from the corner of the wall. Above the stink of filth, the treasures of human civilization on the bookshelves were covered, but it was still difficult to cover the disgusting stench!
Dean threw the three corpses into the small room buried deep in the ground. He lay down and rested. He didn't care about the stench in the air. While resting, he looked at the beautiful figure standing quietly a few meters in front of him. Compared to the bloody, chaotic, and filthy environment around her, she was like a green lotus.
As long as he gazed at her, even in such an environment, Dean didn't feel the slightest bit tired. The surrounding bones were like flowers in full bloom, and each one was floating with a pleasant fragrance.
His cheekbones were so thin that his cheekbones were prominent. There was a smile on his cheekbones.
"When the last instruction training is over, we can go back," he said softly to her.
Aisha stood quietly, expressionless. She didn't roar or respond. She didn't even blink her eyelids. She stood in front of Dean like a wooden sculpture.
Dean had long been accustomed to her state. He smiled and waited for his physical strength to recover a little. He climbed up from the ground, picked up the woman's corpse, and handed it to her.
The strong smell of blood drifted out from Langdon's snow-white neck. It was like a tempting devil's claw, constantly stimulating Aisha's senses. Her pure black eyes slightly shrank, her snow-white nose slightly twitched, and the corner of her mouth slightly trembled. It seemed that she was trying to endure and was extremely eager.
Dean silently counted the time in his heart. Soon, five minutes had passed. At this time, Aisha's reaction was much stronger. Her originally vertical hands trembled slightly, and her neck slightly twisted. Her eyes were fixed on the snow-white neck in front of her.
Dean saw that she was about to reach her limit, so he immediately snapped his fingers.
Hearing the snapping sound, Aisha instantly looked like she had been freed from a cage. She showed an extremely ferocious and ugly expression. Her originally beautiful face was instantly torn apart. She completely disregarded her image and picked up the food in front of her. She bit, gnawed, and swallowed like a hungry traveler who had fainted and wolfed down a piece of black bread.
This twisted and bloody scene was staged in front of Dean.
It seemed that because she was too excited, Aisha bit so hard that blood spurted out from Langdon's snow-white neck and splashed on Dean's face. However, Dean just quietly stared at the crazy figure in front of him as if he didn't feel anything.
After Langdon's neck was completely bitten off, Dean snapped his fingers again. The crazy Aisha immediately froze, stopped, and then let go of her hand. Langdon's body, which she was holding in her arms, fell straight to the ground. His head, which still had a sliver of blood on it, immediately broke off in the fall. The head fell off and rolled to the side of the skeleton's pelvis. Her beautiful eyes were still wide open.
Dean looked at Aisha who had regained her calmness. His eyes showed a gentle color. He took out a clean silk handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped Aisha's blood-stained lips. As for where this silk handkerchief came from, he couldn't remember clearly. It seemed to be from a woman in a squad he had killed a few days ago.
While Dean was wiping, Haisha was expressionless. She was motionless and motionless.
After wiping her lips, Dean looked at her and smiled. Then he stretched out his hand to her, like a gentleman at a ball inviting a noble lady.
Aisha was silent for a moment when she saw his raised hand. Her palm was slightly raised, a little stiff, but she handed it to Dean as if she was returning a courtesy. Dean was very satisfied. He pinched her fingertips and held them up gracefully. Then he used the other end of the silk handkerchief to gently wipe her white and tender fingers. One by one, he wiped all the blood stains in the gaps between her fingers. He was like a rich man wiping his most beloved jewelry.
Soon, he finished wiping and put down her palm in the same elegant posture. He smiled and asked, "You've been standing for so long. Are you tired?"
Aisha was expressionless and motionless.
Dean showed a happy smile as if he had gotten the answer. He said, "Tired? Let's sit down and have a rest, okay?"
Aisha was still standing still.
Dean listened attentively. Soon his eyebrows moved and he said with a smile, "Then let's have a rest." As he spoke, he supported her body and brought her to a chair at the side. He took out two metal rods from his belt and lightly tapped them twice, making a 'ding ding' sound.
Aisha slowly sat on the chair, but her back was still straight.
Dean smiled and sat on the ground next to the chair. He rested his head on her lap and gently stroked her calf. He said softly, "We will go back soon. At that time, I will help you find a way to restore your consciousness … After all, didn't they say that even God exists? In that case, why can't there be a way to bring the dead back to life?"
"Well, I know that you and I have the same idea."
"You have a good rest. I'm a little tired …"
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A few days later.
In the Dragon Fortress, Jacques bowed his head and looked at Hailey who was sitting on the majestic throne above the steps. He said, "Your Royal Highness, the squads in the second area of the Red Wasteland have frequently disappeared. All of them were wiped out. It's a bit unreasonable to say that such a situation is normal. According to our past experience, even if we encountered a high-level monster, there would be some news. It's unlikely that the whole team would be wiped out. I hope that Your Royal Highness can investigate this."
Hailey said in a condescending tone, "What do you think is the situation?"
Jacques secretly glanced at her. He was hesitant, but he still said his thoughts: "Your Royal Highness, you said that Her Royal Highness Aisha died together with the Corpse King. However, in my opinion, although the Corpse King was guarded by two giant corpses and was very terrible, it shouldn't be Her Royal Highness Aisha's opponent. Perhaps there are changes in the second area of the Red Wasteland that we don't know about."
Hailey narrowed her eyes: "So, you think my sister is not dead?"
Jacques shook his head: "That's not what I mean. Her Royal Highness Aisha's Blood Baron is inseparable from her. If the sword is dead, the sword is dead. I just think that if Her Royal Highness Aisha is dead, it means that the Corpse King in the second area of the Red Wasteland is stronger than we thought. Perhaps there are three giant corpses guarding the Corpse King. If that's the case, we may have missed one. I think that we should send an elite team to investigate so as to avoid unnecessary sacrifice of ordinary Dragon Guards. "
Hailey nodded slightly: "Interesting. Let's do that. You will personally lead the team to investigate this matter."
Jacques breathed a sigh of relief and quickly accepted the order.
After Jacques left the hall, a person immediately flashed out from the dark side of the hall and said to Hailey: "Your Royal Highness, we can't let Jacques go to the second area of the Red Wasteland. Her perception ability is one of the best among the eight generals. If she really finds something, won't …"
Hailey said indifferently: "The best way to solve suspicion is to let her find the answer herself. Do you think I don't know that the purpose of her going to the Red Wasteland is to find out the cause of my sister's death? Humph, she is too self-righteous. Considering the situation of the corpse tide at that time, my sister's body would not be left after her death. Don't forget, she is the purest person in our Dragon Clan. Her blood has a fatal attraction to monsters. "
"I see." The shadow bowed his head and said respectfully: "Your Royal Highness is thoughtful."
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In the vast and chaotic wasteland, two figures walked on foot. From the figure, it was a man and a woman. The man was carrying a small backpack, and the woman was empty-handed. She followed the man closely like a ghost.
In the sky filled with dark clouds, there was a faint sound of thunder.
It seemed that a heavy rain was coming.
Dean was a little tired, so he stopped to take a rest. He heard the sound of thunder above his head. He looked up and suddenly thought of something. He looked around and soon found a bush.
He walked over, found a few big leaves, and weaved them into a straw umbrella.
Not long after he was done, heavy rain began to fall, and the raindrops quickly soaked the ground. He held the straw umbrella over Hailey's head. As the breeze blew, he looked at Hailey and smiled.
Hailey was expressionless. Her pure black eyes quietly looked at the distance in front of her, as if she was watching another world.
Dean smiled and looked up at the curtain of rain. He said to Hailey beside him: "The sky is so far away from us. Why does its rain fall on the ground?"
Hailey was silent and did not answer.
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