Lao Wang had been overjoyed with the precious treasure and had forgotten to remind Jonas. In reality, based on Lao Wang's estimations, Jonas was at the peak of the Foundational Stage. It would definitely be rather strenuous for him to hold this heavy sword, but it should not have been to this extent. However, he had forgotten that he felt that it was easier to hold because the physical body of his divine cells was too abnormal. Furthermore, the sword had recognized its owner, so it felt lighter in his hands …
"Are you alright?" Wang Zhong did not know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to pick up the heavy sword.
"Don't move!" Flying Pig wanted to die and had a mournful expression. At that moment, his eight fingers felt completely numb. "It's — it's broken!"
Damn, this was too much of a scam!
In the Mirror World.
In the pitch-black night sky, a scarlet full moon suddenly lit up in the sky! The dark red moonlight scattered across this cursed world and released fluctuations of magic. Amid these fluctuations, figures staggered out from the shadows one after another. They silently twisted. Then, they stood up straight and looked up at the scarlet moon in the sky. Just a moment ago, they had been slaughtering monsters that had been distorted by the curse. Now, under the moonlight, their wills and souls were slowly returning to their scattered knowledge.
"Ah …"
"No!"
After the crazy curse faded, when they recalled their memories, massive pain rose from the bottom of their hearts. They howled in despair.
The Resistance Army camp …
As the scarlet moonlight scattered, everyone walked out at the same time and gathered in the empty space of the camp. The flickering yellow bonfire seemed to dilute the scarlet moonlight and illuminated everyone's faces as they looked at the sky.
Sorrow spread. "The Day of Awakening has arrived again."
"There's nothing more painful than this."
The curse caused people to go crazy, but being immersed in the madness of the curse was not necessarily a form of release. However, it was very obvious that the manager of the Mirror World would not give them this opportunity. The scarlet moon that appeared every once in a while gave all the exiles time to wake up. Pain that was even sadder than madness grew in the chests of every survivor. They were pained by the slaughter they had committed in their madness. They remembered everything, how they had killed, how they had eaten raw meat, and how they had thirsted for fresh blood.
"I can't live, and I can't die …"
There was a long sigh. In the distance, under the crimson moonlight, a large group of spirits that emitted a gloomy gray color drilled out of the ground. Their spirits trembled as deep pain condensed in the depths of their souls. They wanted to scream, but as spirits, they could not scream or vent at all. They could only silently endure all the pain. Their consciousness that had just been forcibly awakened was being smashed into pieces by the terrifying memories over and over again. This caused them to collapse again and again. It was like a boulder exploding into gravel and then being crushed into powder. Each time, it shattered deeper and deeper!
This was the truth of this prison in the Mirror World!
Death was only the first step. The true torture was the soul after death. Even if they could survive through the slaughter, they would still shudder at the beastly acts they had committed during the Day of Awakening. Killing people might not be able to shake them, but when the memories of crawling on the ground and licking blood rushed into their minds, they immediately knew that everything they had persevered in the past had collapsed. Being awake was not as good as being crazy. At least being crazy made people forget.
Committing suicide on the Day of Awakening? Of course, there were people who had done such foolish things. However, these fools would soon find out that they were gravely mistaken! Death was not the end. The soul was sealed in this Mirror World. After death, the soul would be captured by the rules of this world. They would be trapped in the dark underground and continuously receive deeper levels of pain. This was a kind of torture that was more direct than slaughter!
It would only end when the last trace of the soul was ground by the pain and the last trace of the soul was obliterated. No, the so-called end was only a guess of the survivors. Perhaps obliteration was not the final end, but the beginning of a new, deeper level of pain!
The whispers of discussion suddenly became low and then disappeared. All eyes retracted from the crimson moon in the sky. A figure walked out of the main tent, and all eyes looked at him fervently.
He was dressed in a green robe. This was their leader, their Venus, the lighthouse of guidance. He was the Buddha Mo Wen who had dragged them out of the curse, awakened their dignity, and gave them hope!
Mo Wen was closely followed by the 'Four Great Believers' of the Resistance Army. The long-nosed Elephant-Person was always at the front. His sensitive nose could smell the scent of danger. A proud Peacock followed closely behind Mo Wen. He looked suspiciously at everyone who could possibly come into contact with the Buddha. On the left of the Buddha was a six-eyed monkey, whose three pairs of eyes were shining brightly. On the right was a Vajra Race member whose body was as powerful as a divine artifact. His massive Vajra body was enough to deter all threats.
The mournful atmosphere was swept away with Mo Wen's arrival. Everyone's gazes became firm. The Resistance Army was clear-headed. It was completely different from the painful sobriety brought about by the Day of Awakening. Mo Wen brought them a dignified sense of self. He was the only salvation of the Mirror World. As long as Mo Wen was still around, they would not fall into depravity again.
And now, they wanted to save even more brothers and sisters to join them!
Mo Wen stopped in his tracks and looked around. King Kong knelt in front of him. Mo Wen nodded slightly at King Kong and reached out to gently touch King Kong's forehead. King Kong excitedly stretched out his hands, lifted Mo Wen up, and stood on Mo Wen's shoulders.
When Vajra stood up once again, everyone had to raise their heads in order to see him. Everyone's eyes were bursting with trust and worship. Not everyone could make Vajra kneel to them, not even Gold Core experts. The dignity of the Vajra Clan could be killed, but not humiliated. Only Vajra would die standing! But here, King Kong was willing to kneel and offer his dignity to the Buddha. This meant that he could offer everything to the Buddha.
Mo Wen looked down from above, and his gaze swept across everyone's faces. There were 1,016 members of the Resistance Army from different races.
Everyone was extremely reverent towards him. As these people looked up to him, Mo Wen could feel the improvement of his abilities. It was an extremely terrifying change. He did not know what kind of strength he had now, especially his spiritual power. As the Resistance Army expanded, it continued to grow stronger. This was an extremely mysterious feeling. Mo Wen faintly felt a hint of a key. However, it was like a reflection in a mirror. He could clearly see it, but it was always separated by a layer of membrane that he could not break through. He could not grasp the true key, and he still could not figure out the details.
Perhaps, if the Resistance Army continued to expand and gained more believers, he would be able to see it more clearly. Of course, although the strength of the Resistance Army continued to expand, Mo Wen still tried his best to keep a low profile. Using this bit of strength to resist the will of the divine territory was obviously like smashing an egg against a rock. However, Mo Wen did not want a true confrontation. Instead, he wanted to use his own methods to occupy a place for Earth.
"Everyone, it's the Day of Awakening again. During the previous Day of Awakening, we only rescued 121 brothers and sisters to join us in 11 days. This number is far from enough compared to the survivors who are still cursed. However, fortunately, these 121 brothers and sisters who have suffered the same torment and suffering as us are all standing here today. Not a single one of them is missing, and not a single one of them has left. They have all chosen to believe in me, believe in everyone, and believe in the Resistance Army. Thank you, and thank everyone."
Many people in the crowd puffed out their chests. They were the 121 people who had been rescued previously. Their gazes were especially intense, and their lips were tightly pursed. Their breathing was tight. They had a strong sense of mission.
They would be the main force of this rescue operation.
"Remember, we will try our best not to use violence. Let everyone know of our existence and let them find us. Of course, sometimes violence is the only way to open up a situation. When it is unavoidable, we do not need to hesitate. Everyone's safety is the first priority. Let's go!"
Mo Wen announced the start of this rescue operation.
Fallen City.
The length of the Day of Awakening brought about by the scarlet moon varied. Sometimes, it would be as short as three days, while other times, it would be as long as a month. This was related to everyone's strength.
Fallen City was a place that the divine territory had left for them to repent. Only by letting them experience a little of the happiness of "living" would they be able to compare their pain. This was the true meaning of punishment.
Only here could they feel some of the feelings that a civilized life should have.
"Have you heard of the Resistance Army?"
It was already the third day of the Day of Awakening in the tavern. The wine that had been sealed in the cellar had been opened. Although it was very unpleasant to drink, the taste of civilization that the wine brought made every visitor willing to buy a drink here. The wine did not intoxicate them, but they did. Furthermore, there would always be all kinds of new news here.
In the past, most of the news was that some expert had finally failed to resist and died somewhere, or that some expert had been sent to this damned Mirror Prison.
However, in these two Days of Awakening, the news that they heard the most was about the Resistance Army.
What were they resisting? The Mirror World? Or was it the Prison Council that stood high above and controlled their sobriety like gods?
People were already in prison. Even if there was a Day of Awakening, they could be cursed at any time and lose consciousness, turning into monsters that only knew how to kill and drink blood. Under such circumstances, what could they resist? How could they resist?
Some old survivors who had lived in the Mirror World for a long time had always scoffed at such news. "Don't get involved. If any of you are new here, listen to me. In the Mirror World, don't die casually. Death will not give you relief. It will only make you feel more pain. I believe that you have already seen those miserable gray undead before coming to the Ruins City. Death will only make you become that kind of thing, and the pain you will suffer will be ten times worse than now!"
"But I heard that the Resistance Army has someone called Buddha who can completely remove the curse and keep people awake."
"How is that possible? Did you drink too much piss wine? Lancelot, what kind of sh * tty wine did you brew? "
"Don't drink it if you don't like it!"
The Mad Rat Lancelot shouted back. He was the so-called "boss" of this rundown tavern and was one of the survivors who had lived the longest here. Furthermore, the wine he brewed was not an exaggeration. It was indeed as bad as piss, but no one could blame him. Lancelot was indeed a master brewer, but even a god was useless here.
Lancelot listened to the news of the Resistance Army. His brows were tightly furrowed because he had already come into contact with the Resistance Army during the previous Day of Awakening.
The Resistance Army had asked him to help them spread the news, but Lancelot had personally seen them use forceful and forceful methods to kidnap an old friend of his, the Ursine Man Lan.
The Resistance Army? In any case, Lancelot did not believe in those unreliable news at all. At most, it was just a bunch of lunatics gathering together to do crazy things. He had lived in the Mirror World for decades and had seen too many such things. Poor old friend Lan. Without him, Lancelot would have one less ingredient to brew wine. The Ursine Man could always obtain honey, and Lan had always kept this ability a secret. However, Lancelot knew that Lan had hidden a biological equipment called the Beehive in his body. Normally, it was used to summon poisonous bee swarms to do battle, but the gluttonous nature of the Ursine Man had changed its use to eating.
Poor Lan. Lancelot shook his head. The reason he had been kidnapped was most likely because those lunatics had found out about the secret of his Beehive.
Sigh, without honey, the wine that he could brew during the next Day of Awakening would definitely not taste as bad as piss. He was certain that it would taste even worse than piss!
Lancelot tried his best to focus his will on his brewing business. As a person who could always be awake due to his racial talent, finding something meaningful was the motivation to continue living.
Just as he was thinking about whether he should tell the people gathered in the tavern the good news that the next wine would taste even worse than this, Lancelot saw the door of the tavern being pushed open by a familiar tall figure.
The Ursine Man walked in with a smile. He was wearing a white robe with a rune on it. However, this was not the main point. The main point was that this Ursine Man was Lancelot's old friend, Honey Lan, who could make his wine taste as bad as piss!
"Old friend?!!"
Lancelot cried out Lan's nickname involuntarily.
"Hey, lowly rat, you're still alive?"
"Grunt, are you alright? You're not dead? "
Lan raised his exaggerated eyebrows. The expression on the Ursine Man's face was especially rich. "You saw me being rescued?"
"Rescued? Didn't they kidnap you? How are you still alive? You … "
"Hahaha, you old lowly rat. Your Grandpa Bear is living very well. This time, Grandpa Bear is here to bring you away."
As Lan spoke, he extended his bear claw toward Lancelot. The surrounding customers looked on in a daze. They clearly knew that the bear and the rat were friends, so they were not in a hurry to intervene.
Bang!
Lancelot did not have time to resist and was slapped to the ground by Lan's claw. He fainted. Lan picked him up and carried him on his shoulder. Then, he smiled at the people at the table who were in a daze. "Alright, those who believe me can join the Resistance Army with me. Those who don't, hehe, I won't force you this time. On the next Day of Awakening, I will bring the old lowly rat here to prove that the Resistance Army is real. Furthermore, I will bring everyone true salvation!"
Boom …
All of a sudden, the pub was in chaos. A few strong auras rose slightly, but they hesitantly retracted them. They wanted to stop Lan, but the moment their auras came into contact with each other, they sensed that Lan's fighting spirit was completely different. He did not seem like a dispirited person who had just awakened from a curse. His exuberant vitality caused them to be bewildered.
A few dispirited figures joined the Ursine Man Lan. They had smiles of despair on their faces. They did not care whether Lan could believe them or not. In any case, their bodies had already reached their limits. They were not sure if they could endure the next Day of Awakening. If they followed Lan, the worst outcome would be handing over their souls to this cursed world earlier.
The Ocean Empire Planet had already unilaterally cut off its connection with the Star Alliance, and the only transmission site built there had been sealed. If they relied on flying, even if the Machinery Race spaceship could reach the speed of light, it would take many years. Thus, if they wanted to head to the distant Dimensional World, they would naturally have to use the dimensional gates.
The last time they came here, they stayed in the artifact of the Titan supervisor. This time, they could clearly feel the aura of the black vortex in the dimensional gate. Even at the entrance, they could clearly feel the vast and mighty energy. It was a kind of wormhole energy. Perhaps it would be more efficient and stable to use a runic transmission array for short-distance teleportation, but if it was an ultra-long distance, only wormhole teleportation could truly reach any corner of the Fifth Dimension.
At this moment, four figures were standing at the entrance of the dimensional gate, waiting quietly.
"Your Highness Wang Zhong." The leader was from the Fire Demon Race. The appearance of the Fire Demon Race was very similar to that of celestialoids, except that their skin was slightly red, just like Senior Lavel. If not for her slightly red skin, she looked no different from a normal human. "I am Gelawentu from the Star Alliance Guards. I will be responsible for assisting Your Highness in this mission."
"Nice to meet you. Thank you for your hard work, Captain Gelawentu." Wang Zhong smiled and reached out to shake his hand.
"Yiheluo."
"Iga Kento, Iga Shisan, Iga Chiaki."
"Greetings, Your Highness Wang Zhong."
The four members of the Blood Demon Race with goat horns introduced themselves. The Iga Clan was considered a prosperous clan among the Blood Demon Race, and there were many experts among them. Although they were all Solid Cores, as vassals of the Fire Demon Race, the four of them stood beside Gelawentu and retreated half a body's distance. Whether it was to Gelawentu or Wang Zhong, they were rather respectful.
In the past, when he was an Earthling, the Blood Demon Race could easily surpass Wang Zhong, but once he entered the Celestial Honors Class, his status became different. Not to mention how much the Blood Demon Race would look up to the Earth civilization, they had to at least maintain enough respect for Wang Zhong. A highness of the Heavenly Gates, in terms of status, could sit on the same level as many elders of a level-7 civilization like the Blood Demon Race.
"This should be the first Celestial Honors Mission for Your Highness Wang Zhong, right?" Gelawentu asked. "The first Celestial Honors Mission is usually relatively simple, but the rewards are generous. This also shows how much the Internal Gates value Your Highness Wang Zhong. For example, the mission to conquer the Ocean Empire Planet. With Your Highness Wang Zhong's strength, you can easily flatten a level-4.5 civilization by yourself. Furthermore, with our help, it will be a piece of cake."
"That's right." Yiheluo was older and was the elder among the four members of the Blood Demon Race. He had always been Gelawentu's deputy in the Star Alliance Guards. He smiled and said, "If Your Highness Wang Zhong is not used to the world full of blood for such a low-leveled civilization, you can just sentence them for their crimes and leave the rest to us."
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