Chapter 921
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In the depths of the island on Berchemont's back.
Hei Yu woke up from his slumber. He held his forehead … The feeling of being killed twice in a row in the Dream World was not good.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to check the crystal ball beside him. The crystal ball was made of an unknown material. In the center of the crystal ball was a dull gray sphere.
But the dull gray sphere was very small, so small that it was about the size of a pinky nail.
Hei Yu looked at the gray sphere in the crystal ball, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
"You didn't bring me enough nourishment."
A dull voice reverberated behind Hei Yu. He immediately turned around and saw a pitch-black figure. He was at least 2.5 meters tall, but his limbs were abnormally long and thin.
The figure wore a bird-like pointy beak mask. Hei Yu could only see the darkness behind the lenses of the mask's eyes.
"Messenger-Messenger, I met a group of obstructors. They can use magic in the Dream World."
The emotion called fear occupied his heart at this moment. He even knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from the existence called messenger.
"But you still failed. Do you know what happens to the losers?"
There was no emotion in the messenger's voice, but Hei Yu could feel a bone-piercing killing intent surrounding his body.
A finger touched Hei Yu's cheek. Hei Yu could only feel the pain of his cheek being corroded by something … The fear made his body tremble uncontrollably.
"That's it." The messenger's low voice echoed in his ear. The fear in Hei Yu's body began to gradually disappear. His consciousness became a little dazed.
The instinct of fear reminded him to escape. After a few short seconds, the emotion of fear no longer existed in his consciousness.
Hei Yu's expression gradually calmed down. But rather than saying calm, it was better to say that he was like a puppet.
"The taste of fear is too faint. But I still prefer the hatred you used to have for me."
The messenger was like a gourmet evaluating the emotions in Hei Yu's body. The fear in this Dark Elf's body had become the messenger's food.
But this food was not very delicious, and the amount was a little too little.
"Continue your work if you don't want to become a 'log'."
With that, the messenger turned into Grey Fog and disappeared from Hei Yu's sight.
His figure quickly appeared on the other side of the world, in the Velvet Fragrance City of the Nation of Steel. The messenger's figure appeared on a tower at the edge of the city.
A grey-robed old man had been waiting in the tower for a long time.
"Rumors of the plague have already spread." Father Gainke stared at the existence that appeared from the magic circle. "This city has also established a quarantine zone."
"Too little. The seeds are too little, and the crops are far from ripe. My scarecrow …"
The messenger came to the edge of the tower and looked at the city. It was late at night, but he could still see that the city was divided into two parts.
One part was squeezed in the corner of the city and was surrounded by high walls. The other part was … other parts of the city.
This city, which was famous for producing spices, was eerily quiet at night. That was because the city lord had started a night martial law.
"I can't even smell the fragrance of hate in this city."
The messenger took a deep breath. Of course, he did not need to breathe. He did not smell what he was looking for.
"The people of the Nation of Steel are too restrained. I need more time," Father Gainke said with dissatisfaction. "Is the riot in the Nation of Waterfront not enough to satisfy you?"
Before Father Gainke could finish, the messenger grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall on the other side.
"This hunger can never be satisfied, scarecrow! I need more hatred. The Nation of Waterfront is far from enough. "
The messenger did not look at Father Gainke. His gaze was fixed on the Velvet Fragrance City at night.
In his eyes, this city was a piece of farmland. He had sown the seed of hatred in this city. Now, the emotion of hatred had begun to ferment and grow slowly.
However, the scale of the farmland and the growth rate of the crops were not enough to satisfy him.
"Just like the Nation of Waterfront, it has aroused the collective consciousness of these humans. I like this city with so many humans. The more humans there are, the more blind they become."
Father Gainke's neck was grabbed by the messenger. His body was lifted into the air. He had difficulty breathing, but he did not have any intention of breaking free from the messenger's grip.
Messengers were the second class of existence in the Court of Heresy. Every messenger had countless followers under him. The messenger he belonged to was called Fear, and this messenger … was called Hate by the followers.
Stitches was the believer of hatred.
"Looks like I can't count on you anymore, scarecrow." The messenger seemed to have thought of something as he loosened his grip on Father Gainke's neck and clasped his fingers together.
"Jealousy, disgust, and greed are all fertilizers that we can use. My friends don't have much patience, and 'Wrath' won't last long in the Frost Plain. What's worse is that I've met a troublesome enemy in the world of consciousness, so I need more nourishment."
Father Gainke stared coldly at the slender figure. He once again turned into Grey Fog and disappeared in front of Father Gainke.
In just two hours, Father Gainke saw a corner of the city burning. If he remembered correctly, that was the location of a merchant guild … a merchant guild owned by the people of the Land of Frost.
… …
A group of city guards wearing impenetrable armor barged into the Karshilov Merchant Guild. They used brute force to find the daughter of the person in charge of the guild.
"You can't do this!" The person in charge of the guild saw everything that happened in the hall. He even angrily took out his staff and was about to attack them.
"Your daughter is indeed infected with the plague. According to the plague control law, her presence here will only cause worse consequences!"
The city guards saw the person in charge take out his staff and also unsheathed their swords and prepared for battle.
"How is that possible! Who gave you the authority! "
"Skin ulcers and gray gas will appear when breathing. These are the symptoms of the plague … Mr. Karshilov, this is an order from the mayor himself."
The captain of the city guards threw a search warrant to the person in charge of the guild.
"Mayor? I want to see Sir Holrick! "The person in charge yelled at the city guards.
"I'm sorry. Because you came into contact with your daughter without any protection, you and everyone in the building must be inspected." The city guard rejected the person's suggestion.
It was too late for him to use magic to resist the brutality of the city guards. Someone had already snuck behind him and knocked him unconscious.
"The plague has begun to spread …"
The guard who knocked the person in charge unconscious had already seen the festering marks on the person in charge's neck.
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