The faint setting sun remained on the ground. At this moment, there was only a little bit of the sun left, and it seemed that it would dissipate soon.
Walking side by side with Gruul in the city, Adil looked around in Silence.
Affected by the war, the surroundings of the city were filled with refugees. Their clothes were ragged and they spoke with accents from other places. They should have been exiled from a faraway place.
On the streets of the city, frozen corpses were lying on the ground. Some of the corpses had stiff faces, while others had bloody faces and obvious wounds on their bodies.
There were even more miserable corpses of women. Their clothes had been stripped off, and their frozen bodies were exposed. There were bruises all over their bodies, and it was clear that they had experienced something before they died.
Looking at this scene, Wendy couldn't help but close her eyes. She just quietly hid behind Adil and followed him forward without saying a word.
Adil's expression was calm. He had seen so much on the way that he was numb to it.
On the other hand, the appearance of the people along the way made him feel somewhat surprised.
"After Duke Senai's subordinates conquered Karrow, many lords took the opportunity to plunder. The disaster they caused in this area was no less than the massacre of the city."
On the side, looking at the surrounding scene, Gruul said. His words seemed very calm. Obviously, he had long been used to this.
Next to him, Adil was somewhat silent.
In this world, the power of kings was not centralized. Instead, it was a feudal system.
The so-called King was just the biggest Lord. There were many independent Lords under him. Only when they united together could they form a kingdom.
It was the same for the Kingdom of Senai and the Kingdom of Tamru.
The Kingdom of Tamru lost the war because of the internal strife of the lords, and the southern stronghold fell. The Kingdom of Senai also had a similar problem.
Before, when they were fighting with Tamru, it was fine. Under the leadership of Duke Senai, many nobles could gather together to attack the southern stronghold. However, after the southern stronghold was breached, the situation quietly changed.
In order to make up for their losses in the war, some lords burned and looted the territories they conquered along the way, destroying almost everything in sight.
The consequences of this behavior were even more serious than Orff's massacre.
In the end, the so-called massacre was just a massacre of the people in a city. Based on the size of the city, there were at most a few hundred thousand people.
However, these Feudal Lords' looting, burning, killing, and robbing, resulting in far more than just a few hundred thousand casualties.
However, Gruul did not feel sad at all in this situation. Instead, he felt a faint joy in his heart.
Looking at Adil beside him, he pointed to the disaster victims below and said, "Let them continue to plunder."
"The more they plunder, the more people die, and the more advantageous it will be for our future counterattack."
"The lords will hate their territories for being plundered, the churches will be disgusted by the deaths of their believers, and the people will miss our rule because they have experienced the cruel treatment of outsiders."
"With these, our chances of winning will increase by at least 20% when we counterattack Kalo in the future!"
He smiled and looked at the tragic scene in front of him. He felt joy from the bottom of his heart.
After saying this, he observed Adil's reaction.
After listening to what he said, Adil's face remained calm and did not seem to have the slightest emotion.
On the other hand, the girl named Wendy beside him looked a little strange. It seemed that she was a little disgusted by his words.
But for Gruul, it was enough to confirm Adil's attitude. As for the girl, she was just an ordinary maid. He could give her as much as she wanted.
"After this city, we will arrive at Viscount Asiri's territory."
He raised his head and looked at the city in front of him. He seemed to be able to faintly see a huge castle standing in front of him, "To a certain extent, he can be considered as my father-in-law. However, in this kind of situation, it's hard to say what his attitude is …"
"Yasuo, the next few days will depend on you."
He patted Adil on the shoulder and said to him solemnly.
"I understand." Nodding lightly, Adil looked at Gruul and expressed his understanding.
In the next few days, they crossed the city in front of them and galloped forward quickly along a road.
Along the way, it was not that there were no accidents.
The war between several countries brought chaos to this area for several years. During this time, some bandits rose rapidly in various areas, robbing pedestrians along the road, and even abducting and selling disaster victims to do the slave trade.
Adil and Gruul finally met each other a few times as they hurried along the way.
The result was naturally needless to say.
Without needing Gruul to think of a way, Adil single-handedly defeated all these bandits who dared to rob them. Even in just a few days, there were a lot of people behind him.
"Sir, in two days, we will reach Viscount Asiri's castle …"
In front of a bonfire, some people were sitting here. Among them, a middle-aged man with a rough face and wearing a leather armor that obviously did not fit carefully held a piece of freshly roasted meat and carefully placed it in front of Adil: "The meat is roasted, please eat, Sir."
The middle-aged man in front of him was called Sheila. He was originally the leader of a small bandit group. He led dozens of people to rob people along the road, but unfortunately, he ran into Adil, and in the end, he was defeated by Adil alone.
After being defeated, Adil did not kill all of them, but only expelled them.
But after these people saw Adil's strength, in the end, they followed him and spontaneously followed Adil, wanting to be Adil's followers.
Adil didn't care about these people, but Gruul's eyes lit up and asked Adil to accept these people.
"We are about to return to the country, there are a lot of trivial things that need people to do. Although these people are rough, they can save some effort." That day, Gruul said to Adil.
So, Adil accepted these people and let them follow him and be responsible for doing some trivial things.
"Thank you."
Taking the piece of meat wrapped in oiled paper from Sheila's hand, Adil nodded and thanked him, and then after secretly testing it, he took a bite.
The taste of the roasted meat was not flattering, the so-called crispy outside and tender inside was true, but the outside was burnt, the inside was not cooked at all, and even with one bite, one could even eat the blood inside.
There was no special seasoning, and the craftsmanship of these followers in front of him was not even as good as Adil, of course, he couldn't expect the food to be delicious.
However, Adil didn't care about the taste of the food.
At this moment, his mind was completely attracted by some kind of change in his body.
"Inexplicable power, somewhat similar to blood qi, but with the characteristics of soul power … Is this the so-called killing power?"
Silence biting the barbecue, countless thoughts turned in Adil's mind.
In the past few days, because he killed some bandits and beasts on the roadside, he felt the changes that appeared in his body.
When he started killing, the scarlet mark in his body would spontaneously emerge, gain a little power from the killing, and then feed back, increasing a little scarlet power in his body.
This kind of power was somewhat similar to blood qi, and also had the characteristics of soul power. In Adil's view, perhaps it was more appropriate to describe it as the killing power.
In Adil's body, as soon as the killing power formed, it spontaneously wanted to go to Adil's body, but it was suppressed by Adil's own origin, and did not let it spread to his body.
"Once I absorb the killing power, my strength will rapidly increase, but correspondingly, I will also be affected by the killing power, and my temperament will become more and more murderous, until I completely become the representative of the killing power, which is the so-called Son of Slaughter …"
Standing in the same place, silently deducing the changes in his body, Adil came to such a conclusion.
The drop of blood that Orff gave him was like a seed of killing. As Adil continued to kill, it would eventually slowly transform into a real Son of Slaughter, accompanied by killing for the rest of his life.
After figuring this out, Adil was still confused.
Why did the other party want him to become the Son of Slaughter?
Limited by the information, this question could only be buried in his heart for the time being, waiting for the answer in the future.
However, regarding the killing power that was produced in his body, Adil had already made a decision.
"This killing power can't be directly absorbed."
Feeling the boiling killing power in his body, as well as the endless desire to kill in his mind, Adil shook his head and made this decision.
Although absorbing the killing power could make him stronger in a short period of time, he would be affected by the killing power, and as time passed, his temperament would gradually change.
Adil was not interested in this at all.
He had a better choice.
"Purifying the killing power and transforming it into another kind of pure divine power, I can avoid the drawbacks of the killing power, and make full use of this power …"
Recalling the information in his mind, various thoughts flashed through Adil's mind. "But to do this, apart from the necessary secret method, I need another medium."
The necessary secret method, of course, Adil had it, which came from the sacred corpse that had been devoured in the Mist World.
That sacred corpse had been close to the apotheosized boundary of this world when it was alive, and it was only one step away from apotheosized.
However, at the last moment, it was destroyed by another real god. Not only did it fail to apotheosized, but it also died directly. Its corpse was knocked into the endless void, slowly floating into another world, and turned into a golden sacred corpse.
After inheriting the memory of this golden sacred corpse, even though Adil's clone was weak at the moment, he knew a lot about gods. What he lacked was only the changes that had happened in this world over the years.
Now, the killing power in Adil's body was born from the killing mark in Adil's body, and this killing mark came from the drop of killing blood that Orff had injected into Adil's body.
In order to transform the slaughter power into another kind of power, in addition to the corresponding secret method, there must be at least something similar to that drop of slaughter blood to be able to do it.
"The god's blood …"
Adil slowly opened his eyes and looked into the distance. "It seems that there is one more target this time."
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