Chapter 99 Changes in Cynthia City
"Are you the only one who can stop Silaiya from resurrecting?"
Looking at Shalan, Sen pursed his lips and did not answer immediately, but at this moment, Silaiya's nails pierced Sen's flesh again, causing Sen to groan and speak again: "I am the only one left. I am the descendant of the rebels who resisted the rule of the evil god church. I am the only one left."
Shalan did not believe what Sen said , but it did not matter to him whether the question was true or not, so he continued to ask: "What do you rely on to stop Silaiya's resurrection? You should have something to rely on, right?"
"I am a sorcerer. Although I haven't reached the extraordinary level, as long as I act carefully, according to some information left by my ancestors, I should be able to keep Silaya in a deep sleep until she can no longer wake up. But I never thought that everyone in this village would become her believers. So after I found out that it was impossible, I..."
"You just hid and then took the opportunity to escape, right?"
Hearing Shalan's words, Sen's face slightly blushed, nodded and said, "That's right, I, I can't fight with those ignorant guys, and I can only warn people outside to be careful of Silaiya's resurrection if I escape."
"There's no need to whitewash your actions. Now I only have one question left, which is whether I should kill you and put an end to it all, or spare your life."
Sen raised his head suddenly and said in horror: "No, don't kill me."
"It's not impossible for me not to kill you. Then you should submit to me and become my slave and serve me. That way you can survive. Otherwise, I can only kill you because you know too much!"
As soon as these words came out, a hint of murderous aura emanated from Shalan, making Sen's face look extremely ugly.
Although Sen inherited the will of his ancestors to prevent the revival of Silaya, in fact, he is just a young man who has been bewitched by the glory compiled by his ancestors and the power brought by the half-baked magic, and who thinks he has a great responsibility to take on the job of saving the world. In his heart, there is only the glory brought by the will of his ancestors, but he has no ability to bear the responsibility and consequences. When reality shattered his glory, Sen immediately became no different from an ordinary young man, and immediately retreated in the face of the threat.
"I, I am willing. I am willing to be your slave. Please don't kill me."
Looking at Sen, who was shaking with fear and had red eyes, Shalan suddenly felt that even if Sen really surrendered to her, such a character would not be of much use. Thinking of this, Shalan suddenly felt extremely annoyed and subconsciously wanted to take out the pistol to kill Sen, but at this moment, Silaya suddenly spoke.
"Master, why don't you hand him over to me? At least I can make him more obedient and fierce. At least it won't be completely useless."
Hearing Silaiya's words, Shalan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you. Also, ask him about all the techniques he has learned and write them down for me."
"As you command, Master."
Nodding, Shalan turned and walked towards the camp. The cool night breeze blew on Shalan's face, which made his originally tired spirit tremble slightly. He suddenly felt that something was wrong with him. Although Shalan was not opposed to killing, that was only when necessary. He was not the kind of perverted killer who killed people at every turn. Killing did not bring him the slightest pleasure. However, when he was a little irritated just now, his first thought was to kill Sen. This was definitely different from his original style of doing things, and this sudden change was definitely not a good thing.
Shalan stopped and looked at her hands, muttering to herself, "Could it be because of the absorption of blood from the blood pool? Or... is it fundamentally caused by the "Demon Bull Breathing Method"? The change should have been subtle, but because I absorbed the essence of life in the blood pool and leaped to the point where I was only one step away from reaching the extraordinary, the change in my character became obvious?"
Exhaling, Shalan looked at the full moon in the sky, and vaguely understood in his heart that the problem of the "Magic Bull Breathing Method", which was relatively far away from him, was no longer far away after he had been catalyzed by the blood pool and reached the half-step transcendence. It was officially placed in front of him.
After returning to the camp, Shalan put a large branch she had dragged back on the ground, quickly cut it into several pieces with an engineering shovel, lit a bonfire, heated up some food to eat, and then lay down in the tent to sleep.
The next morning, Fu and Ailan decided to return to Yukxin City, while Guona and others, as many people were injured, decided to stay for half a day and wait for the rescue from Xinxia City to arrive.
Shalan naturally followed Fu and Ailan. Although he had been away from Cynthia City for only three days, the things he had encountered during this period had already made Shalan feel quite tired, both mentally and physically. He continued to go home and rest as soon as possible. Besides, the thirty-three seeds of life in his body were in a weak state and urgently needed various supplements and potions to speed up recovery. Naturally, it would be most convenient to return to the manor.
As for the matter of Silaya and Sen, Shalan has already told Silaya that once Sen's matter is completely dealt with, she should bring Sen and the two living armors to Cynthia City to find him, and he will arrange their affairs at that time.
The car drove to the suburbs of Cynthia and dropped off Shalan. After Shalan and Fu left their contact information, he said goodbye to them and got in a taxi to the Werman Manor.
Shalan looked out the window. He had met many patrolling policemen and even soldiers along the way. This was definitely an abnormal situation. When he turned to look at the taxi driver, he suddenly saw a large number of various evil-repelling items from folk legends hanging on the rearview mirror. Things like crosses, silver nails, etc. made jingling sounds as the car moved.
"Uncle, why do you hang so many things? "
After a moment's pause, the driver glanced at Shalan in the rearview mirror and asked, "Aren't you from Cynthia City?"
"I'm a local from Cynthia City. I just went out for three or four days and didn't come back."
"No wonder... But you didn't look very well when you came back. If I were you, I would stay out for a while before coming back. Our Cynthia City has been in turmoil recently. There are spirits wreaking havoc. It is said to be very powerful. What is it called? It's called... Yes, the building is called Snake Forest Apartments. All the people inside died overnight. Even the police guarding inside were killed or injured."
