Volume 11: The Cursed Hammer Witch Chapter 11: Holy Seal (Part 2)
How sacred, how powerful...
Watching the white knight slowly escape from the fire pit and fly up like a messenger of God in mythology, feeling the power and magic in his body, Old Jack was filled with awe. He couldn't help but want to praise the noble knight in front of him.
His barren brain had been controlled by the magic of the dispute, and he had long lost his normal logical concepts. He was not aware of the horrified expressions of those people, nor could he feel the desperate cries of others. He just looked at the white-robed man with a face full of longing, and his fingers were deeply inserted into his cheeks, scratching out blood marks. Colorful maggots gradually climbed out from the corners of his lips and eye sockets, and transformed into flies and mosquitoes during the fall, constantly dancing and flying around.
But what does it matter? How can there be a second master in this world? Can what he polluted be called pollution? It was clearly from the upper level, a gift from the gods. Old Jack straightened his clothes - this action was unexpectedly difficult, so much so that he seemed to have broken three fingers for no apparent reason. Then he smoothed his hair - and took off a piece of scalp. This deformed man stood respectfully in front of the god-man suspended in the air, kissing the land in front of him, revealing a timid but proud dark face.
"I'm Jack. Jack. Weedon. I'm the de facto leader of this town. I'm honored to be your guide after you come."
"...Guide?"
The White Knight looked at the man in front of him, whose body was gradually festering and began to emit white rotten smoke, and then looked at the monsters around him who were gradually becoming alienated due to their sins and ugly mentality, and shook his head with a smile. It was as if he had seen something funny.
"I don't need any guides. Besides, your hearts have long been corrupted by disputes. You have no thoughts of your own, let alone your consciousness. And as your hearts become more and more dirty, the loopholes in your actions are gradually expanding, and your feelings and behaviors are becoming more and more ugly. Why don't you look in the mirror? I didn't come here to find peace. I came here only to keep my promise."
"You... just commit suicide."
Smiling at those rotten-hearted trash, the White Knight walked in the air with a kind look on his face.
"Don't let your filthy blood spill on the ground, and don't let your death pollute the air. Sew your mouths shut, chew your tongues, and then drown yourself in your own blood. Otherwise, the decayed air that spreads will make my formation unstable. Thank you."
"We...we follow orders..."
Under the horrified gaze of those who still had reason, those scum who had lost their self-awareness smiled in a trance, with the burning cross reflected in their pupils. They returned to the town to find ropes and needles, and sewed each other's mouths in pairs to suppress each other's screams. Those who were alone also smiled in front of the mirror and sewed their lips with needles and cotton thread. It was like opening a feast, and they smiled sincerely to each other.
Then these people returned to their homes, or lay on the ground. They stared at the master and apprentice who seemed to be floating in the sky with bulging eyes, and bit their tongues. The dark red blood gradually dyed their cotton thread into a dark black and red. These monsters who had once committed great sins and had ugly hearts smiled and stared at the sky, letting the blood seep into their trachea and then gradually stain the inside of the alveoli, hindering the entire breathing cycle. Even the human instinct was overcome by these sinners, and their bodies stood straight without any sign of being choked.
And how can a person live without breathing? A person cannot live without breathing.
Under the fearful and desperate gaze of all the townspeople, these leaders, led by Old Jack, drowned in their own blood with a smile on their faces. Not a drop of blood flowed to the ground. If the bodies of these people were dissected, it would even be found that their lungs were filled with their own blood.
Some special races did not die immediately, but they were trying to gnaw their tongues, or crush their teeth, and then use the sharp or rough broken roots to scrape the mouth and gums. The broken teeth were swallowed alive, cutting through the throat and esophagus. Just like some customs that happened here, the people who committed suicide chewed their organs enthusiastically, looking at Li Lin with joy, hoping to get some praise.
The White Knight was naturally generous with his praise, he was so fair.
"You are really some commendable fellows, although your hearts and humanity are just that."
After a crisp snap of fingers, countless maggots emerged from the blood inside, gradually crawling all over the skin and internal organs of the corpses, and slowly gnawing at them.
Compared to a world where magic power was not suppressed at all, this speed was many times slower. But precisely because of the slow speed, the fear and madness could be expressed more vividly. Especially the madness and joy revealed on the faces of those special races who were not completely dead, which made these original residents feel the pain of their souls not being able to be independent.
"Very good. The rest of you, pick up your weapons and follow me. It's time for you to bleed."
Taking a look at those people who were unable to move because of magic and their own fear, Li Lin smiled gently and snapped his fingers again.
Even though it was difficult for magic to break through the body, supernatural phenomena still existed, and the phenomena of strife and blood still existed. Looking at the soldiers who were still stumbling forward in fear and wailing, Li Lin realized that it was no wonder that the people of the Holy Light Department were so confident in sending him to such a planet with a large population and strong power.
Because for this world where only supernatural powers and one's own abilities can be used, Li Lin's White Knight and Red Knight are undoubtedly very powerful means. For example, the villagers in front of them could only cry and howl, and then their brains and pupils were gradually occupied by gray threads, and finally they grinned with fanatical smiles, gradually walked back to the house, took out their weapons and walked to Li Lin, waiting for his next order.
"It's only right to use cultists to kill cultists."
Go find other living things and kill them.
Looking at these docile people, Li Lin smiled, and a trace of the holy seal quietly appeared on his palm, pointing to the shadowy official road in the distance.
These humans, whose minds were filled with gray magic, grinned and lined up to run towards the next town. These people, who were dominated by strife and blood, were like a group of wild beasts hunting, spraying saliva with blood, full of madness.
