Volume 11: The Cursed Hammer Witch Chapter 12 Plague (Part 1)
The capital of the human empire, the holy city of Baya
This sacred place once welcomed the coalition forces of dark elves and elves seven times without falling. All the humans living here have proud faces.
Because they are currently the most powerful country on the planet, and will soon become the only country. With more than one million standing troops, they conduct a month-long peasant training every year. The powerful humans rule this land with magic and knights, and the arrogant knights and wizards create hells on the battlefield. The well-trained team wears armor made by magic and industry, and slaughters those rotten long-eared monsters on the front battlefield.
Although humans faced the crisis of extinction several times before magic and industry flourished, they have now survived. They can now proudly claim that they have defeated nature and disasters, and defeated all enemies through gods and magic. Blood and killing make the gods more and more happy. Whether it is the blood of the enemy or their own blood, it can bring great comfort to the gods. Their powerful abilities even forced the elves, the former world overlords, to retreat to the other side of the continent. Together with the vassal states that they had defeated, they launched the final offensive against the elves.
Gods who like blood can make humans stronger, and even compete with elves in technology and strength. Although the individual strength of elves is far superior to that of humans, the number of human reproduction exceeds that of both. As long as blood is sacrificed to gods during battle, the fighting power of humans can increase exponentially in the battle. Those long-eared monsters are retreating step by step. It will not take long for this planet to be in the hands of the great empire. The gods are also extremely happy with their killing and rule. They constantly send down oracles to express their happiness and goodwill, and even directly bless some brave men, making their bodies alienated into a terrifying and sacred posture.
For example, the sulfurous body odor, huge horns, red skin, more violent and brave temperament, tolerance to fire and the natural ability to call upon fire and disaster. Every chosen knight is a natural disaster and evil star on the battlefield, and can even tear the most elite elven generals into pieces.
However, the hints from the oracles are often very obscure and difficult to understand, a bit like the secret codes that a prisoner sends out. The orders from the great gods often take quite some time to decipher, otherwise the great language of the gods may cause unimaginable - of course, this is the official statement. But in fact, there were normal oracles many years ago, but they disappeared recently.
After the Pale Mark—the celestial phenomenon that remained after the sky folded and seemed to be constantly spewing pale flames—lasted for thirteen hours, even the most obtuse government realized that something was wrong with the abnormal crack in the sky that spanned the sky and the earth. The pale mark was like a giant sword splitting the curtain of the entire planet, and the torn wound was constantly bleeding. The priests killed thousands of slaves for blood sacrifice and began to pray to the sky to ask questions about the celestial phenomenon. However, strangely, the gods who used to be easy to talk to now did not say a word.
Without the support of the gods, the Knights could only temporarily confront the elves at the edge of the continent. The gods of the elves and the night elves seemed to have become silent at the same time. Although neither side said it out loud, they both felt a certain sense of oppression.
As long as the top leaders of both sides were not complete idiots, they all vaguely realized that something was happening that might be out of their control.
In the most sacred black tower in the Holy City of Baya, the holy knight emperor Morgan was spewing sulfur and fire, waiting for the master of the mage control tower who was kneeling on the ground in front of him to report to him what was happening in the country now.
The generalissimo, the head of the national magician, the head of the Ministry of Finance, the head of the Ministry of the Interior and other senior officials of the country sat on their chairs or beds waiting for the message to be delivered. Many of them even lost , and had ten legs or slime-like bodies. Some even had to use communicators in water tanks to communicate, because their bodies were burning with flames all the time and could only be cooled down by water.
However, this was something that the common people and low-level officials could never imagine to be sacred. The reporting personnel knelt on the ground devoutly, reporting the message from the frontline mage tower.
"...The person in charge of the frontline mage tower reported that after the Pale Mark appeared, fallen stars landed in some remote areas. At first, they didn't care about these things, but later found that something was wrong, so they sent a commando team to conduct an on-site investigation. They didn't find anything more, but reported that a terrible... pollution had occurred in the area."
"Pollution? How interesting. What kind of pollution?"
What could possibly pollute my great empire?
The emperor's heavy voice resounded in the conference room. He had a big mouth on his big belly, with sharp teeth protruding outward, and he spoke words that hurt people's eardrums.
But for the people in the city, this was undoubtedly the manifestation of the great emperor's will. Only because they were weak and incompetent, they could not hear the emperor's voice. The eardrums and eye corners were all broken and ruptured by the evil energy. The reporter knelt on the ground with blood flowing from all seven orifices, and looked like he was about to die.
The princes and ministers present could only look at each other. A monster that looked like a giant reptile screamed and pointed a finger at the dying man. A light green light hit his body, causing the dying man to swell up like he was inflated. He looked at the wounds and pus on his hands with surprise, touched his deformed body, and looked at the ministers in disbelief. And those "holy" officials nodded to him.
"I bless you so that you can talk to us normally. Although you will die after today, your children and family will regard you as holy."
"Thank you, thank you! Great Sir!"
The sound of a ruptured eardrum became melodious just by listening to it. The reporter looked at the benevolent princes and ministers around him kneeling on the ground with tears of gratitude, and reported to them what the investigation team had seen and heard in a strange voice, as if the wailing of dozens of people overlapped.
