Chapter 936 Seed

The depths of the island behind Behemont.

Black Feather woke up from his deep sleep. He covered his forehead... It felt uncomfortable to be killed twice in a row in the dream world.

The first thing he did when he woke up from his dream was to check the crystal ball beside him. This crystal ball was made of an unknown material, and dim gray spheres gathered in the center of the crystal ball.

But the dim gray sphere is very small, almost as small as the nail of a little finger.

Black Feather looked at the gray sphere in the crystal ball, with a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.

"You didn't bring me enough nourishment."

A dull voice echoed behind Kuroyu, and he immediately turned around and saw a figure covered in pitch black. He was at least two and a half meters tall, but his limbs were abnormally long and thin.

This figure wore a mask with a pointed beak like a bird's face. Black Feather could only see the darkness behind the mask's eye lenses.

"Letter... Messenger, I met a group of obstructionists who can use magic in dreams."

The emotion called fear occupied his heart at this moment, and he even knelt on the ground to beg for mercy from the being called the messenger.

"But you still failed. Do you know what happens to losers?"

There was no emotion in the messenger's voice, but Black Feather could feel a biting murderous intent surrounding his body.

A finger touched Kuroyu's cheek, and Kuroyu could only feel the pain of being corroded by something on his cheek... Fear made his body tremble uncontrollably.

"That's it." The messenger's voice echoed in his ears in a low voice. The fear in Black Feather began to gradually disappear, and his consciousness became somewhat trance-like.

The instinct of fear reminded him to escape from here, and after just a few seconds, the emotion of fear no longer existed in his consciousness.

Kuroyu's expression gradually calmed down, but he was more like a puppet than calm.

"Your fear tastes too weak, but I still prefer your hatred for me before."

The messenger evaluated the emotions in Black Feather's body like a gourmet. The fear in the dark elf's body had become the messenger's food.

It's just that this portion of food is not very delicious and the amount is too small.

"Continue your work if you don't want to turn into a piece of wood."

After leaving these words, the messenger turned into gray mist and disappeared in front of Kuroyu.

His figure soon appeared on the other side of the world, in Rongxiang City located in the Kingdom of Steel... The messenger's figure appeared on a tower on the edge of the city.

An old man in gray robe in this tower has been waiting for a long time.

"Rumors of the plague have spread." Father Gainkke stared at the existence that emerged from the magic circle. "This city has also established an isolation zone."

"Too few, too few seeds have been planted, and the crops are far from mature. 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 is an isolated area squeezed into the corner of the city and surrounded by high walls, and the other part is...other places in the city.

This city, which is famous for producing spices, is eerily quiet at night. That's because the city lord has started a night martial law during this time.

"I can't even smell the fragrance of hate in this city."

The messenger took a deep sniff. Of course it didn't need to breathe. It didn't smell what he wanted.

"The people in the Country of Steel are too restrained, I need time." Father Gainkke said with some dissatisfaction, "The riots in the Country of Sea still cannot satisfy you?"

Before Father Gainke could finish his words, the messenger grabbed his neck with his hands and slammed him against the wall on the other side.

"This feeling of hunger can never be satisfied, Scarecrow! I need more feelings of hatred, and the seaside country does not provide enough."

The messenger did not look at Father Gainke. His eyes were always fixed on Rongxiang City at night.

In his eyes, this city is just a piece of farmland. He sowed the seeds of hatred in this city. Now the hatred has begun to ferment and slowly grow.

But neither the scale of planting nor the growth rate of the crops in this farmland satisfied him.

"Like a country by the sea, it arouses the collective consciousness of these humans. I like this densely populated city. The more humans there are, the blinder they become."

Father Gainke was choked by the messenger, and his body was lifted directly into the air. His breathing was a little difficult, but he had no intention of fighting for the messenger's restraint.

Messengers are the second level of existence in the Tribunal of Heretics. There are countless believers under each messenger. The messenger he belongs to is called Fear, and this messenger...the believers call him Hatred.

Stitches are this disciple of hate.

"It seems I can't count on you anymore, Scarecrow." The messenger seemed to have thought of something, and loosened his grip on Father Gainkou's neck. His ten fingers, which were nearly one meter long, were clasped together.

"Jealousy, disgust, and greed are all fertilizers we can use. My friends don't have much patience. 'Anger' can't last long in the frost plains. What's worse is that this time I met it in the conscious world. It’s a tough enemy, so we need more nutrients.”

Father Gainke looked at the slender figure coldly, and he turned into gray mist again and disappeared in front of Father Gainke.

In just two hours, Father Gainke saw flames burning in a corner of the city. If he remembered correctly, it was the location of a chamber of commerce... a chamber of commerce opened by people from the Frost Country.

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A group of city guards wearing airtight armor broke into the Karshilov Chamber of Commerce. They directly used violent means to find the daughter of the head of the chamber of commerce.

"You can't do this!" The person in charge of the Chamber of Commerce looked at everything happening in the hall, and even took out his staff angrily and prepared to attack these guys.

"Your daughter is indeed infected with the plague. According to the plague control law, her staying here will only cause worse consequences!"

The city guards who came casually saw the person in charge taking out the staff, and they also pulled out the swords they carried and got ready for battle.

"How is that possible! Who gave you the power!"

"Skin ulceration and gray gas appearing in breathing are symptoms of plague infection... Mr. Karshilov, this is an order personally issued by the city lord.?"

The captain of the city guard took a search warrant and threw it to the person in charge of the chamber of commerce.

"City Lord? I want to see Sir Horik!" The person in charge of the Chamber of Commerce shouted loudly to the group of city guards.

"Sorry, because you came into contact with your daughter without any protection, you and everyone in the entire building must be inspected." The city guard rejected the proposal of the person in charge.

By the time he wanted to use magic to resist the atrocities of these city guards, it was already too late. Someone had already quietly groped behind him and knocked him unconscious.

"The disease has begun to spread..."

The guard who knocked out the person in charge had already seen traces of ulcers on the person in charge's neck.

"Burn this place...leave nothing behind!"