Chapter 121 All Things Die

The moment he sensed the sudden rise of the magical energy in the slave's body, Gawain realized that the situation was not good, he rushed forward suddenly, and at the same time he started the knight's charge skill, and at the same time shouted at the man who still didn't respond. The recorder warned: "Danger! Get down!"

The recorder's response was half a beat slower, and at this time the slave's body had swelled violently, an ominous red light permeated from his swollen and torn flesh, and countless chaotic and vicious runes quickly crawled. Covering his skin, the poor man who had long since lost his mind finally let out a cry of pain, but just before he turned into a bomb and fully exploded, Gawain finally arrived.

The iron glove wrapped in white light slammed it from the side, pushing the live bomb away from the crowd, and then a vague shadow flashed by Gawain, Amber appeared from the shadow, and pushed the bomb away. The utterly stunned recorder was brutally knocked to the ground.

The explosion sounded, and the slave that was knocked into the air exploded like a balloon inflated to its limit. All the flesh and bones instantly turned into deadly shotguns, splashing out in all directions, even if they were far away from the crowd, some hard shells. His bones were still crackling on the wooden table at the registration gate, and there were pits of different depths on it - if Amber hadn't just gotten the recorder to the ground just in time, this unfortunate fellow would have been disfigured.

It wasn't until this time that the other people reacted one after another. The soldiers standing guard in the distance ran towards this side. Hetty also propped up the magic barrier and activated the "detect distortion" magic to check whether there were other dangers on the scene. And the recorder who escaped the catastrophe climbed up from under the table tremblingly, with a very clear shoe print on his face.

"Block the scene, and prohibit unrelated personnel from entering and leaving," Gawain glanced at the explosion scorched pit left on the pier, and ordered loudly and quickly, "Wharf guards, go and stop those ships and control the slave traders - and put the slave trader under control. Bring back the previous batch of registered slaves! Quick!"

Under the clear and clear order, everyone took action quickly, and Hetty quickly ran to Gawain's side and nervously looked at the latter's whole body: "Ancestor, are you all right?!"

"It's okay, an explosion of this magnitude can't hurt me," Gawain waved his hand, "Is there any residual breath at the scene?"

Hetty shook her head, and just when she was about to say something, another voice suddenly came from nearby: "What's going on - is it possible that you are still testing art here?!"

Gawain looked at the reputation and saw Pittman running here: The druid was in charge of checking the health of the slaves who came to the territory. He and his new pharmacy apprentices were staying on the other side of the dock. , I ran over immediately after hearing the movement here.

Amber shouted in shock: "I don't know what's going on! Someone here suddenly blew himself up! It didn't scare me to death!"

"A poor slave,

It is suspected that someone used magic to make a bomb," Hetty explained with a gloomy face, and gave a general description of what had just happened, "...It is very similar to a corpse explosion, but the person clearly knew it before the explosion. is alive, and can even walk. "

Pittman's face darkened instantly after hearing Hetty's description, and there was some kind of complicated and deep fear in his eyes. He didn't say much, but walked quickly to the center of the explosion.

Although it was a large living person who exploded on the spot, there was not much flesh and blood here - the moment when the sorcery was launched, it seemed to generate extremely high temperature, and it heated up from the inside out, and all the blasted wreckage had been carbonized. There was only a large amount of black and hard debris near the blast crater.

Pittman squatted down near the carbonized wreckage, the wrinkles on his face tightened more than ever, and his face was terrifyingly serious. This Druid, who usually showed a hippie smile and an undisturbed posture, had never had it. With such a performance, even Kohaku was taken aback by his expression, but after that, Miss Half-elf's attention fell on the unrecognizable wreckage.

She turned her face away: "It's really... maddening."

"It looks like you know something," Gawain came to Pittman and squatted down like the other side, "Have you seen this kind of sorcery?"

Pittman picked up a charred fragment from the ground, which was a distorted bone. He removed the black carbide on the surface of the bone, and then chanted a few short spells, and a green light suddenly appeared in the bone. , but those green lights just flashed away and quickly dissipated.

Gawain was shocked when he saw the magic remaining in the bones: "Druid spells?!"

Pittman nodded slightly: "All things die, also known as Doomsday, have you heard of them?"

Gawain frowned. He had a vague impression of this term, but he couldn't remember it clearly. After trying to recall it, he finally realized: "That fallen Druid faction? The one whose predecessor was the 'Holy Spirit School'?"

"You know," Pittman dropped the skeleton in his hand, "that's their trick."

Amber looked at Gawain and then at Pittman, with a question mark in his head: "What is the purpose of all things dying? Is it a cult?"

"It is indeed a cult," Hetty had come over at this time, and she heard the conversation of the three, "they were originally a sect among the Druids, called the Holy Spirit School, and they advocated that the gods of nature still care for the world and should continue Only by fulfilling the covenant can the harmony of all things in nature be restored. They were originally the most orthodox of all Druid factions and the one that retained the most complete religious knowledge of ancient Druids. It broke, nearly half of the members rushed into the wasteland of Gondor in madness, and the remaining members changed their name to 'All things will die', degenerated into a cult, and were publicly expelled from Drew by various Druid schools. Iraqi group..."

Gawain understands this history more clearly than Hetty: "Strictly speaking, they became a dark sect after the Holy Covenant was signed. At the time, there were many religions, and many sects were in a state of hostility, but the Holy Covenant made all sects give up their hatred. And swore never to be an enemy again. Naturally, many sects could not accept this. Those who could not accept it became the so-called dark sect. It’s just that the death of all things is very special. It was originally a Druid faction. One of the many Druid schools, no one expected that there would be a dark sect in the Druid faction that has been transformed from theocratic organization to the ordinary superhuman organization... This surprised many people at the time."

"The Holy Spirit School is the closest to the original belief among all Druid factions. Even after the fall of the white star, they still maintained the church structure and behavior rules three thousand years ago, so even if there was no magic, they were completely orthodox gods at that time. Even before the Holy Covenant was signed, when the leaders of various sects communicated with the gods on the top of the Ancestral Peak, the leaders of the Holy Spirit School were there," Pittman added Gawain's words, "so they walked in like other dark sects. The Fallen Way isn't too surprising."

"The last time I died, the Society for the End of Everything was just a small organization," Gao Wen frowned, "I thought they would disappear in these seven hundred years of strangulation and suppression..."

"On the contrary, they not only survived, but also became one of the most powerful dark sects," Heidi said in a low and serious voice, "Druids themselves are a profession that is good at surviving in harsh environments, and all things end The organization of the Death Society is extremely mysterious, their inheritance method is obscure and strict, and they are rarely exposed to the eyes of the world on weekdays, but as long as they are active, they must be extremely terrifying and ruthless attacks..."

Gawain's eyes flickered: "For example, throwing a bomb at the newly built New Cecil Land?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the carbonized fragments all over the ground, and anger and sadness surged in his heart at the same time.

Simply inhuman.

Pittman stood up, looked at the soldiers around him who were on guard against the enemy, and shook his head slightly: "No, if it is true that all things will die, it will not be such a small-scale and purposeless action, they have always had a very clear purpose. , and the attacks will be linked one by one..."

Amber scratched his hair vigorously: "Why do you all seem to know this death party well, and I'm the only one who doesn't know?"

Pittman gave the half-elf an angry look: "Because you fell asleep every time you told you about history when you were a kid!"

"Nonsense! I can even listen to the class when I fall asleep, that must be because neither you nor my dad told me this!"

Gao Wen pressed Amber back, and looked at Pittman with a serious face: "You can recognize the magical reaction of the death of all things, right?"

"Strictly speaking, it is to identify the traces of Druid spells," Pittman nodded. "Are you worried that there are still such bombs hidden in the slaves you just sent?"

Gawain nodded slightly: "You have to worry."

"It's right to be on guard like that."

Soon, the slaves who had passed the physical examination and completed the registration were brought back and accepted the magic induction test of Pittman, and the inland river ships that were about to return after unloading the "goods" were also stopped. The slave traders accompanying the ship were all left for review, and the original owner of the "**bomb" was quickly located.

Gawain dealt with this matter directly in the wooden shed next to the dock. He first found the source documents of the serfs and slave laborers sent this time from Hetty.

The one who exploded was a slave mine worker from the town of Tanzania named Sam.

"This batch of slaves was purchased from various places, including the Viscounty of Leslie and the Viscounty of Kant and the Viscounty of Carroll further north. They were first sent to Tanzania Town, where the Byron Knights organized a At the distribution point, after the slaves from various places have gathered enough boats, they will be led by their respective slave traders to board the ship and send them here," Hetty explained the situation, "and the deceased was a local slave worker in Tanzania Town. He originally The owner, a slave trader nicknamed 'Golden Eye Pigger', has been brought under control."

At this time, Pittman also walked into the wooden shed: "It has been checked, and there are no traces of sorcery on others, so they are safe."

"Is it all safe?" Gawain confirmed worriedly.

"Safety," Pittman replied confidently, "I'm still a little confident in magic sensing."

Gao Wen rubbed his brows: "An organization like the Association for the End of All Things that easily does not act... It specially sent a bomb to my territory. How does this brain circuit grow?"

Then he raised his head: "Bring that 'Golden Eye' here. In addition, check to see if the dead serf still has relatives, friends or acquaintances, and bring it here too. I want to know the situation."