Chapter 349 348 Please, Dye This Land!

Chapter 349 348. Please, saturate this land!

"In the summer of 274 in the new year of Mela, there were severe floods, fields were destroyed, and plagues abounded. Taxes in thirty-seven cities increased instead of decreasing. Half of the imperial grain relief went into the hands of nobles. The nobles filled it with sawdust, sand and gravel. Food, caused a commotion, and was subsequently suppressed. The following year, an inventory of 37 cities revealed an increase of 430,000 slaves, and the number of deaths was unknown. "

"In the 276th year of the Mela New Calendar, there was a severe drought in the Civita region. Seventeen cities were affected by the disaster and there was no harvest. The tribes of Civita asked the lord to delay the harvest of grain, but they were refused. Those who did not have slave status would rather flee the famine than become a slave. . The following year, the Civita area encountered an unprecedented number of beasts that had not been seen in decades.”

"In the year 277 of the New Calendar of Mera, there was a severe drought in Shaman. The lord had three years' surplus in his treasury and was unwilling to release relief, so he forced his subjects to voluntarily become slaves."

The snow monster paused and jumped in time: "In the year 570 of the Mera New Calendar, the poisonous fog caused 150,000 casualties. Because many nobles and nobles were involved, and most of the casualties were from foreign races, the matter was eventually settled. ”

"In the 571st year of the Mela New Calendar, there was the Shortland Plague. The lord beguiled the alien race to 'voluntarily' participate in the magic potion experiment. The backlash and corpse explosion caused the plague to spread. The Cat's Ears clan's ten rooms were empty. Black Owl reported it and the army blocked it. The truth is buried."

"Stop talking!" Royer yelled, his eyes red at the moment.

He was afraid of being shaken.

"Unbearable?" the snow monster asked, "I said that unlike you, I exist in the history you read, witnessing the disgusting vicious cycles that are repeated one after another. It's not just Solon. . The Theocracy, Sligo, Cordzoun, Kraken, Elves... Haha, maybe there is no need to name them, because they are all like this!"

"Destruction has never been my first choice. In every era of darkness, there have been heroic deeds that made my heart surge. They are like the bright sun shining on the earth, dispelling the darkness and warming the scarred lives."

"Devic V and VII of Solon, Sir Ratten and Neland of Sligo, the Knights of the Excellent Order of Codzonn, Pope Laurent of the Theocracy... In addition, there are many, many more , they strengthened their hearts in the darkness and added the last glory to the glory that had gone away. "

Royer's body became weaker and weaker, and he saw his confused self on the knife surface dripping with rain.

The snow monster sighed, and unspeakable sadness appeared on its stone-cold face.

"That was a miracle. The light they released echoed each other throughout the long history, engraved with the praise of their deeds in history books, and led the people to believe and look forward to the future. However, their light was so short in the long history. Moving forward Towards the back, there is darkness.”

"The miracles they built have become capital for the mediocre, incompetent, and tyrannical people to squander. The creatures that rule this land remain unchanged, corrupt, selfish, and cruel!"

Royer felt a surge of anger in his chest, and he shouted angrily: "So you want to bring disaster, and make the miserable people on this land even more desperate, cannibalized, and abandoned!"

"Assassinating Dwek is one of the few things I do out of impulse. The moment the spear was thrust out, I woke up from my obsession." The snow monster said, "If he dies, nothing will change. I have always known this fact. But after comparing the option of releasing dip dye...I chose to try it.”

"You were hesitating, even now. That's why you chose to bring me here. You long for someone to stop your madness!"

The snow monster shook his head firmly.

"For hundreds of years, I have always had an unrealistic fantasy, thinking that this land will usher in self-reflection at some point, and the festering wounds will heal naturally." The snow monster laughed self-deprecatingly, "I was wrong, Not at all!"

"What happened in the past is still happening now, and it will happen again in the future. No one really learns the lesson and wakes up in time. They just become numb and have a lucky belief that the reckoning will always be tomorrow, or even never come at all."

"In the past, like you, I felt pity for these poor, defenseless, emaciated people, thinking that they should not fall into a more desperate situation, but I gradually realized..."

"Kindness cannot change the status quo." The snow monster said.

There was no trace of anger in his calm tone, and there was no light in his eyes looking into the distance.

Sects confuse people's minds, schools monopolize knowledge, nobles are greedy and shallow, and royal families are conservative and selfish...

The snow monster no longer has any hope for the future that can be seen if this era continues.

Over the past hundreds of years, he had seen many miracles and lifted up the plummeting empire. In the end, he only had a few more memorable stories and heroes in the history books, but the reality remained unchanged.

Disappointments again and again made his heart numb.

"It is precisely because of the indecision that this land is like a pool of stagnant water." The snow monster took a deep breath, "The endless pain will come to a short end after today, and everything will be reborn."

Royer stood up. Although he was shaking, he found the persistence in his heart.

"I'll stop you."

He stepped back and took hold of the knife, toughness returning to his face again.

"This is stupid. You agree with me and understand me. When you walk in Mela, you see the same scene as me. The snake people at the foot of the snow-capped mountains on the west side of the Theocracy like to use poison as medicine. There is a saying in their tribe.' Poison can kill people, but it can also save people'. The spirit of impregnation is both poison and antidote!"

Royer was silent, tilting the knife, pressing his center of gravity, and his eyes full of murderous intent had already locked onto the snow monster.

"You don't understand. Just like me when I found Jinran, I still have a glimmer of hope for this land." The snow monster turned his back to Roye and returned to the original place to draw his spear. He gave a final advice earnestly, "Give up. The weak light can't illuminate everything. If you still raise your knife to block my way... you will die."

Snow suddenly fell in the heavy rain, and the fine ice shards hit Roye's face.

With the snow monster as the center of the circle, the earth began to freeze, and the bone-chilling coldness moved forward like a snake, withering everything wherever it went.

The speed was comparable to the arc of electricity leaping in the dark clouds. Roye's knife light, with a shrill whistle, cut through the heavy rain curtain and hit the snow monster's face.

The skills that the sixth-level warrior had honed for a long time were brought to the extreme by him. The split wind and rain first stagnated in the air, and then were carried forward by the knife.

This blow was enough to cut off the claws of the dragon.

The snow monster did not move. The moment Roye drew his knife, he sang obscure words softly. It was a magical sound that human vocal organs could not easily imitate. The speed of speech was fast and steady, and the tone was fluctuating and irregular. The wonderful rhythm moved the magic power around, and in the blink of an eye, the cold mist enveloped the snow monster.

The ruthless knife touched the thin white mist, which was quickly stripped of all its power, as if it was swallowed by an invisible beast that could not be seen.

Another knife, the knife wind overturned the ground, brought up the wet soil, and the muddy yellow "water line" was swallowed by the white mist again.

The boring, monotonous, and not gorgeous scene was a true portrayal of the battle between warriors and magicians.

The sirens are naturally friendly to magic. The talents they can awaken, which are almost "word spirits", allow some of them to have more choices.

Martial arts have never been the best of the snow monsters, but magic is.

The snow monster standing behind the white mist closed his eyes: "The hope you desire, like the warrior, has been abandoned by the times."

"How many times have you practiced swinging your arms for this knife?"

"How much sweat have you put in for this moment?"

"The road is blocked, let's change it."

Roye, who had swung two knives with all his strength, was shaking with his right hand. The force beyond his arm's endurance made him unable to hold the long knife he relied on most.

Roye tore his shirt into pieces and tied his hands and knife to death.

No matter how he forged himself, breaking through the limits of the flesh was still out of reach. Trapped by the times, the warrior wanted to cross that step, and the only way was to overdraw himself.

Roye had long been aware of it, but the snow monster saw through everything.

The high-pitched chanting brought rain all over the sky, and a pair of giant hands gathered on Roye's head, pressing hard while blood beads oozed from his right arm.

Roye, who was focused on the front, had already reacted. He wanted to break the fierce seventh-level magic, but the sudden white mist distracted his attention. The next second, he was knocked to the ground by the giant hand of the flowing water and lost consciousness.

"You forgot that I am also a warrior." Facing the unconscious Roye, the snow monster put down his arrogance for the first time, and there was a hint of admiration in his tone.

The snow monster bound Roye with magic power, took out the potion he carried with him, and applied it to his right arm.

Looking at Roye's calloused hands and his face that did not match his age, the snow monster was a little disappointed.

The gap between magic and martial arts is getting bigger and bigger. When a warrior who has long been aware tries to defeat a more powerful magician, his only choice is to burn himself and break through the limits of the flesh.

Even so, his life-threatening attack may still be resolved by the magician with fancy and practical magic.

The sixth level is powerful enough, but it is not enough to deal with him.

The snow monster does not intend to kill Roye. There are not many people as stupid as him in this era.

"I hope you won't be so stupid all the time..."

Leaving the magic messenger to deliver the last message, the snow monster walked to the seaside and dived in without hesitation.

The snow monster's legs were close together, and the water elements that filled the surroundings quickly rushed towards him. In the soft chanting, the huge snake tail replaced the snow monster's lower body. He swung his tail vigorously, stirring the sea water, and moved all the way to the dark and cold seabed.

This area has been dead silent for hundreds of years without intelligent life activities.

Occasionally, a few small fish were seen, their eyes were dull, and the body movements were slow and dull-they did not become the source of pollution, but the immersion did affect them.

Without the help of lighting magic, the racial talent allowed him to quickly lock on the giant standing quietly on the seabed after a quick dive.

Approaching requires more than courage. The strong uneasiness occupied the snow monster's heart the moment it entered the field of vision. It was a kind of fear that made people eager to roar and release, not from the dark and deep environment, but from "it".

Half submerged in the sea mud, it maintained a half-kneeling posture. Through the translucent dark purple spindle-shaped head, the snow monster endured the discomfort and confirmed the strange light spot that flickered rhythmically.

Immersion, it was in it.

Having confirmed the basic operation mode of the carrier that maintained its existence, the snow monster raised his hand. At the moment when the magic power surged, his movements froze for a moment, but the next second...

The snow monster resolutely attracted the pure water elements from all directions to gather around his body. The surging magic power raised a wave that swept away the sea mud covering the giant. This dark place that had not been taken care of by high-concentration magic power for hundreds of years ushered in a "storm."

The light spot jumped rapidly, and the quiet dark purple light gradually became dazzling.

Like a shark that smelled blood, "it" slowly raised its head - or rather, the upper body.

The huge spindle-shaped head flashed purple light, and an invisible vortex formed instantly, and the ubiquitous magic was involved and swallowed.

Following the magic of the snow monster, the crystal giant stood up. The magic-breaking crystal mirror, which had not seen any signs of wear and tear after a long time, reflected one snow monster after another, just like the LCD TV counter in a supermarket hypermarket - if this was not the deep sea, it might be more like it.

This weird and terrifying scene did not make the snow monster shrink. Like Roye who was entangled with a knife and sacrificed his life, he had already realized it.

"Come... follow me."

"For this suffocating, embrace the closed era, in exchange for the next brilliant possibility."

"Please, immerse this land!"

Going out for dinner at night may not be able to update, it is better to slack off in advance. Don't send me a private message to ask me what the spirit of immersion is. I can only tell you that it has appeared, and more than once.