Chapter 010 Indulgence
That is a ... ... headless figure
The Fufeng Protectorate originally belonged to the territory of the Heisiting Duchy... After the establishment of the nation by the first earl, he indeed contemplated and prayed to a great being...
But in the next moment, he found himself unexpectedly retreating to a flat area, seemingly the threshing ground of a village
Long limbs, pale skin
What kind of luck does Su Daozhi truly have, is it bad or good? He actually communicated with such an existence and suffered possession... This is the first generation of the legendary Count of Hestine, who dared to expand his territory during the fall of the Yan Han Empire, and he really succeeded!
In the darkness, Tian Bufeng suddenly grabbed a hand
Xue San lost his hand, and with members of the squad dead, it was only natural to seek assistance from the army
According to the military report, this is the place
Step on it
A sound of footsteps emerged from the mist, and a tall, thin figure gradually became more distinct.
As the squad leader, Tian Bufeng possesses martial skills that, even if not innate, have reached an extraordinary level through acquired effort. Dealing with Su Daozhi, even with the involvement of other partners, is a matter easily within his grasp
Tian Bufeng changed into a new set of clothes and discarded everything that could be associated with the soldiers of Heishan Fort
It seems that this group of five has indeed suffered significant injuries during the day, making it impossible for them to return to the military camp, and they can only rest within the village
Moreover, he personally came to take away Su Daozhi's life
Tian Bufeng let out a strange cry and crashed into a doorway.
He roughly understands that he is facing a terrifying danger; what does it matter if one is a martial artist from the later stages? In the face of such treachery, there is no difference from an ordinary person
Even so, Tian Bufeng discovered that he was unable to move, unable even to close his eyelids, and could only watch as the headless count emerged from the darkness, grasping his neck
Amidst the hazy mist, a figure emerges, wandering incessantly
This time, he seemed to see a tall and thin figure in the midst of the haze
Bang
His knowledge is limited; he only understands that martial artists can be divided into those with innate and acquired abilities
The count's memory is quite fragmented, especially regarding the rituals, runes, and even the names associated with the existence of the library, which are particularly vague
Zhong Shenxiu's whole body trembled, and he opened his eyes, gazing at his palms with a hint of confusion
With a sense of pride, Tian Bufeng walked directly into the village
Because of the action of "withdrawing", he instead became even more deeply entrenched within the village
A drop of dark red blood, whose origin is unknown, continuously drips down from the bed.
Not long after, a corpse fell to the ground
Unfortunately, it was intercepted by Tian Bufeng midway and was directly suppressed.
If it were during the day, this would certainly cause panic, but at this moment it is deep night
People do not care about ants, nor do they care about the ants' pleas
Tick tock! Tick tock!
However, Zhong Shenxiu was aware that some unfortunate events were bound to occur
Zhong Shenxiu's thoughts, however, could not settle for a long time
What is happening? Has this village already been engulfed by the black mist? What about the protective formation that was set up in advance?
If one can cultivate the Dao, it is equivalent to directly entering through the innate.
A thin mist began to spread continuously in all directions, gradually enveloping the small village.
The Headless Count
Strangely, from the outside of the village, the small village appears to be a scene of normalcy.
Within the portal, not a single figure could be seen, as if the original villagers had all vanished without a trace
The Headless Count
Drawing on his recent memories, he gained a deeper understanding of that historical period from years ago
It is truly a blessing from heaven... encountering monsters in the black mist, even if the entire team is wiped out, is quite normal...
Beneath the twin moons, the entire village is shrouded in a thin mist, the buildings appear ethereal and hazy, and not a sound can be heard.
The only difference is that there is no head
He looked at a bronze mirror and suddenly felt as if he had seen the headless count, but after rubbing his eyes, he realized it was still his own reflection
The most critical point is that there is no head
Wearing a black velvet tuxedo with two rows of golden buttons and black deerskin boots
Originally, the tranquil and safe little village in Tian Bufeng's eyes was suddenly shrouded in a layer of mist, with buildings becoming indistinct and shadows of people overlapping.
Perhaps the ant is merely praying for strength, while a person casually tosses down a few breadcrumbs
He was dressed in an exquisite suit, resembling a gentleman attending a formal dinner
... ...
With his strength, he was surprisingly unable to break free
This will let Zhong Shenxiu know that if one stubbornly seeks the name and power of that deity, the first generation earl within oneself is the best example
It is also possible that an ant begs for a crumb of bread, but a person steps on it, crushing the ant to death.
He comes from the boundless chaos, and is a true deity... Although it is unknown what the outcome of the sacrifice will be, it is evident that this existence has no interest in protecting the Kingdom of Hestia, watching its demise... However... whether there has been any influence on the sacrificer remains uncertain
Therefore, it can be concluded that certain patterns emerge; the true deity will unconsciously respond to rituals, but may not necessarily comply with the prayers of the believers, and the power gained will always come at a painful cost
... ...
Outside the window, the years pass peacefully, occasionally accompanied by the sound of barking dogs
Zhong Shenxiu continued to attempt the art of Taoism
Tian Bufen focused his thoughts and with a point of his toes, he was about to exit the boundaries of the village
The cold is akin to ice blocks, rigid as if forged from iron hands
Outside the window, the night is tranquil
In addition, within the Second Empire of the Flame Han, there are many Western sects that have a hierarchical division, which is said to be quite detailed
Speaking of which... this earl, has he truly been favored by the divine? Why do I feel that this resembles more of a curse?
That true deity did not protect his nation, yet seemed to have an influence on it, causing him to remain undying after death, transforming into a vengeful spirit-like form that has persisted to this day
With each step taken, the world transforms entirely
and is accompanied by an extremely dangerous feeling
A fine cold sweat emerged from Tian Bufan's forehead
I am afraid that only innate masters, or even true cultivators, can resolve all of this
Ah!
Zhong Shenxiu shook his head: "What do I need to calculate all this for? I do not wish to pray to that great being from the boundless chaos... Moreover, I do not even know His rituals"
Zhong Shenxiu was unaware that while he was attempting to practice Taoist arts, strange changes were also occurring within the room
Zhong Shenxiu estimates that Count Hestington is also in a similar situation
Although ... ... seems to have lost its sanity