The Spirit World

Chapter 727 Black Blood
"All of you wannabe heroes...are you all like this?" He took a small red rope and tied a small bottle to a pigeon's leg.

The pigeon looked around, its red eyes almost popping out. Although it was white, it was obviously not as clean as it looked.

Especially now, the bottle on its leg contains the [devil's blood] which symbolizes "destruction", also known as demonic energy.

Kraft was lying on the ground, his eyes blurred with blood and tears, his vision blurred and his eyelids drooped, only allowing Kraft to see a little bit of "his" appearance.

That arm, a right arm, was still on the ground, with sticky blood flowing out. Kraft's right shoulder was also flowing with sticky blood.

He could no longer activate his special ability called [Steel Ghost] and could only watch the figure walk away - that was Amutheas - one of the seven chiefs of Hatulim who broke his hand.

"It's that kind of... um... how should I put it..."

"He" looked at Kraft and sighed in pain. That kind of muffled breathing sound was not pleasant. Losing a hand is just five words, simple and takes less than two seconds, but after losing a hand, the whole life is turned upside down.

It may take a lifetime to accept the transition from a favored child to a disabled person.

"It's that kind of... being a hero... hahahaha... sorry, I really can't think of any good words... I don't mean to mock you." He shook another bottle filled with demonic energy, and the demonic energy inside surged, like a flying python with its bloody mouth open, biting in the bottle.

"All right……"

He sighed sadly: "I am just mocking you. You really shouldn't play the hero... especially since you know Amytheas... You should know that you are no match for her, how can you stop her..."

He spoke to Kraft and did not ask Kraft, who was already on the verge of death, to answer. In fact, he felt that it was too pitiful for Kraft to be dying and wanted to help him end it... This might be the tragic cry of a disabled person.

When humans invented the word "disabled", it was destined that truly disabled people would not get equality. At least when people like to joke about illnesses, or even insult others, this insult will never change - after all, this insult has lasted for too long - in ancient times, only people under criminal law would have an organ removed from their body - this is probably because it carries a strong...

Insulting...

At the very least, cutting off a hand, an ear or a nose... will affect a person's life, and may even make him unable to take care of himself.

I believe that disabled people should not be laughed at, but I can only guarantee that I am the only one who can do that. The world will not really change much, at least in terms of name calling.

"You are... so pitiful..." He laughed again and patted the pigeon's head. The pigeon looked dazed, with its red eyes bulging out, abruptly, like a boil that was about to burst.

He stood up and let go, and the dove flew towards the sunset with the bottle of magic energy.

No one knows where it will go...

At least that's what he thought.

"I used to do it myself..." He squatted down and moved his feet. His black magic robe could only drag on the ground. He looked at Kraft's wound and sighed, "But it lost its novelty and I got bored of it soon... Wherever I am, I will receive the gift of demon blood... This is too boring..."

He knew Kraft was listening, and listening clearly.

"I've tried it before, on pigs, dogs, rats, and other ferocious beasts... but to be honest, the results were too poor... Sometimes I didn't even know if the bottles on them would explode. That was even more boring than setting them off myself."

He touched his nose.

Took a breath.

"Then I changed my target to flying birds... No matter how big the bird is, it will explode, but... for me, that still lacks a lot of fun. For example, I don't know exactly where they will explode, or... whether it can really infect people... So after thinking about it, I thought of... pigeons. Pigeons will return to their nests... I will intercept other people's carrier pigeons, or... just put it on a pigeon, like now... It will definitely return to its owner... and give its owner a wonderful surprise~ When I think of the stupid faces of those people when they open the bottle of magic energy while feeding the pigeons, my fun will increase several times..."

He laughed hahahahahahaha.

It's like a cough.

"Well, it's not that fun... It's just... It's boring... No one can find me... I have no fixed place to live... And the targets are random, they don't know how they were infected... They can't find me... I don't have to hide... Sometimes... I really envy them..."

"Oh... I mean, my other friends in Hatulin... I can't say friends... Anyway, I like their life on the run... I don't know if you guys are not good at your job, or if the decent people are too hypocritical, but even investigating a person will encounter obstacles... Internal obstacles... It's really boring."

He spoke all at once, and at this moment he seemed like a chatterbox.

"I told you this because I hope you can bring your Flying Eagles to catch us... so that we can also have some jail time... We have been living in the open air all the time, and it is actually very sad... We have never had a proper meal."

Although what he said might be true and every word he said was genuine, Kraft, who was still conscious despite having his hand broken, kept gritting his teeth.

Kraft also wanted to refute him, but there was no need. After he finished speaking, Kraft also listened to his argument and began to snort with gritted teeth: "What exactly is your purpose..."

Blood flowed from the corner of Kraft's mouth, his face pressed against the ground, feeling "his" terrifying aura.

Although "he" looked very weak, with only a black robe covering his body, there was nothing special about him.

Although he said that he envied the life of others on the run, he covered it up extremely seriously, hiding any details that could reveal his identity tightly, leaving no trace.

So when he speaks, the most he can say is the most genuine sarcasm in the blandness.

This kind of sarcasm is not something that ordinary people can say, because even if every word is true, it will make people feel that what he said is not true.

"Destroying the world... what else can we do? Would we save the world for the people we love?" He laughed softly: "That's what you decent people would do... We just need to kill, kill, kill..."

As if performing magic, he took out a pigeon from his black robe, then fumbled around and casually took out a bottle of "Devil's Blood". He grabbed the pigeon's beak, opened it, and quickly stuffed the small bottle into the pigeon's stomach.

He stood up.

He swung it upwards and threw the fluttering pigeon away.

"Fly... fly... to this world..."

"Bring nightmares..."

That pigeon was a real pigeon. It no longer had bulging eyes, but instead had a lively and light luster. The entire Wenti County was in sight. The dusk in this dragon city made the barrier that had been set up long ago flash with a layer of waves.

"Kraft... hasn't come back yet..." Longxu Gong glanced at the soldiers next to him. There was no other captain beside him, only the officer who conveyed the message.

"No... Your Excellency..."

The messenger shook his head. He looked at Longxugong's anxious face and pursed his lips helplessly.

"Don't let anyone from Wenti County go..."

Longxu Gong looked in the direction of Kraft, but he couldn't see what he wanted to see.

A pigeon flew quickly from that direction.

"what is that?"

"Report! A pigeon!"

"Pigeon? Is it a carrier pigeon?"

"There's a bottle on the pigeon's leg..."

A messenger came back with a message, which made Longxugong frown.

"What bottle!"

Longxugong shouted fiercely: "Could it be a letter from Kraft?!" "No... not sure..."

The messenger was at a high place, squinting his eyes, and saw the small bottle of what looked like flowing black blood.

"What's not clear? Yes, it is! No, it is not!"

Longxugong pounded the table angrily.

You cannot guarantee that any of your subordinates has a smart brain, especially when there is a big difference in their status. No matter how simple the things they want to report are, they will consider them before informing their superiors.

This is the so-called superior-subordinate trap.

Longxu Gong shouted loudly: "Describe it to me clearly!"

"It's black, like blood... It's not a letter, it's a small bottle... It should be blood..."

The messenger glanced at his colleague who was so frightened that he dared not say a word, and swallowed his saliva. He really didn't know how to describe the bottle of blood with a background color.

But it was just a bottle of black blood, swaying on the pigeon's feet, like waves, surging slightly.

"anything else!"

Longxugong hammered the table.

Kraft would never use a carrier pigeon to deliver a message unless he had to, and this was clearly the last resort...

This shows that Kraft is likely in a desperate situation.

"And... and... another pigeon... two pigeons flew over from that place..."

The messenger was also a little confused. He didn't expect the Dragon Beard Guild to be so angry...

Because they don't have the power to get higher authority information...

They just have to obey.

"Three?" Longxu Gong glanced at the messenger.

"Two...two......" The messenger swallowed again. He had already earned Longxugong's angry glare for reporting the wrong information.

"Two in total! Pigeons! One has a small bottle of black... liquid tied to its foot, which should be blood. The other one is glowing slightly, but this one has nothing..."

The messenger reported loudly and in real time, giving the information to Longxu Gong.

Blood... black blood...

Could it be Kraft's blood... Is there some message that needs to be conveyed by Kraft using blood?
Or was Kraft completely suppressed, and this was the message from the enemy?

What does blood represent?
Blood represents injury and death...

Or maybe, it wasn't a message at all, nor was it blood... but a kind of... liquid...

What liquid would it be?
Longxu Gong was thinking, pacing back and forth quickly in the barrier that had not yet been activated.

He was indeed very anxious, because the intelligence said that it was Hatulin, and there was almost no one in this Wenti County who could fight...

Although they were all selected from the Flying Eagles, they were no different from mass-produced machines, and they were not that outstanding...

In other words, those who are truly capable in the Flying Eagles would have been promoted long ago. Why would they still be serving as soldiers in the Flying Eagles?

Which one of them is a match for Hatulin?

Even if they were promoted to captain, they might not be able to fight against Hatulin.

The truly powerful people under the system have long been awarded the title of knight and become big figures with status and symbols. Are you really different from others? Can't the leaders really see that?

This is impossible. Although the members of the Eagle Team are not lazy and have strong enough strength to stand out among their peers, if they are really too strong, how can they be the main soldiers in the Eagle Team...

Not to mention that there is no one who can fight, even Longxugong himself no longer has much power... Gu Long also has to admit that he is old...

Not to mention the rookies...

This is the disadvantage of a world with absolute power. When it is difficult to improve a certain power, it can only represent the strength of a certain stage.

When strength is limited to a certain range...it means that the next stage will always be the strongest.

To put it simply, a level 20 player cannot beat a level 50 player.

Or maybe level 20 can’t beat level 80…

To put it in a more vivid way, if we only compare grades, a person who scores 22 points on the test is definitely not as good as a person who scores 99 points.

So Longxugong was very anxious, and was sweating profusely.

Hatulin, both of them are powerful men who dominate one side. If we let two soldiers deal with them, they will definitely die...

No, even if we send all the soldiers over there, they will just be sending themselves to their deaths innocently.

Although it is the responsibility of the Eagle Team to protect the people in the city, a battle with a huge disparity in strength and where only human lives are at stake will always be the worst of the worst strategies and will never achieve the strategic goal.

If someone tells you to trade your life for anything, you can definitely punch that person, because your life is not more valuable than anyone else's, and it is definitely not worth less.

Even if the Eagles need to protect the city's residents, they cannot force anyone to be a sacrificial hero...

Although heroes are not afraid of sacrifice, the blood of those who volunteer to be heroes should never be shed in vain...

Not everyone can be a hero, but those who are heroes will not be afraid of sacrifice, and those who respect heroes will never let their blood be shed in vain.

Anyone who insults a hero who voluntarily sacrificed himself deserves death.

This is also the reason why Longxugong must be anxious.

He knew that not all the people here combined might be able to deal with Hatulin, so he couldn't give orders randomly. Any order he gave might cause the Flying Eagles to die in vain. Even if they were highly conscious, they couldn't fight a battle that would depend on heads being piled up.

He was extremely anxious.

Although he had already issued an order for Fran to send troops.

But he was still very scared... because Hatulin was more than just powerful.

I have a day off tomorrow, so I may update more...

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(End of this chapter)