How do humans change emotionally after facing despair?

Is it darkness, is it blood?

Is it awakening, is it light?

At this moment, human emotions have become incomprehensible, and even the wise cannot guess the trajectory of events.

The dilapidated camp was clearly divided into two groups.

To the west are the undetected survivors, most of whom still retain hope and look to their sides in fear.

To the east are the plague-infected who have lost all hope, suffering alone with loneliness and loneliness, facing the arrival of death.

Fear?

Fear.

Scared?

Afraid.

The beautiful life that was once like a rainbow was shattered day and night, leaving a gray color.

They could only lick their scars silently, feeling their bodies gradually melt and dissipate in the spreading plague, turning into earthy brown pus.

The itchy sensation attacked the nerves, and the wails of pain rang out from time to time.

The night is getting darker, and there are different emotions breeding in the infected group.

As the shadowy figure wandered, a mood called hatred slowly rose.

It has accumulated for a long time, and it has exploded at this moment.

[Why can't I survive?] ]

[Why am I so devastated by the plague?] ]

[I treat life with infatuation, why do I get self-destruction?] ]

[My heart is dead, so let the cruel hatred burst my chest!] ]

In the dark green plague, desperate people crawled up their broken bodies, and the stench drifted into the distance with the wind.

Hatred pervades the lifeless eyes, they hate the world, they hate those who retain hope, they hate Valoran Territory.

Roar!

Hoarse rage rang out, and countless figures took advantage of the night to attack the camp to the west.

There was a cry of resistance, but it was reduced to ashes in the flames of hatred.

The foul smell, mixed with the smell of blood, obscured the dark night sky.

The white moon hid behind the clouds, as if she couldn't bear to see the misery of the plains.

"Rise from the gloomy abyss, God of Hatred!" Abda was cloaked in a cloak and his face was covered with dark green pustules, destroying the face that had once been.

He wanted to wait, when there were more people, but there was an inexplicable voice urging him in his heart.

Abda sniffed lightly at the turbid smell in the air, his expression intoxicated.

"The power of faith? Is that it? ”

He opened his palm slightly, surrounded by the power of green smoke, like a poisonous snake with its head and tongue sticking out its head, and the scarlet eyes longed for a fresh soul.

It was the power that suddenly appeared in his heart on the eve of the night.

"It's not faith! This is the power gained by giving others hatred! ”

"I'm hungry for more!"

Abda looked at the detection circle established by the Temple of Fortune not far away, and the dense jungle that glowed with the breath of life.

The bloody scenes of the afternoon told him about the terrifying power of Valoran's territory.

But the hatred obliterates his shrewdness as a businessman, and what remains is madness and revenge.

"Start spreading, plague!"

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Destroy the desperate in the ruined camp and move on.

Countless roars resounded in the bleak night sky, and even those who faced despair and had light in their hearts were in the waves, completely losing themselves.

They turned into demons in the abyss and pounced on the stone camp.

Not even the cold corpses that had not yet been removed could stop them from moving forward, and the color of madness spread over their eyes.

Thundered!

The Temple of Fortune's detection circle was destroyed in the onslaught of the crowd, and the crowded figure stepped into the dense jungle with a longing look that shimmered green in the night.

The rich breath of life made the desperate at the front have a trace of clarity, and the broken pustules faintly healed, but they still have not been removed.

Then, without waiting for them to react, the crowd behind them squeezed them out, took their places, closed their eyes and enjoyed the baptism of life.

Unfortunately, hope did not rise again.

The plague remained in the body, and the roar of hatred resounded through the night sky.

"Poor worms, it seems that blood has not taught you fear!"

At night, the flames shine.

Darius had been waiting at the walls of the camp, staring at the resurgence of hatred.

This garbage does not clearly recognize the gap between the two sides.

"Wasman, execute them!"

With the cold words, the Trefalli legionnaires behind him gladly accepted the order, and the bowstring suddenly sounded.

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

Iron arrows weave through the bleak night, harvesting the lives of the desperate and nailing the wails of death to the plains.

The alleged charge, in front of the Trefari legionnaires and the Noxian legion, was a pure joke.

A mangled corpse remained on the plain, stained with red grass, and the stench grew stronger.

When he drifted to the camp, he was blocked by layers of pale golden brilliance and strong breath of life, and disappeared.

Darius looked at everything in front of him indifferently, this was just a prelude to the outbreak of the plague, and he cared about the subsequent spread of the crowd.

Turning his head to look at the shadows under the altar of fire, he nodded slightly, knowing that the other party would definitely understand.

Pale blue starlight shone, and shadows stretched out of the camp, enveloping the desperate cries of decline.

Like a blade of darkness, harvesting the last survivors.

There are no taboos in ninjutsu, and the power of the shadows gives them unique attributes, and they easily avoid the possibility of plague infection.

After a while, this battle of asymmetrical strength ended.

Blazing flames burned across the plains, engulfing the icy corpses of the night.

Abda fell to the ground, not daring to move, and the mood of revenge and madness had vanished long before death came.

He remembered Valoran's military might during the turmoil in the Kingdom of Stoke, and fear reigned in his body.

Until the flames gradually went out, the night gradually faded, and a touch of fish-belly white light faintly appeared in the sky.

"Hmm...."A sour sensation came from his legs, and Abda couldn't help but let out a sound, and then subconsciously covered his mouth, and his face full of dark green pustules showed a look of horror.

As if sensing that no one was around, the power of green smoke soothed the plague body.

He secretly made up his mind to stay away from Valoran and continue to spread the plague because.......

What a feeling of being alive, what a ..........

The bright sky passed in a flash, and a touch of extreme darkness struck. Then the headless corpse fell to the ground, splashing up the dust accumulated from the previous night.

"No one can run away from his shadow, can they?"

......................

It's over!

Darius watched as the plain in front of the camp turned to fine ashes, and the morning breeze blew and raised a little dust.

A slight smile appeared in his indifferent pupils, which quickly dissipated and turned to leave.

In a moment of looking back, he looked at the location of the Temple of Fortune.

Although the lights were not on last night, Darius still felt eyes on the outside of the camp.

"God? Somewhat curious. ”

Longing to hide inside, he rushes to the room where Modrian lives.

Last night's ** told him that the camp needed enough strength to face the next situation.

......................

The night passed, and the dawn fell.

A silver-gray glow shone from the firmament, shining on the fortress of Forsbayro, on the crimson walls, on the ruins of the broken walls.

Shines on a dark green mist that is almost substantial.

In the mist of plague, mixed with the whimper of jackdaws.

The figures visible in the haze seemed to be living in phantoms, and faintly hideous and rotten faces appeared one after another.

"Huh? He's dead? Seeds of the plague? ”

A deep voice rang out in the ruins of the largest building inside the fortress, where the castle of the former Naku family had been.

After the fortress was breached, it fell at the hands of the lizardmen warriors.

A figure with a dark green mist slowly walked out of it, countless pustules densely covering the exposed skin.

From time to time, pustules will burst, and earthy brown pus will spill onto the ground, corroding a faint white mist.

"Is it the West?" The severely infected figure lifted his face, and the shadow of Crabus could be faintly seen from the rotten face.

Unexpectedly, after this noble young master opened the sacrificial circle in the secret room, he did not die, but survived.

"If you're dead, you're dead, there's a lot of seeds anyway." Crabus continued to walk with his head bowed, leaving a plague trail along the way.

"And, soon...... More seeds will grow soon! ”

"Hehe, you said yes? Uncle Marshall! ”

The thick mist of plague formed a monstrous form behind Kraberth, and the viscous dark green saliva seemed to condense from the plague, dripping on his back and then dripping into his body.

If you look closely, the rotting body seems to be missing something, and there is a strange feeling.

Chest position.

Heart!?

The original heart was long gone, and now beating was a dark green orb of plague.

The inexplicable trembling sound, mixed with the footsteps of dragging, intertwined the melody like the murmur of the devil, gently drifting.