The mine is not far from the mine, so we built two ember walls about 2.5 meters long and laid railroad tracks from the village to the mine.

This short road is very depressing, the walls are black, high up to block the view, the road is monotonous and boring, and the trees outside the walls are cut down to prevent monsters from jumping in. There are rumors that the inside of this wall is haunted, and there are often strange sounds coming out, and others say that it mixes with the effect of sunlight to make people mutate faster.

In short, it is privately called the Burial Avenue, the Burial Avenue of Crying, why didn't I change the name of the city in the first place?

When I arrived at the mine, the soldiers were putting the crystals on the minecart, and there were about a hundred soldiers, all of them disgraced, each with a cigarette in their mouth, smoking is harmful to health, especially this kind of inferior tobacco, but now people do not care about their lives.

They saw me, recognized me, and cried out nervously, "It's the Duke!" Salute! ”

I nodded, "Thank you so much." ”

One of the chiefs smiled and said, "Duke Legang has specially instructed us, and it is our honor to serve you." ”

The waste bell was silent, but I followed his gaze and saw a large box in the grass, which they had deliberately hidden, but it was a little sloppy, but if it were not for my good eyesight, I would not have seen the clue.

I walked over to the large box and lifted it, and there was no doubt that it contained ember crystals, which weighed about four hundred kilograms, and the soldiers' faces changed.

I laughed, "Ah, you forgot to put this crate on the minecart. ”

The chief hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, we plan to transport it by moose, but the minecart is fine, we will move it immediately." ”

I waved no, and emptied the embers from the crate into an empty minecart.

I'm proud of my wisdom - it saves them face, shows my powers, and reminds them not to play tricks, it's a great way to do it... Alas, I don't even know how to praise myself.

But I feel that these guys' faces are ugly, it's hard to notice, but the crazy web is good at catching those clues, if these clues are not my illusion....

Compare hearts to hearts, this is a matter of course. They were originally uncles in the black coffin, except for occasionally going out to pick up waste, they usually work as police officers in skyscrapers, and they are all arrogant when they meet civilians, and the salary is not low, and they have to eat and take cards a lot, and now they are much safer than before, and the allowance is also very generous.

Coming here to mine is different, coming here is a sin for them, they don't make more money, and they are more than ten times tired.

I have no doubt about the discipline of the Rangers, and Legang will never tolerate the weakness and looseness of his army. It's just that these rangers are not elite, just marginal characters who are temporarily transferred to help, and naturally lack consciousness.

I thought it necessary to keep the whole army bound by the iron of Cain's teachings, and to let Cain's loyalty and faith carry through their every move, but it was too late.

They're here to help me, half of them are reinforcements, half of them are guests, should I give Legang a face, and let them leave with some benefits? Ember crystals are also valuable hard currency in the Black Coffin.

Show your emotional intelligence, Longinus, and this loss is nothing.

I'm going to tell them that the four hundred kilograms of crystals are a thank you gift to them.

At this time, several rangers walked out of the cave humming a tune, smoking cigarettes in their mouths, and as they walked, they stuffed a few ember crystals into their pockets, and one of them laughed: "With this thing, I can go to the clubhouse on the twenty-third floor, really live in it, and keep myself in the cave for a whole month..."

Another said, "I remember you had a wife. ”

The man spat out the smoke ring and said with a smile: "The yellow-faced woman only knows how far to spend my money, let her roll as far as she wants..."

"If that Longinus guy knew...."

"Shut up, he won't know, and so what? He's a bereavement dog now, and Lord Legang will cover us. ”

Then they looked at us and froze.

I'm pretty sure they recognize me, and I'm somewhat self-aware.

I am the most legendary figure since the Black Coffin was built.

I walked over to the smokers, who stood stiff and straight, and shouted, "Great... My lord! Juggernaut-sama. ”

The expressions of the rest of the rangers resemble crappy sculptures.

I said to the clubhouse man, "How are you doing here?" ”

The clubhouse man stammered, "Good, sir." ”

I nodded and said, "Sir? ”

The man in the club immediately changed his words and said, "Yes... My lord! Juggernaut-sama! ”

I asked, "I don't care what you call me, but I care about how you're doing here, after all, you're here to help me, but you're really hurting, aren't you?" ”

The clubhouse man couldn't help but touch his swollen pockets.

"No, my lord, I am proud to serve you."

I smiled and said, "How's the food?" ”

The chief tried to relieve the clubhouse man, but I raised my index finger at him, and the chief was startled and stopped where he was.

The clubhouse man said, "Very... Very well, my lord, I am grateful to you, especially after you have been hit like that..."

"You know I've been having a hard time lately, don't you?"

The man in the clubhouse turned pale: "I am very sorry, and I am very sorry, my lord!" ”

I said, "Speaking of food, have you ever seen a demon eat a man?" At this point, I shook my head, and without waiting for him to answer, I said, "They don't seem to like eating people very much, but they really want to eat people, what do you say?" It's the kind of .... That feeling of hatred and longing to eat its flesh raw. They don't eat people at all, but they eat little by little, biting the worst and most terrible parts, such as the eyeballs, such as Diao, for example, the whole mouth that can speak well....."

The clubhouse man was on the verge of collapse, he was on the verge of falling, but he could barely stand.

I said, "Oh, by the way, their favorite food is their brains, I don't know, I've always thought animal brains are hard to eat, human brains are even worse, guess why?" ”

The clubhouse man opened his mouth, and I knew he couldn't answer.

"Because people's brains are so dirty, there is all kinds of bad water in them."

The clubhouse man said in a trembling voice: "I... I was wrong, my lord, I don't dare—" He looked down and rummaged through his pockets, but I grabbed his wrist.

I said, "I often think that Legang is too harsh on people who violate military discipline, and guess what?" He often shoots the man dead. My good brother just doesn't get some oil and salt. But I persuaded him, 'That is too cruel to leave any room for improvement, and everyone should be given a chance to mend their ways.' So, I suggest that he keep the ones who have made mistakes, the ones who have disgraced the army, keep their lives, and just banish them out of the black coffin. ”

I laughed a few times and watched the clubhouse man's eyes widen in despair.

I continued: "The wasteland is huge, there are many places to scavenge, there is a chance to live, and I think an average, well-trained soldier without guns and food will live for at least three days. ”

The man in the club said, "Three... Three days? ”

"Yes, three days, but on the fourth day, the devil will always find him, and then, as I said, the devil will eat the man little by little, in the most cruel way, like a hellish punishment."

As I spoke, I felt as if I had glimpsed his soul through his skull.

The trembling, trembling soul tormented by fear.

Suddenly, I was really hungry.

It was not like the hunger of a dark nightmare, but a simple appetite, an appetite that had to be filled as soon as possible, born of loneliness, hunger, despair, and emptiness. It doesn't matter what kind of soul it is, it's the soul of a man, the soul of an animal, or the soul of a worm.

I want to fill my stomach and replenish my soul, because my soul is wounded and needs nourishment so that it doesn't disappear.

It was something worse than death - to disappear - existence was obliterated, the soul was gone, I was not going to die, I was just mad, mad under the torment of pain.

Devour, devour his soul, keep himself alive by devouring others.

It's the Devourer.

Like a bolt of lightning struck my head, I found myself holding my palms to the temples of the clubhouse man, staring at his half-bald head with his eyes, and he screamed in fright, but seemed to be paralyzed and unable to resist me.

The waste bell shouted, "Longi, stop!" All the soldiers also shouted, "Lord Sword! ”

I took a step back and my gaze was gone, I mean, I no longer only saw human souls, I only wanted to devour souls, I was free to look around.

Mokkawi's hunger eats away at me, but I feel excited, it's not normal, I'm not normal.

The Devourer is one of the most twisted in the web of madness, and even the Black Nightmare can't compare to it.

I calmed down a little and said, "I'll have a good talk with Legang." ”

All the soldiers were so frightened that they shouted, "My lord, we didn't do anything!" "We've been working for you loyally!" "Our adoration and loyalty to you are unquestionable!"

I replied, "Loyalty? Your loyalty is that each person stole at least four kilograms of my crystals? And then run to the black coffin to spend all day drinking? Is your loyalty to step on my lowest point? Well, that's what I was going to do - after you finish this round of duty, I'll give each of you a good reward, and I won't let you suffer! But now, you've 'stolen' from me! You have insulted me, insulted me for all the hard work I have done for the black coffin! Insult to my traumatized people! Insulted me with every Duke of the Black Coffin! ”

The chief's voice trembled violently: "My lord, we will do our best to make up for it, we will work overtime to double the production of ore, and not a gram will be less." ”

I pointed to the waste bell and said, "Very well, I will give you a chance, the waste clock is my most trusted friend, you must treat him like me, he stares at you, I will believe anything he reports, if you don't want to die, let your wife remarry, let your children be abandoned, give me honest work!" Otherwise, I'll eat you all.... Send to the wasteland to feed the demons! ”

They desperately shouted, "Yes! ”

As soon as I clapped my hands, they immediately started work, and they worked extremely hard, but the clubhouse man was stunned.

I said coldly, "What's your situation?" ”

The clubhouse man pulled the ember crystal out of his pocket and numbly hit his head, he used all his strength, and the ember crystal was so hard that his head shattered like an egg until his brain was all over the ground.