"My name is the Legion, because I am numerous. ”

—Mark, chapter 5, section 9

When the Witch King Karak was still ruling Tyre, soldiers were already sent to guard the gates. At that time he had a dark head, no wrinkles on his face, sharp eyes, and a strong spear-wielding hand.

Known as the Pearl of the Desert for thousands of years, Tyre has been known as the Pearl of the Desert, and its massive walls allow for twelve horsemen at the widest point. Even at night, most of its gates are not closed, ready to welcome travelers from afar. The shisha parlors in the city are never proofed, and the hot beds, charming belly dancers, barbecue meats and water are enough to dispel the fatigue of the big merchants.

After the outbreak of the revolution, the number of merchants who had passed by was greatly reduced, the witch king was killed, and a new king was born. But no matter how the regime changes, someone will always need to watch the door. So the soldiers still come to their posts every night. Although he went from the Witch King's City Watch to a member of the Revolutionary Army, he still did a similar job.

It's just that at this time, his head has become gray, and his eyes are not as sharp as when he was young.

At nightfall, an elven couple came to Tyre, looking like farmers. They towed a two-wheeled carriage with high side panels. The man's face was flushed because he was pulling the cart hard, and the woman was much younger than her husband, and she was quite handsome.

Seeing this, the gatekeepers laughed, and the soldiers were no exception. "Where's your horse!" the gatekeeper asked them laughing. "How do you pull the car yourself!"

"We would have had a horse. The slightly older male elf replied, "but it was snatched by the bandits." ”

"My wife snatched it too. The elven man continued. "Hey, I did a lot of bad things. Fortunately, she ran back on her own, but the horse was not, and I guess it must have been slaughtered and eaten by the robbers. ”

The gatekeeper and his men laughed, and he went to check by the light of the torches. "What is this?" he said, picking up a bag of things from the car, "Lizard eggs? ”

The elven old man protested, "The eggs are sent to the crystal spider, if you want, go to the elf bazaar to buy them." ”

"The crystal spider has to wait a little longer, I haven't eaten an egg for more than half a year since the revolution broke out. Give, don't say I didn't give money. He threw two pottery coins to the elf.

The young elf spoke, "Not enough," she shook her head. "It's not enough. ”

"You haven't asked me for any money yet, humanoid. The gatekeeper said. "These eggs, and you, have to come here. Lads, she's too young for the old man!" the three soldiers leaned their spears against the wall, and pulled the struggling elf over and down against her skirt. The man's face was gray, but he didn't dare to stop it.

"Look, I'm going to fuck her asshole and fill her with colorful seeds until she gives me a little cub. "The boss is ready.

"You'll have to use another hole, head. A soldier said in an elongated tone.

"To be on the safe side, I'd better use every hole, even my nostrils. The goalkeeper moved to her side. "You, take the wind for us. If you see any officers coming, let us know at once!" he shouted to the soldiers.

The soldier shrugged, he was past the age to do such a thing. If it was in the era of the Witch King, it would be nothing to be a humanoid. Now, it's still a hassle if it is revealed.

He stared out into the darkness outside the door, and behind him came a voice that was half pleasant, half painful.

A wind blew, and there was a dangerous smell in the wind.

The soldier's eyes widened, but he saw nothing. The night grew darker, and the light of the torch retreated, giving way to the territory of light.

"Boss, I think something is wrong!" the soldier reminded his commander, who didn't notice.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and in the dark night, a man walked out.

The man seemed to blend in with the night, dressed in a black robe, and did not say a word. As he walked, all sorts of reptiles and rodents emerged from the sand and fled in panic as if they had encountered predators. Behind him, no footprints remained.

"Stop!" the soldier said nervously. Although he was no longer young, when he was nervous, he would hear the voice of a twelve-year-old boy, and he hated it. "Tell me your name and what you're coming from!"

"Name?" The man's face hidden under the hood seemed to squeeze out a twisted smile, though it could have been a soldier's hallucination. "You don't have to think about it. ”

What the does this mean, don't think about it?, the soldier was puzzled, and just as he was calling for the commander, a man from the darkness suddenly intervened.

There was no light and shadow of Xuan He, no dazzling burst of energy, and the battle ended in less than a breath. The man's pace didn't even pause for a moment.

All the soldiers at this gate died, and the huge spiritual power directly bombarded their soul essence and crushed their will. Before they died, they didn't even scream.

The two hapless elves were also taken from their lives, leaving behind two corpses with blood spilling from the corners of their eyes. Their brains have been burned out.

The man entered Tyre and walked unhurriedly. He seemed to be very familiar with the roads here, and when he came to a bend, he did not hesitate at all.

Along the way, no more unfortunate passers-by met him. There was a house on the side of the street where there were a lot of meat lizards that were eating. At this moment they seemed to sense something terrible approaching, and they chirped uneasily, burrowed into the sand, and slammed against the wall. The number of lizards is about two hundred.

The man walked to an empty corner, activated a mechanism on the wall, and a secret path leading underground appeared in front of him.

He followed this secret passage into the underworld of Tyr, and his purpose was the underground temple that once housed the Blind Eye cultists.

Not so long ago, the Psychic Muhadi cleared the cultists and claimed the place for himself. After that, many of the followers of the First Cause moved here and turned it into a temple for the worship of the One True God.

The old badge was erased to remove the traces of the Eye Demon's past zài. Believers have cultivated a lot of fluorescent fungi here and used them for lighting.

This place is very spacious, with intricate passages and rooms, and even two or three thousand people can be crammed. What's more, it's easy to defend and difficult to attack, making it an excellent natural fortress. Not only can it be isolated from the heat of the sun, but also can easily obtain groundwater.

When the black-robed man came to the temple, a man had been waiting for him for a long time.

"You've come just in time. The big bald white flashed out, he was dressed in a burlap robe, and he was barefoot with a pair of sandals, and his voice had an inhuman feeling. "It's almost time to come and monitor our progress. Who are you, though?"

"I am a thousand souls. The black-robed man replied.

Bai Flash didn't answer for a while, his eyes seemed to see through the man. "You're not a thousand souls, it never leaves Atki. ”

"A Thousand Souls is in Atki City right now. The black-robed man replied. "The witch kings are eyeing it, and it can't leave Atki so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. ”

"If Thousand Souls is in Atki, then you are not it. "There are a lot of teeth clashing and rubbing against each other, and it's not easy to understand. "Unless, you're its doppelganger. ”

"Yes, but no. The black-robed man said. "We are all a thousand souls. As you know, there are countless souls in that Atki's thousand souls, fighting each other for dominance. It tore a shadow from itself, a dregs, and poured it into the body. ”

Bai Flash nodded stiffly, as if his body was not quite accepting of command. "And what shall I call you for the sake of distinction?

"In the body of this 'individual' in front of you, there are two hundred and twenty-seven different consciousnesses. The black-robed man replied.

"Then let's call you the Legion, because you are numerous. White Flash said.

"Legion. The black-robed man chewed on the word repeatedly. "Legion, very apt. ”

White Flash led the way ahead, and his steps were big and fast. Circling around, the legion was taken to a room inside the temple. Judging by its location in the building, this is the center of the temple. Along the way, many masked men and women saw them, and they all gave way and bowed down.

"Human Muhadi isn't here, and I guess you don't get much useful information from me. There was a sound of teeth clashing and rubbing. "To inspect the progress of the mission?"

The Legion was noncommittal. "How's your progress?"

"The number of people who have taken refuge is growing steadily. There was another sound of grinding teeth, and Bai Flash waved his hand. "Every day, new souls are thrown into the arms of the First Cause. ”

"Many psychic magicians, too, have concealed their identities and joined the ranks of believers, just as planned. White Flash continued. "They have proved to be extremely useful, and with their spiritual powers, we can transform lost souls into fanatical believers in a very short time, ready to sacrifice. ”

"What do you think of Muhadi as a person?" the Legion asked White Flash. He took a chair and sat down on his own.

"Human, male, adult ......," White Flash replied. "As a psychic mancer, he has some talent, but he's not a stunning genius. ”

"As a prophet, his appearance is unremarkable. "The upper and lower teeth collided repeatedly, making strange noises. "Any psychic can make any mortal believe any shit with a spirit. He spent a lot of time concocting a theology that barely justified itself, and it didn't really do much to attract new people. Most people can't understand his set of things at all, and the naked threats and temptations work quickly. ”

The Legion tapped his fingers on the top of a table in the room. "You're underestimating him, and even if you're using a human body right now, you can't overcome your racial prejudices. Our generation of psychic magicians has spent hundreds of years in the desert concocting the legend of the coming of the Savior, and this critical time must not allow for any mistakes. The set of scriptures he created will be good for us in the long run, as long as we hold on to its interpretive power. ”

White Flash let out a purring sound with his snort, not knowing what he meant. "Whatever you may say, I'm a helper. Whether or not you can overthrow the Witch King and rebuild a society dominated by psychic magicians has nothing to do with me. ”

The legion did not say anything, and suddenly the room became very silent.

"Originally, I shouldn't have interfered. "In the end, it was the Legion that took the lead in breaking the loneliness. "But now, things have changed. ”

"The situation in Attas, it's getting too fast. Too many forces are entangled in each other, and it is difficult to stand alone. Legion said. "Our plan, which was fine, is now too slow. ”

"A more radical approach must be taken to make our voices heard. The legion ordered. "Get more people converted. ”

"Mages are not fools. If you are brainwashed on a large scale, it is impossible not to be revealed. White Flash pointed out.

"Not brainwashing, with more basic methods. Legion said. "Like you just said - naked threats and temptations. ”

"Inform all believers to Jihad, unbelievers. The Legion's voice was cold and unforgiving, like a glacier shattering.

"I doubt that Muhathir will support this decision. White Flash said.

"Muhati is not here. The Legion replied. "And we're here. ”

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The chaos began in the most inconspicuous alleyways and spread into a vast chaos that engulfed the entire Tyre. It's like a butterfly waving its wings and eventually leading a huge storm.

Buoyed by the Legion and the White Glitter, several masked men sneaked into the densely populated alley.

"Humble yourselves, therefore, before the mighty hand, and in the hour he will exalt you. "White Glitter instilled in them the thoughts that were instilled in them with psionic energy, reminding them of their own identity and obligations at all times. The voice was repeated over and over again until it could no longer have any other thoughts. "Cast your anxiety on the one true God, because He cares for you. Be sober, and be on the lookout, for your adversary, the devil, is like a roaring lion, which walks about in search of whom he may devour. ”

None of these men were adventurers, untrained men, and not mages or warlocks. The only weapons they had were a few scimitars, but they were not afraid. For he "will not leave you nor forsake you." "Did he not deliver Jericho, his king, and his mighty men to the weakest and hopeless of men?

It was an altar of heresy that attracted many men and women who were confused and wavered and refused to accept the first cause of indoctrination. It is dangerous, for many of the people of Tyre have been attracted to its wrong path. The ancient one-eyed remnant god it enshrines must be the embodiment of demons.

Quite a few former gladiators were also attracted to the one-eyed god, whom they called the Lord of the Army, the Lord of War, and the Blessing of Thunder. Many of these former gladiators held military positions in the New Revolutionary Army and were very influential. Moreover, they are all very skilled. These dead soldiers knew that once they leaked, they could only kill one and count one, and there was no way they could survive from here.

But they didn't care, the white flash had already poured into their minds: "Although I have walked through the valley of death, I have no need to fear harm. ”

The masked men blended in with the crowd of heretics who had come to worship and approached the heretical sacrifice. Then they suddenly drew their scimitars and slashed at sight.

The crowd exclaimed, and some were shocked and overwhelmed. Some people instinctively dodge and try to figure out the situation. The heretical sacrifice took the brunt of it, and he was stabbed several times in his body, and he couldn't see that he would survive.

"He will avenge the blood of his servants, and will repay his enemies. In my head, the voice kept echoing.

Most of the people recovered from the initial shock, and they also drew their weapons and stepped forward to fight. What was once a peaceful place became a battlefield for killing.

It took a lot of effort for the gladiators to kill the attackers who had suddenly appeared. Although these men were not strong and agile and lacked combat experience, they made up for this shortcoming with double fervor. Four gladiators were killed in the attack.

Several of the attackers never tried to hide their identities, so it soon became clear where they were coming from.

The relatives of the deceased tore their heads, clamored for revenge, and declared that they would get rid of all first-cause believers. The Athas have a do-it-do mentality, so in a very short period of time, the scale of the killings has increased exponentially.

The avengers started with the lonely believers, and the streets and alleys were filled with assassinations and violence for a while. Every day people wake up to see new corpses, all the traces of abuse.

Many of the First Cause believers retreated to the underground temple, but many more chose to fight back. Because they didn't know the first attackers at all, but they were also implicated, they naturally didn't swallow their anger in vain.

A microcosm of this chaos is unfolding in a burning house.

“...... You think you're safe, don't you?" the man with the scimitar looked at the victim who had been cornered by himself. "Do you think you can escape?"

"It's you!" cried the man huddled in the corner. "I thought you were dead! Ten corpses, not a single one missing!"

"You killed ten people, yes. Including the unborn child in my wife's womb. The man with the scimitar said coldly. "You should have killed eleven people. ”

"After you left, a 'corpse' crawled up. The man continued. "Now, he's come for revenge!"

"You did it first, all we did was defend ourselves!" shouted the man who was cornered in spite of a sigh.

"Did I do it? Or did my wife and children do it?" the man with the scimitar slashed down, chopping off one of the victim's arms. "Just because we have different beliefs from you, you are going to do it to us?

The man with the scimitar plunged the knife into the victim's chest, deepening inch by inch. "I am the weapon of justice! I take revenge on the innocent who cannot defend themselves! My wrath is equal to your death!"

"I ...... I also have a wife and a young daughter. The victim struggled. "Kill me, and you'll ruin their lives. Who will be a weapon of their righteousness?"

"It's your responsibility, not mine!" said that, the man with the scimitar cut off the victim's head.

On this night, similar tragedies were repeated in different places.

The Legion felt this qiē in the safety of the underground sanctuary. "More hatred. And more. He said. "Violent anger leads to more violent anger, and the hatred is chained and endless. ”

"My power, infinite improvement!"

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Once again, King Tessian got up from his seat and paced back and forth, and in one day, for the third time.

The king looked preoccupied and seemed to be hesitant about something. Those who knew him well would surely be strange, because Tessian was not an indecisive man. His motto is that as long as you do something quickly, you can't go too wrong.

But today, there is one thing he has been hesitant about.

Teemo, a former Templar and now a traitor to the counter-revolution, has been executed. In order to fill Timo's vacancy, he promoted a number of new people, but none of them proved to be competent enough.

He was well aware of the disturbances in the city, and it seemed that the chaos had not yet spread to the army, and there was no sign of endangering the royal power. The common people were originally killing and killing, and this was Atas, so he didn't care what new reasons they had for killing.

But what really prevented Tessian from sending troops to calm the situation was that he hadn't figured out how to use the current state of affairs to maximize his profits.

Finally, he waited for the news he had been waiting for.

A former Templar entered the King's office, "and they agreed." He reported to Tessian. "On the condition that the crown be used as a guarantor for their business outside Tyre. ”

"Sue them, as a servant of Tyre, I am not afraid to lose my throne, and I will protect the rights and interests of our merchants of Tyre. Tessian said proudly. "Now that they've agreed to support it, I already have enough votes on hand. ”

"Do you really want to do that, Your Majesty? "This former Templar is loyal, a capable lackey, but unfortunately not very smart. "Banish all the First Cause believers? Coral Witch is said to have a personal relationship with the Psychic Warlock Muhadi, how can you explain it when she returns?"

"As King, I am accountable to Tyre and her people, not to the Coral Witch. Tessian said confidently. "Besides, wasn't it she and Muhati herself who drafted the law on army reform, stipulating that no one but the government of Tyre could organize a private army? Even that Muhati can't say anything. ”

"I'm going to drive them out of Tyre, and then the desert will take care of my trouble. "The king's words are not so much for his subordinates as for himself. "They will all die, and there will be no one left. ”

"Then, I'm going to see if the Coral Witch and her lackeys will turn against each other because of this?"

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