The war centered on the gates of Boulder City became more and more intense, as if the half-worms in Boulder City were as endless as the waves of the sea, and there was no tendency to stop until now.

The roars and roars of the half-worms, the roars of the Achilles warriors and the roar of the bombs, the tearing of flesh and blood, the hiss of slashing through the air, and the crackling of the burning sea of fire became the main theme of the Boulder Gate.

On a tall tower in the center of Boulder City, a statue of a human-like figure nailed to a cross was hanging on the tower, and below the statue was a bishop of the Afflicted Sect and the knight who had previously guarded the Boulder City.

"Our compatriots are suffering, it is real suffering, it is a slaughter that is enough to sink their souls, and if this continues, our compatriots, the forces we have cultivated will be burned, so when will endless suffering really come to this world?!"

"The important thing is that if we expose it, I will die!!! I want to pursue my own! You god! ”

The knight, with two arthropod claws growing out of his ribs, had transformed into an inhuman stance, he had four eyes, and his pupils were drawn to the left and right at the same time, like insects, his teeth had gradually evolved into the mouthparts of insects, his body was bulging, somewhat hunchbacked, and under his robe, there were only layers of limbs that seemed to be a structure of moderation.

In the face of the knight's questioning, the bishop only turned away faintly, his transformation was more complete than that of the knight, he had become a living standing worm with four arms, and his hands had degenerated into claws, if the knight still had a little human face and human mouth.

Now the bishop of the Affliction has become a complete worm, his nose has become two vents, and his eyes have begun to split, and countless pupils have converged into two pairs of compound eyes, and his mouth has split into two pincer-like jaws that open and close as if chewing something.

The bishop's four claws were clasped together, stirring at each other, and the mouth opened like a worm's mouthparts, revealing the sharp, turbine-shaped, black teeth inside.

"Don't be in a hurry, my friend, the real sufferers have not yet been sent, they are our true compatriots, we have the same blood in our veins, they hold up the sect, they hold up the endless suffering............ Sentient beings should be afraid of them, fear them, yearn for them, but sentient beings are too stupid! ”

The bishop sighed, as if he was pessimistic about the future of mankind, as if he had been shaken by the endless suffering, and then began to have a faint sense of pity.

The knight's face was irritable, and the pupils that had been cracked left and right were slightly condensed, showing the anger of his master, the sharp claws on both sides of his ribs hung downward, and his two hands rested on the two thin swords hanging from his waist, clenching the hilts slightly, he asked.

"Your rhetoric will always be like this, I joined the Cult of the Afflicted in pursuit of a stronger path and greater power! Now that the secret is about to be revealed, are you going to wait for that crazy god-like wizard to destroy everything before you give up? Or is it the fulfillment of your suffering? ”

In the end, there was a mocking smile on the face of the angry knight, in his opinion, these madmen who worship insects are simply unreasonable, what endless suffering, what beings who bear suffering, to put it bluntly, isn't it a convergence of faith?

Confusing the masses with all sorts of doctrines, just a bunch of damn guys!

"Huh?"

The four compound eyes composed of the bishop's countless pupils exuded an indescribable look, as if there was compassion, as if there was pity, but there seemed to be nothing, he just faintly ignored the knight and asked rhetorically.

"Don't you want to be freed from endless suffering? My fellow man, only the representative of endless suffering, the Lord of suffering, can lead you to immerse yourself in suffering, to become the one who truly bears suffering, and suffering is the source of our true strength, isn't it? ”

The words flowed into the knight's mind like a magic sound, and he subconsciously wanted to refute, and even almost drew his sword, but the dazed eyes began to appear, he didn't seem to understand what he had just said, or what the reason for his pursuit of power was.

The words that had been firm just now seemed to vanish.

"No, no, I don't want to believe in any suffering............ No, I should carry all my afflictions and gather them at the feet of the Lord of Suffering............ Not ............"

The knight fell to his knees, his four arms propped up on the ground, and his four eyes began to spin wildly like madness.

He was convincing himself, or rather, another force in his mind was convincing himself, he was trying to recognize reality and keep himself, but under the endless will and the wailing of the swarm, under the endless call and endless suffering, his will began to slacken, began to crack, his mind was twisted.

As it should be, all people should follow in the footsteps of the Lord of suffering, carry suffering, use suffering as a strength, and spread suffering, and only suffering is the only truth in the world.

Looking at the knight, who was caught in a daze and self-denial, self-justification, the bishop nodded with satisfaction, and he recruited another general for the great Afflicted Sect.

The knight's own last will and struggle seemed to him to be just a small pebble in front of the endless waves, and sooner or later he would be swept up in the endless waves, indulging in suffering, and finally turning into one of the sufferings.

"Now is not the time to be exposed, exterminate the warriors sent by these wizards, and shirk it for other reasons afterwards, cover it up for as long as you can, the power of suffering has penetrated into all aspects of this world, and the carnival of the sufferers is about to come to the fore, but not now!"

The Bishop turned, his hideous mouthparts opening and closing, and he muttered to himself, and then in the dome above his head, the sleeping victim had opened his four hideous eyes, crawling like a worm over the dome and looking into the distance.

They are the true heritage and warriors of the Cult of the Afflicted, and each of their limbs is strengthened by the Lord of Suffering, making them the most perfect killing machines.

With a scorpion-like blade on their tail, sharp and defense-breaking claws, and a strong life force, a monotonous and direct killing instinct, sharp teeth and venom entangled in their tongues, their speed will be greatly increased when they crawl, they will increase their speed and lethality to the extreme, and the only thing that may be lacking is the slightly thin external armor.

"Boom !!"

Seemingly neat but utterly chaotic, a roar of twist and sin resounded through the dome.

One by one, the victims began to open their eyes and crawl above the tower, hidden in the darkness, about to transform into the most cruel blades, cutting off all external tentacles and temptations.

(End of chapter)