The old monk who seemed to have left the desert village, and the group of gods who had allied with the old monk, watched everything in the village with interest, not even the dust in the air.

The perspective of the gods is naturally different from that of human beings, the gods who are exalted in the heavenly realm, the gods who are immersed in the abyss, and the way they look at the earth is like the sun hanging in the sky, shining on everything—

Low adobe houses, dry wells covered with wooden planks, small villages that are about to be buried in gravel, dry riverbeds that roll up sand and fly.

Then, there was a vast sea of sand that could not be seen even with the Eagle Eye Technique.

This is the sand sea of swords, which travelers regard as the desperate situation of life, and the dead and silent place with the notoriety of "the realm of nothingness".

Located in the middle of the most barren Desert in the northern continent, the Sword Blade Sand Sea is the only remnant of the ancient magic empire after its demise, except for monsters such as desert lizards and human-faced manticores, even the nomadic Bedai barbarians on the edge of the desert are reluctant to go deep into the sand sea.

But in the midst of such a dead land, there is this small village, which has to be said to be a miracle of life.

But in the eyes of the gods, this miracle is about to be discounted.

The hot wind blowing in the sea of sand brings up fine dust like powder, constantly pushing the sand dunes to change their orientation, but in the eyes of the gods, those sand dunes that constantly change their orientation are always moving according to a special position and a specific time.

And when the hot wind blows the sand and dust, when the sand and gravel flow, it will always form some strange words, arranged in a very regular pattern.

Yes, the entire Sword Blade Sand Sea is under the operation of this strange power, and it is extremely careful and cautious to watch over this village, as if it is guarding something. It was as if this was not a barren backcountry that even the devil didn't bother to visit, but the capital of the ancient Magic Kingdom, worthy of the efforts of countless wizards to build such an exaggerated defensive lock.

To this day, the Blade Desert has operated in this pre-programmed way: letting the hot wind blow, letting the dunes move, and even occasionally allowing scarce water vapor to gather and rain in time.

But when a caravan enters the Enoch Desert, everything changes.

The hot wind blew aimlessly, causing the power of order that once guarded the sword blade sand sea to disintegrate rapidly, and the sand dunes collapsed, scattering the sand and gravel, as if there had never been a mystery guarding the small village.

Only the almost inaudible singing of the wind seemed to welcome the arrival of the caravan:

"Om, all sentient beings in the Three Realms of Tetra Pak are fearless, and they are inconceivable when they hear the wonderful law, and they have attained supreme bodhichitta. Constant compassion, equality with boundless wisdom, purity without fear, constant unbroken and not empty. ”

In fact, just by looking at the dress of these merchants, it is difficult to associate them with the caravan in the impression of ordinary people.

The samurai in charge of pathfinding all wore chain mail mixed with Mithril, which was woven from tiny Mithril alloy rings with strong defensive functions and additional fire resistance, making it the most popular type of enchanted armor among warriors operating in the desert, and naturally the price was far higher than that of ordinary armor. Even those genuine knights who have a personal fiefdom should treat it as a family heirloom and carefully store and maintain it when they get such a chain mail of Mithril alloy.

And the person in charge of commanding these chainmail warriors did not look like a wealthy merchant who actually led the merchant group on long-distance trade, but a middle-aged nobleman wearing a blood-colored velvet short robe.

The aristocratic man clearly had no taste for dressing, his neck, earlobes, fingers, and wrists were occupied by all sorts of gemstone earrings, gemstone rings, and gemstone bracelets, leaving no room for it, and even on his forehead were three completely different Mithril tiaras inlaid with topaz, amethyst, and emeralds, and the light from the gems even distorted the light around him. But such an active gem shelf does not give people the impression of an upstart at all-

Those rings, bracelets, necklaces, and forehead crowns all had extremely strong magical powers, and they put layers upon him of force field protection, elemental absorption, psionic countermeasures, and hostile detection buffs. In addition to these common protective accessories, there is also the Spell Sequencer, a high-level item that can activate multiple low-level spells at any time.

This expensive outfit alone can only be afforded by the chief court mage in some small countries.

Not to mention the fact that the man also rode a reddish-brown male lion with dragon wings on his crotch—a lion that could be a little more dangerous than a lriffin that prefers to move in the mountains, because it has three rows of sharp teeth on top and bottom of its large mouth and a scorpion tail dragging behind it.

Are these strange-looking creatures synthesizers created by mages in the mage towers, or are they the creations of some evil gods and demons? for they have been breeding on the continent for many years, long enough to bury all the truth, and no one cares about this boring question. It is only known that manticores love to hunt humans and dwarves for pleasure in deserts and grasslands. Except for the powerful and aesthetically unusually good dark magicians, no one likes to approach this ferocious monster.

And in the north of the continent, the mage riding the manticore, which is also a symbol of the notorious gangster organization "Santarin".

As a **** force dominated by evil god priests and most of the high-level black magicians, the Santarin Society has taken over the vast majority of illegal businesses in the Northern Continent. The small tricks of the thieves' guilds such as tying up a ticket and collecting a protection fee are not eye-catching, and illegal transactions such as slave trafficking and reselling all kinds of "happiness potions" and "pleasure incense" can only be regarded as the downstream industry of this famous **** force. The Santarim Society is like a Mexican drug lord who has grown bigger and stronger in a certain time and space, focusing all his attention on two things-

Monopolize the commercial networks of the Northern Continent and carry out coups in the city-states and small states of the Northern Continent.

Generally speaking, the reputation of such a **** organization is not much better, but the reputation on the Northern Continent is actually not too bad - ordinary people always have a respectful attitude towards the Santarin Society, and the nobles will also turn to the intelligence network and illegal trading activities of the Santalin Society when they need it.

After all, all the evil actions of the Santarins are based on the pursuit of wealth and power. On the premise of common interests, these **** elements who do nothing evil and like to turn their faces and refuse to admit their accounts can also be regarded as a partner to consider.

At least, compared to those cults of evil gods and demon cults who like to cause natural and man-made disasters and even think about how to destroy the world every day, the Santarin Society is at least a more reasonable group that can sit down and bargain.

In the southern part of the Enoch Desert, the Santarim Society occupies a black trade route connected by oases and warehouses, and fills this trade route with a lot of blood and human lives every day. The Bedai barbarians, who robbed caravans for a living, the demon-worshipping human-faced sphinx, and the lizardmen, who preferred human flesh, were all big troubles on the black trade roads.

Therefore, it is really unreasonable for this caravan of the Santarin Society to leave the black trade route and risk being attacked by robbers and monsters to go deep into the sea of sand with blades.

But if you pay attention to the magician sitting on the back of the manticore, you will find that in addition to the blinding magic gems, there is also a disc-shaped necklace made of gold that stands out. A black hand is carved out of the gold plate in bas-relief, and a green light emanates from the fingers that are folded into a fist, making the whole pendant look particularly bewitching.

This is the emblem of the god of tyranny, Bain, and only those who are absolutely loyal to the god and who have made significant contributions to it are allowed to wear it during the sacrifice of the god. As a well-known old evil god on the mainland, the Church of the God of Tyranny also has a tradition of hunting the living to sacrifice blood to their evil gods.

Generally speaking, these evil gods also have a preference for living sacrifices, such as the goddess of the night, Shar's favorite sacrifice is the priest of the good gods, and the queen of the spider god is the most appreciative of the tragic scene of the surface elves being tortured to death on the altar. But the evil gods also have one thing in common about their need for sacrifices, the purer and kinder the creature, the more pleasing the evil gods are.

The Church of the God of Tyranny does not have a specific festival of worship, as long as the priests want to please their masters, they will hold a sacrifice ceremony with the theme of torture and torture, and send the kidnapped and abducted victims to be tortured to death on an altar made of black basalt, and the God of Tyranny also appreciates these small surprises offered by his lackeys from time to time.

Even if Santarin would be a relatively sane "moderate evil force", it would still be an out-and-out nightmare for ordinary people who encountered them!

I don't know if it was because they had been isolated from the world for too long, but when the team of the Santarin Society appeared outside the deserted village, they did not encounter any decent resistance. The village chosen by King Guangcai and his "Bodhisattva" had been isolated from the rest of the world for so long that the inhabitants of the village did not know how to face this treacherous world after the barrier outside the village was lifted.

Even when the whole village was tied upside down by the armoured Santarin warriors, like lambs to the slaughter, the villagers could not understand what was happening.

Whether it is an evil god or a demon, although their followers in the material world are somewhat crazy and ****** tendencies, it does not mean that they have no intelligence and taste. Especially the god of tyranny and the queen of the spider god who have a serious sadistic personality, the requirements for sacrifice are even more distorted-

The eldest of the village was chosen and made to kneel before the jewel-like messenger of the Bann Church, trembling and not knowing what fate would be achieved.

The "jewel shelf" had no interest in spreading the gospel and teaching the truth to these old men, but he lowered his head, looked at these dark-skinned, thin old men with interest, and spoke slowly and methodically in a lingua franca with a northern accent: "Congratulations to you, untouchables who live ignorantly and waste their lives in the dust! As the savior of your souls, I will convey to you the truth of the great black monarch, the supreme God who reigns over darkness, and the black hand that destroys all false gods." ”

After the lengthy titles of the god of tyranny had been reported, the eldest village elder asked in a trembling voice: "What kind of truth do you want to give us......, noble lord?"

However, before the old man could finish his words, the "gem shelf" impatiently raised his left hand, and a cold light shot from the gemstone ring on his little finger, which landed on the old man's left arm.

It only took a breath for the old man's arm to burst apart in the rapidly approaching cold, which was the instant freezing of skin and flesh at low temperatures, so that the entire right arm was like a blooming red lotus - but what a tragic red lotus with white bones and flesh turned out!

Because most of the nerves in his arms had been destroyed by the cold temperature in an instant, the old man had not yet been able to understand what was happening to him, but the people around him had already let out a deafening scream in fear!

With an impatient wave of his hand, a samurai in chain mail approached, drawing his sword and slashing several villagers off their shoulders, and the blood flew out with their internal organs and splashed on the bodies and faces of the villagers, instantly causing the screaming people to gasp.

The "jewel shelf" who led the slaughter smiled nonchalantly, and then said in his usual pretentious tone: "Don't scream, shouting this kind of behavior is a superfluous emotion that only immature slaves have, try to use this voice to resist." This is wrong, wrong, must be corrected, and contrary to the truth of the great Black Monarch. Remember, O lowly maggots, the great black monarch tells us that the ruler does not need any reason to do anything to his slaves, and the slaves only need to accept it with gratitude, and do not need to resist anything......"

"Ah, revolt, revolt, revolt......" As if with a sugar cube in his mouth, "Jewel Shelf" repeated the word several times, and then said with emotion: "Riot is rebellion, flight is rebellion, swearing is rebellion, slackness is rebellion, crying is rebellion, wailing is rebellion, the expression you make on your filthy face is also resistance, even thinking is rebellion, this is the dirtiest crime, the most evil blasphemy!"

"—I declare, you need sanctions!"

In a nervous and sharp voice, the "gem shelf" raised its hand, and one magic ring after another scattered all kinds of violent attack spells, electric shocks, freezing, flames, and poisonous gases, and fired at the villagers without accuracy, and only the voice of this crazy evil god believer kept coming in the chaotic dance of harvesting life, as the best accompaniment to the killing dance:

"Hehe

Flesh and blood fly, the flower of life withers, and those lucky enough to survive the harvest of the "jewel shelf" tremble and look up to the man who brought death.

In the blink of an eye, the "jewel shelf", which had turned into a slaughterhouse, walked on the ground full of blood, flesh and mutilated corpses, walked to the villagers who were still alive, and leaned down with the most kind smile: "Now, come and tell me, is there any other one of you who wants to resist?"

At this distorted and terrifying face, the simple-looking man's lips trembled, he was speechless, and it took almost all his strength to reluctantly reply, "I'm not...... I didn't have ......"

However, the face of the "gem shelf" only showed a look of disgust, and then pointed the ring on his finger at the other party's forehead: "It's a pity, the answer is wrong." ”

With a flicker of magical light on the ring, the "gem shelf" dropped the body of the lost head and walked over to another villager who was witnessing it.

After reaping more than ten consecutive "wrong answers", finally a thin peasant woman couldn't support herself in fear, and while crying, she pointed to her neighbors and shouted: "I report, I expose, it's this person who wants to resist!"

Some were satisfied with the "understanding" of the thin village woman, and the "jewel shelf" walked up to the villagers who were "reported" and nodded: "So, the sinner who was reported, do you have any intention of making meritorious service for the crime?"

Of course, there are relatives who are distant and close to this kind of thing, and it is still too difficult to "report flesh and blood relatives" in the most extreme cases. Then people who don't fit in, people who have weak social relationships, and people who have just arrived and settled down for a few years become the best targets for reporting.

Constant accusations, constant confessions of new rebels, the charges are snowballing bigger and bigger, more and more ridiculous, passing through the crowd, and finally all the charges are pushed onto the same "rebels".

That young and ordinary farmer.

But this time, looking at the trembling farmer who didn't make a sound, the "jewel shelf" refused to use his magic anymore, and instead looked at the surviving villagers: "Tell me, then, my slaves, what do you have to do to the rebels?"

In this demonic whisper, the villagers stared at the young farmer, whose restraints were untied by the samurai of the Santarim Society, and much could be done.

From the pool of blood, the people picked up stones stained with human blood and broken farm tools and walked towards the young farmer, not daring to look up at their "master" in the slightest.

......

.........

For the Santarim Society, sacrifice in a deserted village was nothing more than a daily activity to express devotion to the gods and enjoy sadistic pleasures. The last victim of their choosing, according to the custom of the "jewel shelf", was escorted to the dunes.

It was an unbearable sight to witness, the young farmer's right eye socket had become a bloody hollow, which had been dug out with her fingernails by a peasant woman who had fallen into madness. His hands and feet were also broken by the villagers who "punished the rebels", and he was bitten by the frenzied villagers until only half of his bones remained.

And on this broken body, he was constantly subjected to a primary healing technique by the "gem shelf" - this healing technique could temporarily suspend his life, but it also brought more cruel torture. The young man's broken body left behind a soul maggot summoned from the lower realm, these strange insects with human faces are monsters turned into fallen souls, and they are also the bait and precious resources that demons love.

If the soul maggot wants to escape the fate of being tasted by demons, it must devour the flesh and power of other creatures so that it can evolve into a true demon. For these lucky soul maggots, the flesh and blood of the young farmer were simply the most delicious ten great tonics, and they gnawed through their bodies and devoured their blood and qi, and they didn't even have time to let out the wails that soul maggots should have.

These soul maggots are none other than the villagers responsible for torturing young people.

To the god of tyranny and his church, these villagers obviously have little capital to become tyrants, and they have missed the best age, whether as slaves or cannon fodder, they seem to be worthless, and can only be used as such waste.

Because of this, when these pathetic maggots gnawed on their bodies, the young farmer let out a broken moan, full of hatred, but did not know where to vent.

Do you hate these ignorant villagers? They are innocent people, and now they have fallen to the most miserable end.

What is the use of hating a little person who is put here, tortured and waiting to die?

During the long torment, the young farmer's hatred did not even know where to place it.

As if hallucinating on the verge of death, the young farmer seemed to hear countless people crying:

Floods, famines, pestilences, wars.

Curses, petrification, human sacrifices, poisoning.

Torture, imprisonment, slave trade, detention.

Poverty, mutilation, sickness, pain.

Parting, insulting, lost, forgotten.

It seemed that the misfortune of the whole world was perceived by this unfortunate young man, until his emotions also became chaotic in the misfortune and sin of the whole world, until a voice called to him in his heart:

"Say what you want, say what you want. ”

Aspiration?

What does this mean to him?

But in the midst of the great chaos, the last remnants of consciousness responded weakly, almost illogically, to the voice:

"If you can, please let me and this all disappear. ”

This is the most unrealistic wish, and even the person who made the wish is well aware of this most desperate dying whisper. But the voice was reflected in the young man's heart at this moment: "Then as you wish, my child." ”

At the moment when the voice sounded, the young man's last consciousness seemed to see a light, a thin man with curly hair smiling at him in the pure and divine light.

In the man's hand, he held a magnificent golden wine glass, in which the red liquid rippled slightly.

But soon, the golden cup turned into a golden skull, and there seemed to be a snake-like black monster struggling and surging inside the skull, and there seemed to be more darkness surging towards the skull.

This is not the hallucination of a young man dying on his behalf, at this moment, in the sea of sand of the sword blade known as the "Land of Nothingness", a golden light fills the sky, whether it is the Heavenly Mountain, the Elysium Realm, the Machine Realm, or the Chaos Sea, the Scorching Hell, or the Endless Abyss, they are all disturbed by this golden light, and some invisible forces are dragged up and moving in one direction.

At this moment, in the distant time and space, Wei Ye and Bao Fangzu faintly felt at the same time, and raised their heads in the direction of the northern sky.

"What's going on?"

The immortal warlock questioned Fang Sheng, and a sound of Zen singing came from far away from the sky:

"Good man, what you wish can be fulfilled, the Three Realms have sentient beings who live and die, and their sufferings are immeasurable, and all kinds of sins and obstacles cannot be liberated. With this great wish, I am now burdening all the bad karma for all sentient beings. With this powerful divine power, it is beneficial and sentient, vast and boundless, unspeakable, inconceivable, inconceivable, and can make sentient beings obtain immeasurable and boundless merits, and all the earth's ** Flame Demon Realm Asura bodies and hungry ghosts can be liberated. If you don't, you won't attain supreme enlightenment. ”

The sound of this Zen chanting just started, and there was a subtle fragrance falling from the sky, which also made Wei Ye stunned: "This is the great wish of Buddhism, is it possible that there are great virtues of Buddhism in this world, and they have made a fundamental wish not to become a Buddha, so that the heart of heaven is inducted, and the appearance of flowers and rain falling from the sky appears?"

Bao Fangzu's face changed: "The great wish of Buddhism, Yu Tianren's sense is the most fast, and it can even shake the world of the ten directions - no, it is the lock of heaven and earth!"

(End of chapter)