Chapter 725 The Demonic Plague is stirring
“Where are the chosen ones.”
When the messenger of the death knell spoke, his voice was like a pot of boiling hot oil.
"They are here."
In the distance, escorted by several tall warriors, dozens of children with frightened faces were tied up with ropes and sent to the giant holding a bronze bell. .
Bivier was one of them. He was originally just an ordinary child. His father was a doctor. But just this morning, the world he was familiar with was torn apart.
These terrible giants, carrying a deadly plague, visited his home and destroyed everything about him, including his parents.
Now, he must also face the choice of fate.
“Kneel down.”
A majestic voice came out, and all the children knelt down on the gravel on the ground at the same time.
The bell giant walked up to a child, looked at him for a while, and then touched the child's face with his hand.
"Ah————!"
The next moment, the child screamed miserably, and chickenpox and scars began to develop rapidly on his face, and then on his whole body.
He scratched himself in pain and even pulled off the skin bit by bit. This scene made some children pee in fear - literally.
When he fell to the ground rotting a third of the way, he had not even taken his last breath, and the giant was already in front of another child.
"Too fragile."
After the cruel verdict, there was another more cruel death.
"Impure blood, with a slight tendency to mutate."
"Cowardly."
"Despicable."
"Spoiled and pampered."
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Finally, we arrived at Beville. Ten children had “died” before. Although they have not yet died, it seems that Their appearance is indistinguishable from death—perhaps death is kinder.
When the Bronze Bell Giant came in front of her, Bivier realized that it was so huge. Its body was much larger than she had imagined. It was scattering an astonishing halo, making him want to Gasping for air.
He wanted to divert his attention, but the other person's yellow eyes stared at him.
"I'm not afraid of you!"
After mustering up the courage to say this, the other party just gave him a sarcastic look, as if to say, don't do this to me.
The next second, the bronze bell giant suddenly grabbed his chin and lifted it, fixing it in the rusty gauntlet, making him stare at it for a while.
Bivier had no choice but to return the other's gaze, and then he found himself in a terrible world.
In that world, the dead appeared again, their facial features had been distorted, their eyes were so empty, and their limbs were twisting stiffly, as if they were trying to crawl forward to survive - no, they all died. .
The rotten skin was just loose on the head, and the contents of the eye sockets had long since been lost, and disgusting white pus continued to flow out.
They moved forward, swaying, and with every step they took, the flesh and blood cracked, revealing the scene underneath - rotten and black rotten flesh, accompanied by the stench, continued to slide from the body, from New tissue grew in the gaps, covering the bones stained with green oil, and then continued to rot and fall off with the next activity.
In this cycle of corruption, everything is so hopeless and so scary.
In the distance, the huge demons laughed happily. Every time they inhaled, their bellies would burst. Every time they exhaled, they would bring out a foul-smelling cloud filled with flies as big as a human head.
Bivier was in this rotting garden. He just wanted to escape desperately, but the fallen corpse kept getting up, looking for the living people around him, trying to catch him and tear him apart. Devour him until he is reduced to a corpse as broken as themselves.
The boy climbed up a hill. His boots were stained with dirt on the ground, and his clothes were torn and stained with pus and oil.
Then, he saw - the demon in the middle, no, it seemed to be a god, respected by the demons around him, and responded with fatherly love.
It shakes a twisted spire, like stirring a pot of soup, and the whole earth rises and falls, meaning and law are destroyed, existence is nothing but the kindness it bestows, if he wants , everything will be corrupted!
Bivier heard his parents calling and expressed love to him.
As a result, the last trace of reason disappeared.
How long has it been? An hour, a day, a hundred years, nothing seems to have happened.
Everything in the garden was laughing, twisting, profaning, they were laughing, looking, playing, serving, while Beville looked on and praised.
"Very good, a qualified candidate."
The bronze bell giant released Bivier's chin, and at this moment, there was a mark of blasphemy on the boy's forehead.
"With the blessing of the immortal father, you will implant the sacred seed in the future and become our brothers."
Reciting the loud oath, the bronze bell roared three times.
"Ferryman Engalta, urgent order."
Suddenly, a soldier strode over, surrounded by a swarm of flies, buzzing.
The Deathstroke Messenger opened the wet parchment and immediately made a surprised sound.
"Argiddon?"
At this time, a warrior behind him seemed to have guessed something and whispered:
"An order from the original body."
Ngarta coughed lightly and waved to the soldiers escorting the boys.
"The harvest will continue, Sergeant Mitta takes over my duties."
Then he summoned the soldier who conveyed the order to him, and the two walked to a secluded corner.
“You must know something, right?”
“I heard some things, brother, but they are just rumors.”
“Tell me about it .”
The Deathstroke belched and spit out a bunch of squirming maggots.
"It is rumored that the Sacred Garden is suddenly angry, and that the Primarch has received instructions to find something."
As early as a week ago, the news spread like a plague through the Legion, and somehow it crossed Countless great gaps in space were heard and recounted, and some suspicions were raised.
After all, it had been a long time since the Primarch had given orders to the Legion.
"But Armageddon, you know, was so eye-catching that the bloodthirsty lunatics of the Twelve Legion are still ashamed of their wretched father's failure."
The helmet of the warrior who conveyed the order had a crack, revealing a barb-like set of fine teeth, like a bloodthirsty eel.
"So, you don't need to remind us, we all know what happened there... But what the original body ordered us to find is not to let us capture that world. Maybe we can try to make a deal with those guys."
< br>“Those guys——”
Ngarta nodded thoughtfully.
"That's one way, just do it like this, let Nuruddin contact them and say that all prices are negotiable, but we must get the information we need!"
The messenger nodded. , turned away, and those buzzing flies left and followed.
The messenger of the death knell stood in the shadows, his eyes shining, seeming to be thinking about something -
"If the last daughter of Isa gives her to her loving father with her own hands, then I will surely be able to embark on glory. The way!”
(End of this chapter)