Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds
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Chapter 511: 511
Monster and Monster
They followed this tunnel and passed through the thick and deep ground.
Then, it suddenly became clear.
At first, it was just a blue light, but when he reached the end of the tunnel, he saw a sea of blue light. At the end of the tunnel was a cliff, and below the cliff was a dream-like world.
Dreamy plants that looked like weeping willows were rooted in the soil and crevices of the rocks. The blue willow leaves sparkled. The tall fungi plants were like street lamps that emitted a gorgeous glow. The ferns on the ground were also shining. Compared to the areas they had passed before, the glowing plants in this deeper area were more beautiful, eye-catching, and full of vitality in terms of color and shape.
The blue crystals grew on the riverbed and the stone walls. They even grew from the dome and extended downward. The entire area was dark blue like ice, like a dream. Even though the three of them had their own thoughts, they still held their breaths after seeing this vast and dreamy crystal world. A sense of amazement appeared in their hearts.
However, this amazement only lasted for a short while.
Because this beautiful scenery had already been profaned and tainted by filth.
In a sea of crystal flowers, Lily found the second dragon corpse.
As the strongest legendary assassin in the Brotherhood, the battle-hardened One-Punch Dragon Lady, the founder of the Dragon Clan's Assassination Fist, she almost vomited when she saw the dragon corpse.
Rather than calling it a dragon corpse, it was more like some kind of deformed, swollen, and disgusting mutated corpse. Purple rotting bodies had crawled all over the body, and purple transparent objects that looked like eggs were densely covered on the dragon scales. The majestic and ferocious dragon head was deformed by the growing mutated tissues, and its forelimbs were swollen. The skeleton of its wings grew bone spurs wantonly, and the surface of the dragon wings glowed with an evil purple light.
The dead monster lay on the ground, and its purple blood formed a stream. This scene could no longer be defined as the ” death of a dragon ” because the death of a dragon was tragic and desolate, but it had a hint of the beauty of returning to fate. The dragon corpse was so ugly that it made one vomit. In the entire history of the world, there had never been such an evil thing.
The previous Mad Dragon, Ochwil, had also been visibly corroded by the mysterious elements, but he still maintained his dragon form, dignity, bearing, and pride. However, this one could no longer be called a dragon.
It was once the overlord of the sky, a great dragon that stood at the top of the world's food chain.
But he died in such a way.
Lily's face was pale, and her body swayed slightly. She covered her mouth subconsciously.
Ever since she joined Brotherhood and started taking orders and delivering packages, she had actually gotten used to seeing corpses.
There were those whose hearts were shattered with a single punch and their bodies were fine. There were those whose backs were shattered with a single punch and their bodies were sent flying forward. There were those whose bodies were completely fine with a single punch and died that night…She had delivered all kinds of packages. Cracked, disgusting, soft, muddy, human corpses, elf corpses, dwarf corpses, and even dragon corpses. There was no difference.
In her eyes, it was just a pile of meat, living meat and dead meat.
But this was different.
Dragons should not die in such a manner.
In other words, no creature should die like this.
“Are you alright?” Kant walked forward and said,” Do you want me to help it look more presentable?”
After defeating the mad dragon, Ochwil, Kant had used the power of the Fire Stealer to disintegrate the aberrant and rich body of the mysterious elements in the dragon's body. Not only did he restore the dying dragon's consciousness, but he had also restored its broken body to normal. Now that the dragon was dead, he could die with some dignity.
Lily glanced at Kant and moved closer to him. Then she turned her head back and looked at the swollen dragon corpse on the ground.” Sorry to trouble you.” She whispered.
Kant nodded.
He was not only acting as an embalmer to appease and take care of Lily's mood, but also to restore the dragon to its original state. He could also determine the cause of its death and what happened to it before it died.
With his current appearance, nothing could be seen.
“Go and see where it came from,”he said.
There were no signs of battle in the surroundings. If this dragon was killed by an external force, then the battlefield must not be here. Otherwise, this beautiful blue forest would have been completely destroyed.
Lily nodded gently, a trace of gratitude flashing in her eyes. This guy was sometimes surprisingly attentive and considerate, and sometimes… What a strange fellow.
Her eyes shone with the light of a silver dragon as she scanned her surroundings and walked around.
Kant carefully approached the swollen dragon's body on the ground.
He remembered the bull in Tristram.
Lily was not the only one who felt disgusted by the corpse, so was he. The swollen and twisted body parts were needless to say, and the purplish, egg-like vegetation on the dragon scales was still trembling slightly. Occasionally, it would burst. Combined with the sound effects, it was very dirty and was enough to kill Miko.
If this thing was recorded, it could directly be used as material for a horror movie.
Kant extended his hand and lifted a huge piece of soil from the ground, covering the cleanest part of the corpse. His mental power penetrated the soil and slowly sank into the dragon's body.
” The corrosive energy has already spread throughout his entire body. It exists in almost every inch of his flesh.”
Kant frowned when he scanned the area with his spiritual power. The scale of the infection and mutation was extremely severe, far exceeding the one in Orcheville. Most of the dragon's flesh and tissues had been completely mutated. There was no way to separate them because they had already fused with the mysterious elements.
If he forcefully extracted it with the power of the Fire Stealer, he estimated that only one-tenth of the meat would be left.
Kant was in a dilemma. He turned around and looked for Lily.
In the next moment, a swollen and distorted face appeared in front of him.
Turn around and kill.
The face was completely deformed. One of his eyes was big and the other was small, and purple blood vessels were spreading all over it. One of his eyes was wide open, and purple mucus was slowly dripping down from the broken eye socket. His mouth was wide open, revealing terrifying gums and deformed teeth, as if he was howling. It was as if there was something alive surging in the depths of his throat. His left arm had also completely expanded, opening up the broken armguard. It was like a giant's foot, pressing on the ground, and his back was hunched and protruding. It was like a camel's hump that was still expanding.
Kant's breathing stopped and his body tensed up.
In the next moment, the tip of the spear pierced out from the opened mouth. The sharp blade was pierced by a twisted living tissue that was still struggling. The distorted and distorted human body instantly stiffened and then slowly fell to the ground. A trace of relief and sigh flashed in its crazy and painful eyes. The spear tip was pulled out, and the mutated body fell to the ground.
The figure behind him was revealed.
The figure holding the war flag stood proudly in the surrounding dark underground space like the sun that illuminated everything. It emitted light and heat to the surroundings at all times, inspiring the living and allowing the dead to rest in peace.
The tattered red cape swayed gently. The armor, which was once bound to be extremely dazzling, was now covered in scratches. Purple light flowed through the lines of corrosion on the armor, shining with complex runes. Kant had never seen such armor on the continent. It was beautiful and simple, and it even had an inexplicable sci-fi feel to it.
That person's face was also hidden behind the thick helmet.
But Kant still recognized her at a glance.
It was the flag bearer who led the long team through the underground world.
He looked around. The blue and beautiful crystal scenery had disappeared. Ah Xing and Lily were gone. Even Horus was not there. The time gap had appeared again.
Unknowingly, he triggered the space-time flashback again.
Light danced wildly around him, and blade lights crisscrossed.
The flag bearer, whose name and face were unknown, turned a blind eye to Kant. She could not see it in the first place, so who would have thought that two individuals who had been separated by countless years could interact in such a way? She looked at the aberrations she had killed and raised her left hand. She tapped her chest lightly and nodded gently.
Then, he waved the battle flag in his hand and walked towards another place.
Surrounding her were warriors dressed in the same way as her. Everyone's armor was similar in style, but the details were different. The most common thing was that their armor was etched with purple light flowing around it. Where the light gathered, purple crystals shone, providing powerful energy like hearts.
This energy turned into wind, fire, lightning, frost, stone, water, and light. It also turned into the blazing light blades of the swords, axes, and spears in his hands, fighting fiercely with the attackers in the darkness.
Kant could see their enemy. His eyes were bloodshot and his body was shrouded in a black aura. It was the Ethereals he had seen before, the black beasts from the Saint Seal Islands.
However, these black beasts were much stronger than the ones on the island. They were as swift as the wind, and their claws and teeth tore through the air. They could even flash in the shadows and spit out fatal light waves. There were also larger, more cunning, and cruel black beasts. Some were like snakes, while others were like agile and bloodthirsty dwarves. They had different abilities, and they were all extremely powerful. It seemed that the Saint Seal Islands had also suppressed the abilities of the black beasts.
If they had such skills on the island, Kant would have been buried on the first day he arrived.
Black beast, Ethereal.
Behind the curtain.
Doomsday Sound.
It was precisely because of the time flashback phenomenon that he had witnessed his old friends that it was the last straw that broke Kant's defenses. He had been suspicious these days, suspecting that he was being manipulated and guided by the Sound of Doomsday. Step by step, he was walking towards the script he had drawn. The curse of the Fire Stealer had a predestined air to it. No matter what he did, what he encountered, or what he decided, it would be related to his damn identity.
Just like now.
It was only a matter of the Dragon's Oath with Lily, the disappearance of the dragon envoy, the discovery of a new substance, and in the end, it was still a matter of the Fire Stealer and the Doomsday Curtain.
Kant sneered and looked around.
Warriors fell under the claws and teeth of the black beasts. Although they were well-trained and formed a formation to resist, the Ethereals came from all directions. The dancing ink spread in the void, which was the portal of space. The black beasts emerged from it, charging, biting, attacking, front, back, above, below.
Kant watched as the flag-wielding woman moved like a whirlwind. She held the flag in her left hand and a sword in her right. She slashed and killed Ethereals one after another as if she was never tired. She fought, and her body shone like a ray of light. The biggest difference between her and her companions was that she rarely used the power of the mysterious elements.
The Fire Stealer adjusted his breathing and witnessed the tragic battle that had happened countless years ago.
No one knew about this battle. Other than themselves, no one knew why they had come here and why they had risked their lives to fight here…No one remembered, no one knew.
He saw people falling one after another.
Just as one of the defensive lines was about to collapse, a warrior roared as he gripped his weapon. The purple light suddenly blazed, and then he exploded with a power that was dozens of times stronger than before. His figure spun like a meat grinder as he charged forward. Every attack was swift, powerful, and ferocious, as if he wanted to tear space apart.
The ferocious and powerful black beasts were cut down like wooden stakes under such an attack. This massacre lasted for dozens of seconds, clearing a large area. The light soon faded, and the warrior staggered back.
The Warriors in the back row silently pushed him to the back.
The warrior who had unleashed his full power and shocked everyone with that single strike stood behind him.
Although the front line was urgent and his comrades were still fighting to the death, this brave man who had just made a great contribution turned a blind eye and had no intention of helping.
He stood on the spot for a while before slowly moving his feet.
The woman holding the flag also left the battlefield. She stood there and looked at him.
The warrior slowly half-knelt in front of her.
Amidst the chaos of angry roars, roars, and screams, the voices were barely audible. The two seemed to be talking, but Kant could not understand their words. He only saw the woman raise the flag, and the sharp blade cut through the air and pierced the warrior's heart.
The other party raised his head with great effort, glanced at the silent flag bearer, and fell to the ground.
The woman withdrew her spear and raised her hand. She tapped her breastplate lightly and bowed.
Kant's pupils constricted at the sight.
He quickly turned his head and looked at the swollen monster that had given him a space-time turn back attack. The other party was deformed like an alien, causing a huge psychological trauma to him. Now, when he looked back, he saw the broken armor fragments on the body that had not yet transformed. They were clearly the same material and shape.
For some reason, he walked forward, towards the spot where the warrior had fallen.
The woman had already charged into the battlefield again with the flag in her hand. Only the body of the warrior was lying on the ground, looking up at the high dome. There was no sky, no sunlight, and no one knew that he had died.
From the hole where the spear tip had pierced through, through the gap in the visor, he saw the rolling purple flesh and blood, as well as the details of the face that had begun to swell and transform. He thought of the swollen face from before.
Purple light danced wildly around them. The warriors roared, casting spells and waving their weapons. The power of the mysterious elements was used, turning into spears and lightning, killing the ferocious monsters one by one.
They were all using it.
They were all wearing thick armor that covered their faces.
They risked their lives to protect their companions, protect the front lines, and fight unyieldingly.
Kant suddenly felt a chill run down his spine when he saw this.
There was no safe way to use the mystical elements.
They were all drinking poison and accepting gifts from demons.
Why did he come here? Why was he being chased by the Ethereals? Why was he still fighting to the death?
These monsters…
Perhaps they were all monsters.
P.S. 1: It's all messed up… She had felt that something was not right at the end of last year. She had originally wanted to go out and relax this year, but who knew that she would encounter such a thing? She felt really terrible now. She did not know what she was doing every day…
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