The undead agent's arms kept waving. He was like a giant crow. Even though his chest muscles were extremely sore, he couldn't stop the weird dance of his limbs.
In order to counteract the influence of the Dionysian wedding, he had "transformed" himself in advance, but it had no effect at all. Crow Lord Horota's divine power seems to be affected by the miniature miracle here. Like a radio with poor reception, it cannot exert the true effect of hell transformation at all. There is only a slight underworld fire smoldering on his body. At most, it can only Let him retain a little sense of self in the midst of a completely crazy orgy.
Is that the end? The heart of the agent of the undead was beating wildly as if he didn't care whether he could survive in the future, but the eyes under the mask showed a trace of unwillingness.
Although the representative of the dead appears with a male voice and posture, in fact "he" is a female. She was the first person to walk out of Midnight Paradise. After that, a ruthless fate completely destroyed her life and caused the death of all her family members. Let her live on the street, encounter tragic misfortune, and contract a terrible disease...
She has been surviving hard against violent headwinds and developed nerves of steel that ordinary people cannot imagine. But even so, bad luck has never let her go, destroying her newly emerged hopes time and time again.
It wasn't until she realized that all this was related to her leaving Midnight Paradise, until she decided to rebel against fate and became a explorer, until she had to mortgage part of her soul to the gatekeeper of Hades, Crow Lord Horota, that she finally stopped. The "winter" of life that lasted for more than ten years...
Only then did she realize that it was not fate that was unfair to her. Her "good luck" and "hope" had been squeezed out of her hands and she didn't know who she gave them to...
And all this is just because she is not willing to sink in the midnight paradise forever.
In the frenzied dance that already foreshadowed death, she fell into confusion again.
She has always felt unwilling to accept her fate. It was her "unwillingness" that allowed her to reach this point in the unbearable life without ending her life.
However, it ended up like this in the end.
So is such "unwillingness" worth it?
Staring at the wildly dancing bonfire in front of her and her teammates who were also in frenzy around her, her vision became increasingly blurry.
Suddenly, she heard movement deep in the forest. She heard a muffled sound, the sound of a sharp sword piercing the air, followed by the roar of Dionysus, thunder and the cry of eagles...
There...what happened there? A wave of fear involuntarily arose in her heart.
Then, she felt the ground shake suddenly, and deep in the forest, there was fire rising in the direction of Dionysus, as if an explosion had occurred.
She felt something change in her heart...it was no longer a drunken ecstasy, but an uncontrollable anger!
anger!
Even the bonfire in front of her seemed to be stained with that kind of anger, as if someone had poured strong alcohol into the flames, and the enchanting and twisting tongues of fire seemed to turn into furious beasts, suddenly rising up and igniting the branches...
The flames seemed to ignite dry firewood and spread across the tree canopy. In a very short time, the forest was burning!
The wedding came to an abrupt end, and all the people jumping and dancing stopped.
The three explorers and Bill all sat down panting - they came to.
"What...what's going on?" Bill barely suppressed the creature in his body that was about to go berserk. The song and dance was over, but it was still excited, and its swollen skin was still trembling unnaturally.
"It's the Laughing Man..." Sleepless Midnight raised his head, the owl's mask was illuminated by the firelight, and he looked towards the center of the forest, "He attacked Phoebedis, and Dionysus was injured and became angry..."
"How did he get rid of that influence?!" Bill looked at the explorers in disbelief, but couldn't get the answer. They had all tasted the wine that was enough to make the gods drunk, and they couldn't imagine how they could wake up from such a dream.
The flames grew bigger and bigger, and the wedding guests began to run away in the flames. The agents discovered that the surrounding scenery had changed. They were not in the burning forest at the moment. The surrounding houses were being devoured by fire - they were in a city that was engulfed in flames.
"Where is this?" Faceless Midnight muttered in a low voice. He always felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar.
Amid the screams and cries of countless people, they passed through the oppressive heat wave, passed through the arrogant fire, and rushed towards the center of the city, where the Laughing Man and Dionysus were.
Soon, they rushed out of the city and saw a castle built on a hill. On the open terrace of the castle they saw Phoepides, the god of wine. At this moment, he was wearing a white robe, holding a seven-stringed harp, and singing something immersedly...
The melodious singing came from the hunting heat and the panicked shouts of people, and there was an extremely absurd sense of conflict.
"Nero..." Holy Night Executioner tightened his grip on the thick chain holding the steel coffin on his chest, blinking in disbelief, "He was once the tyrant Nero of Wem!"
Sleepless Midnight suddenly turned his head, looking at the familiar city behind him that was caught in a sea of fire, and then he realized where he was at the moment - the great city of Wem in the first century AD, a city that was caught in a sea of fire!
"According to legend, the arsonist of the Great Fire of Wim was the drunken Nero himself..." the executioner whispered. "In order to recreate the scenes of the Trojan War in the epic, he ordered people to set fires in many places in the city...
"This drunken lunatic watched his city burn while playing the harp and singing Homer's epic!"
On the terrace, the young and handsome face of Dionysus was illuminated by the raging fire, and his eyes were full of crazy flames! Behind him, the officials and guards lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything.
Phoepides can always be seen in all kinds of debauched and immoral stories that have emerged throughout history.
At this moment, in the city of Wym, the Colosseum is burning and the commercial street is destroyed; the shack where the slaves slept together was instantly ignited, and they died coughing violently in their sleep; the seaside arena where naval battles were staged It has also become the best fuel for flames. The dark sea reflects the crazy flames in the world...
Only the castle located on the high ground and guarded by the inner city wall had not had a single spark splash here. The inner city's palm trees swayed in the evening breeze. Everything here is watching the fire from the other side.
There is only one place in the lining, behind the figure of Bacchus playing the harp, there is something burning quietly like a torch...
The representative of the poor and the representative of the dead was hung in the air by the Wem soldiers like a martyr at this moment. The same flames that tortured the entire city were burning in him, as if he was the epitome of Wem City.
This ridiculous fire, which later displaced 200,000 people, was burning on the Laughing Man.
After Sean Dickinson woke up from the carnival, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Not because of the tongue of fire licking the skin, but because——
Thousands of years ago, the people were tortured and displaced due to the madness, greed and absurdity of the superiors; thousands of years later, the world is still the same.
Still no better.
The poor always endure everything silently, and resignation seems to be their only friend.
They can only let the rich, rulers, and superiors plunder everything they have, let them plunder, cannibalize, extract, break bones, and suck marrow...
Not even the last bit of hope is left.
The flames ignited the mask that was laughing wildly, and the smile seemed to be mocking the absurd world.
