A dark, "viscous" non-physical substance spurted out from the wound where the dagger penetrated the body.
The largest amount of black material erupted from the body of the official knight of Severtan. At the same time, because he was the closest, these black materials directly covered the entire group of soldiers who came down to check.
"!" Kevin's reaction was not unpleasant. Allowing him to get close was a strategy set up to lure the knights of Severntan into taking the bait. After noticing the abnormal behavior of the official knight who was stabbed into the body by a sword, he immediately He chose to retreat quickly.
But the distance was too close. The official knights of Severtan had shortened the distance to just the length of a long sword at the cost of their lives. It was already destined that this sudden outbreak was impossible for them to avoid.
The moment these jet-black non-entity entities burst out from the wounds on the official knight's body, they began to spontaneously jump towards all the surrounding soldiers.
The speed was extremely fast, and at close range, only a few soldiers had time to raise their shields to try to block this very ominous-looking substance.
However, these black substances completely ignored the shield and did not interact with the shield at all. The target was clear. The target of these black substances was these soldiers.
More or less, after a short period of time, all the soldiers at the Sighing Canyon outpost who came down to check on the Night Walkers were exposed to part of their bodies by this black substance.
When these black substances touch the body, they melt in without any delay and disappear into the body of the person being touched.
And the next moment, "Plop...", the body fell onto the ash-filled camp ground without any warning, raising a cloud of flying black ash.
"Uh..." Kevin held his forehead and took a few steps forward with difficulty. He knew that this thing was a mental attack.
The imprint left on the "Darkness of the Sky" to "resist" the spiritual pollution of the void is about to move in his soul, and the sharp pain like a needle prick on his forehead also illustrates the nature of what he is struggling to resist at the moment. Why.
As a member of the Night Blade, he has stronger willpower than ordinary soldiers.
The black substance that entered his body only made his thinking chaotic at the moment, and he was in a trance and in pain, but he had not yet suffered a mental breakdown like the soldiers next to him.
"Ms. Night..." He struggled to say the name of the god he believed in in his new life, and his increasingly stinging spirit tried his best to bring the next prayer to his mouth.
"I..." At this moment, the black substance produced by other night walkers inserting daggers into their bodies also began to reach the vicinity of these soldiers.
After contacting Kevin, the only one who had not yet fallen, he merged into his body and began to continue destroying his soul.
His vision began to blur, and dark shadows covered the scenery that should have been bright due to dark night vision.
"Please..." The mental sting gradually stopped getting worse after reaching a certain limit, and turned into a weird numbness and sleepiness.
"Design..." His lips trembled as he spat out the last syllable, his heavy eyelids suddenly closed, and his solid body fell to the ground full of ashes like other soldiers.
Aleister's Wall of Sighs Outpost fell into a deathly silence, without the sound of any living beings. The smoldering fire gradually extinguished after the combustible material was exhausted. The sparks no longer flew, leaving only darkness and Dead silence.
After a long time, the sound of horse hooves in the distance broke the dead silence.
…
At the Aleister Frontline Field Medical Center, a soldier dressed as a healer was reporting the situation to a tall and burly commander, who was heavily armored and had a blazing fire emblem engraved on his back.
"General Black, more than thirty soldiers on duty have been confirmed dead. The cause of death was soul disintegration. The source of these attacks is currently uncertain and the principles are being analyzed. But it is certain that these people must have suffered extremely severe mental shock before their death. , you can see for yourself the expressions on their corpses.”
The healer with dark circles under his eyes walked to a table covered with white cloth behind Blackburn, the frontline commander of Arestle's army, and spoke calmly.
He casually lifted off the white cloth on the table, revealing the bodies of two soldiers who were relatively well preserved and had not been disfigured by the remaining fire.
"Well, these people must have faced great fear during their lives, and this fear beyond limits was the reason for their death."
This frontline commander, known as the Fire Attaché and possessing the strength of a great knight, glanced at the terrifying faces of those soldiers and made a judgment.
The faces of these soldiers were abnormally distorted. Their expressions seemed to be facing something that made their souls tremble with fear. The eyebrows and some muscles were twisted due to excessive force, causing the skin to tear open and blood leaking out. At the same time, it left hideous wounds.
The horrifying expression and the tragic situation will make those who watch it feel instinctively uncomfortable, but for Blackburn, a knight who has experienced many battles, this is nothing.
"The bastards of Severtan want to go to war, so let's fight. Do they really think that the situation is the same as it was hundreds of years ago, that they can win the war with their momentum and bravery?"
"The resources of that bitter cold land, coupled with the magic and alchemy technology that has not made breakthroughs for many years, determine that they cannot defeat us. Since they are the first to provoke a decisive battle, let Seventan completely withdraw from this continent. stage."
Fire Attaché, Blackburn's deep and majestic voice sounded, and the confidence and momentum contained in it were not something ordinary people could possess.
"Let the Ministry of Ordnance and Industry coordinate three standard troops to go to the front line to build the fortifications first. Remember to send a team of military mages who are good at earth magic to follow to speed up the progress." The order came from Black's mouth.
"yes!"
His subordinates who had been waiting for a long time in the camp quickly accepted the order and left the camp to convey Black's order.
Blake turned his attention back to the healer who had unusually obvious dark circles, "What about Kevin? I remember that he is a member of the Night Blade. He should not die. His current condition should be dementia or coma. Can he be diagnosed from his condition? Did you get some extra news from me?"
"The situation of Captain Kevin is quite special at the moment. He is not dead and is currently in a coma. However, it is worth noting that there are no traces of erosion on his body like other soldiers, and the "Darkness of the Sky" is not imprinted on his soul. Not triggered.”
"His current state is very strange. Rather than being corroded and having his soul collapsed, it is more like he is having a nightmare. The reason why he is still in a coma is more like him not wanting to wake up."
The healer took out the small book he had kept under his arm and looked at it, confirming the military doctors' judgment on Kevin's condition, who was still in a coma.
"Well... take me over there and take a look." When Blake heard what the healer said, he paused briefly, and then asked him to take him over to check on Kevin's condition.
The healer took Blake to the inside of the camp, which was a more important place for treatment. The various equipment and the like were more sophisticated and expensive than outside, and ordinary people could not enter.
However, for Blackburn, the healer who is the director of this field medical center and the military commander, these regulations restricting entry are meaningless.
On a hospital bed near the innermost room made of solid rock made by an earth mage, Kevin's body lay, and next to him was a series of alchemical equipment.
The doctors nearby were adjusting the operation of these alchemy equipment, collecting and analyzing Kevin's current status.
"The results of various tests now show that there is no problem with Kevin's soul or physical condition at this moment. He just doesn't want to wake up at this time."
The healer raised his hand and pointed to Blake the thing displayed on the alchemy instrument next to him. This was the detected data.
Blake glanced at the transparent alchemy reagent bottle with strange colors on the instrument, using different color differences to represent different data, and turned his head. He didn't understand this.
Focusing on Kevin, Kevin's eyes were closed tightly, a look of pain appeared on his face, and a lot of sweat was flowing out, soaking several pieces of the towel the doctors gave him.
"His "Heaven's Darkness" imprint is not broken?"
Blackburn looked at Kevin, who still hadn't woken up and seemed to be stuck in a nightmare. His face was in pain because of his bad dream and his body was trembling slightly. He checked again with the healer next to him.
"No, his mark is complete and there is no problem." The healer confirmed.
"Can you forcefully wake him up...if he is just dreaming."
Blake walked up to Kevin's body, took out a sharp dagger from his waist, and with a slight force, the blade penetrated Kevin's shoulder. Blood immediately gurgled out from the puncture point, but Kevin still had his eyes open. He closed his eyes tightly and did not react to the wound.
"No, you can't wake up a person who is pretending to sleep. His current state is that his body refuses to accept all information from the outside world and has closed himself off."
The healer shook his head slightly, walked to Kevin's shoulder where a wound had been cut, and applied a powerful healing spell to him to stop the bleeding from the wound that Blake had stabbed casually, and slowly healed it.
"You can either wait for him to finish the nightmare on his own, or use drugs to directly stimulate him to wake up. But because of his physical condition as a formal knight, the drugs usually used to stimulate ordinary soldiers will not work on him. , it will require a large amount of medicine or medicine with more powerful effects, which will cause irreversible damage to him."
Finally, the healer made an addition.
"It doesn't matter, just use it, the information he knows is more important." Blake said casually, not paying attention to the so-called irreversible damage.
"Okay." The healer sighed inaudibly, then turned around and planned to walk out of the room to get the medicine.
But at this moment, Kevin's body, which had been unresponsive to any stimulation, began to tremble greatly, and the iron bed vibrated continuously. His hand also touched his waist, where he Where the sword is.
"No! Stop!" A sudden roar came from Kevin's mouth, and his body suddenly jumped up from the bed like a spring.
The hand that touched the sword firmly grasped the long sword at his waist and slashed with all his strength. The target was the non-existent enemy.
"Ding! Click!" The long sword in Kevin's hand collided with another thicker long sword in the air, causing sparks to fly and making a harsh buzzing sound.
In an instant, the sword blade that Kevin swung out quickly broke into two pieces in the middle, but the thick long sword that stopped him did not move at all.
"Are you awake? What do you want to do?" Blake's deep and majestic voice reached Kevin's ears, causing Kevin, who had just woken up from the "nightmare" and still didn't respond to what had happened, to quickly find his mind. Lost consciousness.
"I..." Looking at the broken long sword in his hand and the drawn blade of "Fire Attaché", Kevin didn't know what to say for a moment. Did he try to attack Commander Blackburn just now?
"Okay, it doesn't matter what you were doing just now. Just wake up. I'm asking you a question. Don't hide it. Answer me. Don't try to deceive me." Blake put the long sword in his hand back to his waist.
"Yes." Kevin had just woken up from the "nightmare". At this moment, after being frightened by Xinyi, he completely followed Chief Black's request based on habit and instinct.
"You encountered a mental attack. How did you resist these mental attacks?" Blake looked at Kevin's eyes with an inexplicable expression and an amazingly oppressive force.
"It's...a new method of dealing with mental pollution within Night Blade, called the "Prayer Communication Network."
Kevin was stunned for a moment, and then recalled what he had done in the end, praying to Lady Night and connecting to the prayer communication network mentioned by the Night Blade of the Royal City.
"Prayer communication network? It has something to do with faith. Which god is it?
"I don't remember that the Night Blade has such a thing in its belief in the God of Light."
Blackburn's tone remained serious, questioning Kevin's ideas.
"This is a new god whom the Blade of the Night believes in, Lady of the Night. There is a registered church in the royal city. This is a new divine art."
Kevin explained that the prayer communication network is not a secret among members of the Blade of Night and to the outside world, but they only know that this thing is related to the new god of faith, Lady of the Night, and they do not know who the creator is?
"Ms. Night..., I understand, you told my subordinates all the information before you fell into coma, and then prepare for the next war."
Blake arranged what Kevin would do next, turned around and walked out of the camp.
"Yes" Kevin responded with a salute.
The healer suddenly came over and patted Kevin on the shoulder. His face was covered by a special cloth, and a look of regret flashed in his only exposed eyes.
"What?" Kevin was a little stunned, not understanding what the healer meant.
"It's nothing, let's get treatment first."
…
Blackburn was walking in the military camp and turned into one of the tents. Inside, a guy dressed as a civilian was processing intelligence.
"Inform the Royal City to check the "Prayer Communication Network" inside the Blade of Night, as well as Lady Night's faith, and the creator of the "Prayer Communication Network"."
