When the last collision sounded.
The wind blowing low and quiet brought with it a hint of fishy sweetness.
The red and white mixture penetrates into the soil, dyeing the fine stones beautifully.
No stopping, motionless.
Lin An and Zhang Tie just stood there, watching the death of the last person.
It's not that he's so cold-blooded that he turns a blind eye, nor is he unwilling to take action.
But after seeing the first dead man, both of them felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity in their hearts.
It's useless to take action.
They simply can't do it, and they can't stop this group of people from "going to death."
Like a broken machine, the only way you can stop it is to cut off the power supply.
However, people will only stop when they die.
Even if their limbs are broken, even if they are forcibly separated and thrown into the mountains or into the sea.
No doubt about it.
These people will crawl, struggle, and squirm back here.
Then numbly, repeat all this.
"Team Lin...why are they doing this..."
"Move! As long as you stagger a little, you won't die!"
"Crazy! What a bunch of crazy people!!"
I don’t know how many times I have asked this question.
Zhang Tie stared. He stared at the man at his feet.
His forehead was as sunken as a bowl for eating.
The back of his head was smashed to pieces, like a crushed can.
When these people kowtow to the ground, they don't use so much force.
But if the head does not touch the ground.
They just tried their best, using all their strength, to smash their heads down crazily.
Seize the ground with your head!
It was as if as long as they exerted force, they could smash everything in their way, knock them to the ground, and complete a whole set of rituals.
first.
Lin An did not answer Zhang Tie's question for a long time.
He also couldn't understand it.
Only vaguely, he guessed the meaning behind the behavior of this group of people.
This group of people.
It's like a programmed machine.
No matter what kind of external factors you encounter, you will not change your behavior.
standard. Fixed and rigid.
The body must be crawling and rubbing.
The hands must be raised above the head.
The head must touch the ground.
Even the direction of travel is determined.
They are turning themselves into machines, abandoning all emotion and reason.
In this way...
Pursuing... "eternal change"?
For some reason, a trace of absurdity flashed through Lin An's heart.
He seemed to know how ascetics obtained power.
Cycle, steadfastness, faith, the mystery of Shesha...
All clues point to time.
It's just that he currently lacks other information to verify his ideas.
After exhaling, Lin An looked deeply at the corpse on the ground with complicated eyes.
"Let's go to Daxia Royal City."
"Maybe there we can get the answer."
Zhang Tie opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Just watching Lin An turn around and take steps without hesitation, he finally chose to remain silent.
...
Speed up.
The bodies lying on the ground were left behind.
As we get closer to the center, the population becomes less sparse.
Large areas of farmland are connected together, and ancient cities are dotted with stars.
Unlike before, there were only sporadic caravans.
While moving at high speed, Lin An felt several special auras coming from the city.
The master of the breath seems to be a real ascetic.
Whenever they pass by, the owner of those breaths will lock onto them.
But for some reason, it was just locked and did not attract anyone to stop it.
This group of strange existences are like old monks in meditation, staying silently in their own territory.
As I meet more people.
Xiong Hanzi's mood became increasingly heavy.
"Team Lin..."
"On the way, we met at least four to five million ascetics who were just like the crazy bunch before."
"Their direction is also the royal city..."
Lin An nodded slightly, not too surprised.
Along the way, they met a large number of ascetics, or ascetics.
It is hard to imagine that in an ancient setting and in an environment of fighting against monsters, there would be so many ascetics who were not engaged in production.
According to what he saw, there were everyone among these ascetics.
The seniors range from seventy or eighty-year-olds to children six or seven years old.
Women with mutilated limbs, blind eyes, and even pregnant women were among them.
As for these ascetic monks, the humans in this world seem to have great respect for them.
The routes of the ascetic monks all point to the vicinity of the royal city.
These people were like ants attracted by candy bars, constantly moving closer to the royal city.
It was as if it was a holy place.
There was a lot of food and drinking water scattered along the route.
Apparently, they were placed by the townspeople along the road.
It's just that these ascetic monks rarely eat, or eat very little. They only eat a little to survive.
The huge team gathered like a new ant colony.
Some groups of ascetic monks clashed with the other party, and the two groups collided with each other expressionlessly, or simply died there.
Along the way, Lin An found a lot of dried up corpses, all of which seemed to have been consumed alive in the same place.
If the route is wrong, you may encounter rivers or cliffs along the way.
These ascetics were like lemmings, lining up to jump off the cliff.
Broken corpses filled the foothills.
Numerous bones.
The woods below the cliff are extremely lush.
....
"Captain Lin, what on earth are blood corpses?"
"We have arrested so many people, but none of these damn people can tell us clearly."
Zhang Tie glanced at the newly captured official on the ground and asked in a loud voice.
After asking the question, the person was knocked unconscious and tied up.
These people they saw on the road seemed to be tax collectors collecting taxes.
The bloody corpses described by these people were much more detailed than those of the soldiers from Beijiang Town.
But it sounds a lot weirder.
The sergeants in Northern Xinjiang have never faced blood corpses head-on, but these tax collectors have dealt with blood corpses because they are closer to the border battlefield.
From their mouths, Lin An also roughly knew the war situation in this secret world.
The human side, that is, the Daxia Dynasty, maintained its defense line outside the country's gate, at the border of the royal city.
At the border of the battlefield, blood corpses will attack at all times.
They are extremely powerful and terrifying in appearance.
Bright red all over.
Like a giant, living person with its skin peeled off.
And because it likes to eat people, all injured people will turn into the same monster, hence the name Blood Corpse.
But the strange thing is that the tax officials always mention repeatedly that these blood corpses will "sneak" into the territory and control many flying monsters.
It can even control flames.
"Maybe it's similar to a mutant, right?"
Lin An replied casually, unsure.
To be honest, he always felt that something was not quite right about the bloody corpse described by the tax man.
Control flying monsters, infiltrate, and control fire.
This is not the same as zombies...
Could it be some kind of special mutant? But an extremely large number? Do you still have some wisdom?
Lin An couldn't help but feel a little suspicious when looking at the image drawn based on the description given by the tax officer.
This kind of monster looks a bit like a licker.
The whole body is covered with exposed muscle tissue, and the body is huge.
Just without the giant claw.
So, is this the monster the mysterious ascetic is fighting against?
That makes sense.
Why did the Daxia Dynasty, which had the ability to reverse and was a third-level ascetic, fight with these monsters for hundreds of years?
If it were an ordinary zombie, it would have been dealt with long ago.
Look.
Blood corpse is very strong.
Compared to zombie mutants in the real world, they are not much weaker.
