Fairy’s Box

Unable to resist, Derek directly landed on his face, and he couldn't resist the pain without screaming. After regaining his sense of touch, he suddenly felt something soft on his face, and the inside of his mouth and nose was filled with a sticky stench.

The young man opened his eyes to a gap, a rotten eyeball half-buried by the mud, staring straight at him, and a few plump live maggots poking out of the whites of his eyes, nodding friendly to him.

The white and fat live maggots were obviously fine enough that they would give the other party a lot of stimulation. They continued to wriggle and sway unconsciously, and even playfully fiddled with Derek's eyelashes.

This move made the young man completely collapse. He controlled his mouth with his remaining rationality, tried to stop himself from screaming, and, like the little maggot in front of him, desperately twisted and struggled, trying to stay away from the rotten eyeball.

Old Hank felt that his cheap son was struggling violently, and had to increase his strength, holding Derek firmly in place, and at the same time raised his head slightly, observing everything in front of him through the bushes and leaves.

The rustling around was getting louder and denser, as if some behemoth was approaching.

The main forest was moving, the branches and leaves were shaken off, and between the huge trunks, a huge body with rough skin and a bloated body appeared in front of him.

The gigantic creature looked ten feet tall, taller than an upright brown bear, and had a waist more than twice the size of the giant trees around it. The skin is covered with rough folds, and the body color is covered with dirt. On the round ugly head, there is a huge eyeball, which occupies a third of the entire face.

Cyclops... There are actually living Cyclops in the primeval forest, and they seem to be a small tribe.

When the old tomb robber watched a group of Cyclops walk out of the forest with thick wooden sticks separated by many branches and leaves, his heart suddenly jumped.

Cyclops is a kind of creature between humans and monsters, belonging to the ancient demihumans.

Long before the "Era of Goblins", Antrazu occupied a large amount of territory and competed with human ancestors in an all-round way. This era is called "The Millennium War Era" by contemporary Roservian scholars.

Subhumans are slightly inferior in intelligence, and their physical strength is far superior to that of human ancestors, so they have an advantage in the early stage, and even extinct humans several times.

However, due to their superior physical endowments, they are too superstitious about the power of primitive savagery, so they lack the consciousness of recording history and passing on knowledge, and most of them have not even formed their own grammar.

This way of life did not matter in the early days, but after a dozen generations, the ills of primitive barbarism will be fully exposed.

The loss of force, knowledge, and technical reserves is still the most superficial phenomenon.

The real evil lies in the lack of history and grammar, which makes the demi-humans have no cohesion and can only continue in the form of tribes, unable to form a higher organizational form.

The human beings who are good at recording and inheriting, however, learn from the historical background and grow continuously. On the one hand, they rely on grammar to move towards a higher organizational form, and on the other hand, they rely on words to accumulate war experience.

When human beings completed the transition from tribe to country, and systematically sorted out the way of igniting the fire of life, and recorded the inheritance in the form of words, the balance of war was completely tilted.

The peak state of the fire of life during the "Millennium War" is a quasi-natural disaster based on the current level.

However, the high-end combat power of the subhumans is one less dead, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate another one. However, the human quasi-natural disasters have rapidly increased by systematic training, and finally they are completely suppressed in number.

In the end, the "Millennium War" ended with the complete defeat of the demi-human race. In the face of a powerful enemy who could threaten its own status and possess a desire for revenge, human ancestors naturally would not have a trace of tolerance for the de-human race.

Before the advent of the "goblin age", they unswervingly carried out genocide plans against demihumans, the cleansing of land by land, the massacre of tribe by tribe, so that the latter almost disappeared in Anterazu.

These sages can be said to be the saviors and continuation of human civilization, if at that time they had even a little sympathy for the demihumans. Then, after the advent of the "Fairy Age", in order to maintain their detached status, the fairies who had overwhelming power at that time would inevitably support demi-humans to carry out one after another proxy war against humans.

Until both of them exhausted their vitality and could no longer compete with them, they obediently became servants of the fairies.

At that time, there will naturally be no splendid "Age of Magical Miracles", nor will there be a "Glorious Torch Era" in which all human beings rise in an all-round way, and naturally there will not be a "Golden Imperial Book" that makes all the goblin lords lose their dignity.

Even in the "magic miracle age" where fairies can directly intervene in the material world, human beings accept mediation on the surface, and the strangulation of demi-humans has never stopped, not to mention the glorious era when human beings are fully rising and in a dominant position. .

Of course, if there are only one or two wild ones, then people are very happy to keep them in the nature reserve like cherishing animals, and keep sending supplies to show their equality and fraternity.

But once the tribe-organized demi-humans appeared, the rulers couldn't help but recall the "Millennium War Era" when the blood flowed and the human race was almost wiped out.

How should I put it, rather than freedom and equality, it would be wiser to nip the threat in the bud—death demihumans are good demihumans.

Therefore, if you find a demi-race organized by tribes in the wild, it is almost a fortune of picking up a treasure. As long as you can report this information, you will be rich.

Old Hank has a lot of savings, so he has no idea about bounties, but he cares more about another reward for providing demi-human intelligence-the ability to avoid all guilt except for treason.

The Highland Kingdom has this rule, and the Rosevian Empire has this rule too. Although the two nations are mortal enemies and feuds for thousands of years, compared with the demi-human race, it can only be regarded as a struggle within their own people.

The old tomb robber just picked up a cheap son, and he has to "nurture him into a talent" anyway, and he has to watch the other party pass on his surname, so why would he want to go to jail?

"As long as I can get a little bit of Cyclops' body hair or molt as evidence, I can get off my guilt!" Old Hank lowered his breathing rate to a minimum, and his eyes gleamed as he thought.

The old tomb robber was lurking in delight, and was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. His eyes turned to the source of the sound, and he was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him—the sun penetrated the dense branches and leaves, and the radiance fell on the earth, but the eroded and damp ground in front of him was stunned. Devouring the sunlight, a cloud of gray-black bubbles swelled.

Those cyclops carrying thick wooden sticks suddenly knelt down in the direction of the black land and raised their arms high towards the strange land that devoured the sun. Their ugly faces were frenzied, and their tawny-fanged mouths opened and closed, purring indistinctly.

As the Cyclops began to worship, the entire forest gradually changed a little bit. The branches and leaves catered to the waving arms of the demihumans, and began to sway regularly and rhythmically.

In the main forest, all the branches and leaves swayed at the same time, shocking.

Those cyclops...are those cyclops worshipping their totems?

The old tomb robber opened his mouth wide and froze for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses. It felt very wrong. Not only did the black land not have the sacred feeling of totems at all, on the contrary, there was an indescribable evil.

Derek didn't struggle anymore. Compared with the two friendly fat maggots, the scene in front of him was even more strange and dangerous, so he had to be alert.

The strange rituals of the Cyclops did not last long, and after the last worship, their lined arms suddenly dropped. And stood up slowly from the muddy ground, with a bloated expression, and the skin set off a wave of folds with the movement of getting up.

Then they gathered together in twos and threes, walked cautiously to the black soil, bent down and pulled the heavy body on the muddy surface.

Before the two could figure out what they were doing, they saw a Cyclops digging up the mud not far away, and pulled out a piece of things from under the smelly mud.

This is a thick brown tentacle. After being pulled out of the soil by the Cyclops, it was still struggling with convulsions in its hands. The torn wound swelled with mucus, and when it dripped on the ground, a burst of gray bubbles appeared.

After digging out the tentacles, the Cyclops were all very happy, clapping their palms and murmured for nothing, and then walked around to the iron pot where the soup was boiling.

Gugu's blood was tumbling in the large iron pot, mixed with the epidermis, hair, and organs of various animals. After the fat and sticky tentacles were thrown into the blood, a pungent **** smell suddenly rose to the sky.

Not far away, old Hank and Derek were so smoked that they almost vomited, and they held their noses by pinching their noses.

The blood boiled for only half a minute, and the Cyclops who only found the tentacle stretched out his palm and couldn't wait to fish out the tentacle. Immediately afterwards, the Cyclops around it surrounded it, howling eagerly from its throat, and stretched out its thick and fat hands, hula-la in all directions, and chewed it in its mouth.

When it was clear that the Cyclops was eating a mass of brown tentacles, the old tomb robber quickly covered his exclamation in his mouth.

Seeing those cyclops tearing off their tentacles and chewing the brown meat with relish, he shivered with a chill all over his body, only to feel his stomach start to violently overturn.

"vomit……"

The old tomb robber held back, but his cheap son couldn't hold back, covering his mouth and spitting out a pile of undigested crushed jam.

The one-eyed people who were foraging were immediately startled, and turned around one after another, staring at the bushes with their huge gray-white and turbid eyeballs, and roaring violently and threateningly.

...

Highland Kingdom, underground palace.

Yale sat quietly in the dark, using the mountains of ice around him to soothe his boiling blood—his skin was cold and constant temperature, and there seemed to be a fire burning silently in his body.

Countless pictures of flowing lava and poisonous gas were reflected in his eyes, the smell of fiery sulphur in his nose, and countless overlapping screams echoed in his ears.

The "Lord of Fear" no longer erodes his consciousness all the time. "He" creates a series of projections of **** to demonstrate to his fragile personality by torturing his senses.

So far, the black-haired knight can still maintain himself, but he knows that the pain has just begun, and the greater torment is still in the later stage, and that it will end sooner or later.

The only way to defeat the "Lord of Fear" is to be one with God. However, how to solidify one's own personality is a problem that varies from person to person. At least, there are not many origin knights who can do this.

Yale is a good reader, but there are very few works in this area. Even the most precious Dou Qi Secret Tome can't do anything about the erosion of deification.

The black-haired knight took a breath of icy air, but the hot blood in his body had been boiling for a long time. He tried to condense his spirit to the star gate, thereby avoiding the senses of his body and recovering a little energy.

However, the feeling this time was completely different from before. The ubiquitous screams were suddenly pulled away, and the burning sensation in the body suddenly disappeared. This space seemed to be emptied in an instant, except for the silence and darkness. , as if nothing existed.

In the darkness, in the deepest darkness, a pair of eyes like burning liquid magma were peeping coldly at him from the deepest part of his soul.

"Obey me, obey my leadership, and all pain will disappear." A voice suddenly told him.

"..."

Yale responded with a mental shock.

At this moment, the black-haired knight's eyes went dark, and then he found himself in a cold cell, and there was an uninterrupted voice coming from his ears, strange and distorted, like countless people wailing and crying. ,

The stone slabs on the surrounding walls were stained with blood, and the prisoners scratched and left finger marks, and the unspeakable mourning in his ears kept coming, becoming clearer and clearer.

Yale knew that this was an illusion, but he didn't expect the "King of Fear" to be able to weave such a real illusion in an instant. It was simply... comparable to the Lord of Lies.

He tried to move his body, but found himself bound by the iron chain on the bracket, struggling violently, suddenly only heard a "squeak", and a rusty iron door in front suddenly opened.

A strong smell of blood came from his nostrils, choking the black-haired knight unable to breathe for a while.

Inside the dark iron gate, a person Shi Shiran walked out, hehe smiled.

The moment the black-haired knight saw the other party, he was instantly furious. The familiar purple-haired kelp floated in the air, making him have the urge to stretch out his hand and tear it off.

"Long time no see..."

Maqiri walked in front of Yale, with a very gentlemanly pursed smile, his eyes stared at the row of torture instruments on the right, he reached out and took a sharp through-bone nail, and turned it nimbly at his fingertips:

"I didn't expect you to fall into my hands one day. What an unexpected reunion."

Saying that, he squatted down, placed the bone-penetrating nail on the black-haired knight's knee, pinpointed the gap between the joints, and punched the entire nail into Yale's knee.

"Destroy your proud and strong body, this is the first link of the game." Maqiri licked his lips with a smile, and raised another bone nail:

"And I also have enough patience to let you know what life is better than death."