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Chapter 131 0130: Looking Back at the Source of Fear

In the sunny village after the rain, the morning light is light, like the silence of a dazed person.

There were black shadows in Meng's mind, the cold ground was stimulating his back, the ghost image didn't seem to dissipate, all kinds of heavy burdens fell on his shoulders, and there were whispers in his ears...

The ice pick melted and the stored water dripped down, waking the spearman awake.

Meng shuddered and opened his eyes in pain.

The sun dazzled slightly, the boards were stretched with animal hides, and the damp felt proved a freezing rain that had just stopped...

He was often injured, so he immediately guessed that this was a temporary camp for resettlement.

I'm still alive?

"Yes, you're awake." Ken said, he could tell what this guy was thinking just by looking at his expression. "There are no old gods here."

He put his hands on his knees, leaning his back against the wall, and placed [Morning and Twilight] at his feet, against the mud bricks, emitting an awe-inspiring chill.

Meng didn't want to continue this topic.

He doesn't even want to live.

In the villages behind, the residents of Santon Kaya are rebuilding, and the victory of the defense does not mean the end.

The scouts didn't stop, and the soul crows flew all night.

According to intelligence, the Painted Ice Apostle has been encircled and suppressed. This kind of thing happens every season. The teams participating in the battle include: tribes near the ice port and several mercenaries.

But now, the enemy had all gathered on the plain where Kane had evacuated.

According to intelligence, the remaining team of the Painted Ice Apostles seems to have launched a final attack on Thornton Kaya after a short rest—including nearly a hundred heavy cavalry, broadaxe (hammer) infantry, steel spearmen, and icefall mages.

Ken looked towards the village.

The troops under his command are preparing for the war. The militiamen are clearing the trenches, the laborers are repairing the damaged walls, the village women are cleaning the blood with melted snow, and nearly half of all the containers in Santon Kaya are boiling fish oil...

Meng can vaguely feel that the battle is coming.

He closed his eyes, and the image of the werewolf echelon crossing the wall still flashed before his eyes, so he asked weakly, "How many did I kill?"

Meng was eager to know the record, hoping to get a number that would overwhelm his self-blame.

"Well, ten, or twenty."

Ken smiled and replied:

"Even more? But remember, this is not hunting wolves in the wilderness. What you killed was a monster mutated by the curse."

When he said this, the soldiers cleaning the battlefield all nodded in agreement.

Ken has a note. After comparing the values, he found that the weapons scrapped in this massacre far exceeded any previous crusade or hunting.

[Dawn and Twilight] is [Legend] quality.

It can be repaired automatically during the battle, unless it is irreparably damaged in an instant, it will not be easily broken.

Ken looked at Meng, and the blood bar displayed on the top of the opponent's head was barely more than half.

He tried several times, but he couldn't refill the experience points, just like when he met Kuima in the cave, this recovery ability is limited to the same person in a short period of time.

If the injury is too serious, there is no way to restore health instantly, and the rest will have to wait for a while, or take medicine to recuperate.

But when healing yourself, there is no such limitation.

Meng forced himself to sit up, covered his heavy head, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry..."

Ken raised his eyebrows, and Lowndes next to him blurted out: "Damn it."

Everyone has been together for so long, and no one has ever seen Meng humiliating, especially when he apologized from this guy's mouth. When you spread it to the team, others will wave their hands and say you are bragging!
Blindfolded with deep eyes, his tone was weak and sincere: "I went AWOL, and it was my fault that I finally broke through the wall. I should have stayed there."

Ken lost expression when he heard this.

The moment he broke into the gate of the village, he was able to guess the general passage.

The number of Thornton Kaya troops is too small. After making the most necessary arrangements, there is really no manpower to fill the vacancy. Accidents are inevitable.

If you have to pursue it, the responsibility lies with Zhan Jing himself.

Or, in other words, weak.

Ken looked into the distance silently, not knowing how to answer.

Meng heard the sigh of the battle flag, and his eyes became blurred. The curses he had heard while wandering in the wasteland for many years were not as heavy as this sigh.

"I knew it when I saw you in the dungeon."

Meng clenched his bandage-wrapped fist tightly, and the blood soaked out from between his fingers. He said:

"I'm not as strong as you, and I can't bear so many responsibilities. I once dreamed of being your right-hand man, but in fact, I have failed too many people and killed so many compatriots. I am neither worthy of trust , nor enough ability to kill the enemy..."

He roared uncontrollably, and the things in his heart that he had never poured out for many years burst out.

Fate would always relentlessly punish him, and under a series of blows, this child who was only about ten years old completely collapsed.

From howling to scratching his head and blaming himself, tears kept dripping down mixed with blood.

Ken felt an extremely heavy emotion in this crying, and he felt it very early—there was a kind of indifference from the world.

But at this moment, he really realized that the child's inner barb had already pierced into his heart, making him unable to breathe.

Meng covered his chest and coughed.

He began to scratch the floor tiles with his fingers, and his eyes were covered by heavy darkness. After crying and venting, the demon that had accompanied him for many years came again...

oooo~
The wolf felt something, it ran from the animal shed, staggered and fell beside its master.

Ken immediately stepped forward to check, and then sank into the spiritual world to observe Meng's phantom. After completely eliminating [curse] and [poisoning], he was relieved.

[Title task: Blade from the Sheath]

【Owner: Meng】

[Description: Let this skin eroded by hatred find the meaning of survival. 】

It was only then that Ken remembered that there was an exclusive task in the notes.

He checked again and found that Meng seemed to be immersed in hallucinations. This pain stemmed from the long-term accumulation of negative emotions.

"Do you believe me?"

Ken put his hands on his shoulders, felt a tremor, but didn't fight back.

"Yes."

Meng replied softly, his eyes were already shrouded in darkness, and in the cold mist, he could barely feel the warmth of his palm.

"Listen, I've never been disappointed in you," Ken said softly. "I don't need you to be harsh on yourself. On the contrary, both Santon Kaya and I need your help."

He explained sincerely and continued to guide: "What exactly did you see?"

"No!"

Meng snorted in pain, he said: "There are ghosts behind me, that's my sin, I can never escape, let me die, please!"

Ken quickly grabbed his hand, lest the guy accidentally hurt himself in the collapse.

Meng continued to describe.

This terrifying inner demon seems to have originated from the tragedy of the Donggege tribe, and the shadow left by the Qibing apostle has not been healed for many years.

Overlapping ghosts and ghosts, fragmented like the whisper of a spell.

"Whoo~"

Ken felt a little suffocated by substituting slightly, but he said firmly after a moment of silence: "I want you to trust me at least once."

Meng's head hurt so much that he began to tremble all over, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded.

Ken said: "Now, go back and face them, and take a good look, what are those things that haunt you and scare you?"

(End of this chapter)