I loaded the gods module

Chapter 175 My Last Wish
"We need new fuelwood."

Someone made a cold declaration in the young man's ear.

"No...no...she's just a child!"

The little girl in a plaid skirt timidly hid behind the young man, a large fluffy squirrel-like tail was exposed from her back, and she was moving restlessly.

"The soldiers on the front line no longer have the protection of the fire of dawn. According to the list, your sister...is already at the forefront..."

There was no emotion in the other party's words, and the officer of the night watchman took the little girl's hand: "Let's go, lord witch, the high priest has been waiting for you for a long time."

"I beg you... I beg you! There must be other ways..."

The young man yelled madly, but the figure of the little girl was getting further and further away. He hurriedly chased after her, but was shocked to find that the ground under his feet had completely turned black, sticky, making it difficult to move an inch.

The Black Plague is close at hand...

On the surface of the black sludge emerged one after another distorted strange faces, laughing wildly, converging, pouring over like overwhelming, everything in sight became the bait of the black plague.

He was horrified to realize that his own flesh and blood were melting, becoming a part of them.

The skin on the abdomen had completely fallen off, the young man saw his intestines laughing crazily, they wriggled and crawled out, crawling up to his throat bit by bit.

Winding, constricting, suffocating, darkness, and fear and despair.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

He woke up suddenly, but saw the deep night seeping in from the gap in the tent, there was nothing on the ground, his abdomen was still intact, and he could not see the intestines covered with black spots.

The young man subconsciously squeezed the musket beside him tightly, he was panting violently, and large swaths of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Having another nightmare? Aaron?"

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was pulled open, and a tall and straight middle-aged man in a black military uniform walked in, holding a steaming rice bowl in his hand.

"Drink some hot porridge, young man, you can't complete the task of guarding the border with your mental state."

He handed the steaming rice porridge to the pale Aaron.

"Thank... thank you, Captain Black."

Aaron reached out to take the meal and swallowed it. He was indeed tired and hungry. After all, guarding the border was not an easy job.

They are all mortal soldiers of the Yongyao Kingdom.

The task assigned to them by the superior is also very simple, that is, to stay in place and use muskets to shoot and kill all animals that try to escape from the forest.

Not one can be let go.

After drinking the warm porridge, Aaron only felt his body warmer. He picked up his musket and followed Captain Black out of the tent.

This is a simple camp on the edge of the forest. Those towering giant trees stand in front of Aaron's eyes, and the brilliant golden fallen leaves hover endlessly with the strong wind.

The dense leaves fall and rise, even in the dark night, they are still eye-catching, dotting the dreamlike world like golden rain.

Although the scenery is very charming, the weather is still very cold.

After all, the season was about to enter winter, so the howling wind also brought unbearable cold to ordinary people. The soldiers added new wood to the bonfire, and the suddenly jumping flames finally dispelled some of the cold air.

The young man climbed onto the simple wooden sentry post, and he habitually checked the condition of the musket.

"The musket and ammunition have not been damp or damaged, and everything is normal."

Immediately afterwards, Aaron took the initiative to ask the captain under the sentry post to change his shift: "You can go to rest, Captain Black, it's my turn to be on duty."

"Don't be so anxious to drive people away, I'm not sleepy yet."

The middle-aged soldier waved his hand. He sat on the edge of the bonfire, took out a pack of dried meat from his arms, skewered it with the prepared wooden sticks, and put it into the firelight.

The smell of meat spread immediately, and although the young man had just finished his rice porridge, Aaron couldn't help but cast his gaze over it.

"Stand up straight and concentrate, soldier, this is your duty time."

Captain Black didn't even look up, but he seemed to have guessed the actions of the team members.

"Yes! Captain!" Aaron swallowed, turned his head and set up his musket.

The atmosphere fell silent, and the middle-aged man turned the jerky intently.

"By the way, Aaron, after the nightmare, have you thought about your last wish?"

However, it didn't take long for Captain Black to take the initiative to break the silence. The middle-aged man spoke surprisingly. He uttered a terrible curse with a chatty demeanor and a flat tone.

However, the expressions of the young men on the sentry post did not change. Obviously, for mortal soldiers like them, death was just a common topic.

"Before I die, I want to see my family." Aaron responded in a low voice.

"Heh...this is not a good last wish...continue."

Black withdrew his hand and threw a bunch of hot jerky onto the sentry post: "You have to know that soldiers like us usually die at the hands of black plague or monsters from the abyss. Your idea is impossible to realize."

"I just want to die in bed when I'm old, not in battle when I'm young."

Aaron took small bites of the jerky, and the young man's eyes were still focused on the edge of the forest, ready to kill the creatures that ran out at any time.

"Insanely stupid delusion, even the mighty night watchman will die in the surging black plague, what is the life of us mortals?"

Captain Black curled his lips: "You see, my last wish is much simpler. I just want to have the strength to kill myself before I die."

"So... Aaron."

"Ah."

"If I really fell in front of the black plague, and I didn't even have the strength to shoot myself..."

The middle-aged man said his request: "I hope you can help me to fulfill my last wish."

The young man didn't respond.

The atmosphere returned to tranquility again, only the crackling sound of flames devouring the wood sounded from time to time, the night was deep, and the fallen leaves were silent.

"Oh, yes, one more thing."

Captain Black swallowed the jerky and sighed contentedly: "While you were sleeping soundly, a night watchman delivered us good news."

"good news?"

The young man asked suspiciously: "Are we going to be transferred away from the cold border?"

"What are you thinking? Brat."

The captain of the soldiers laughed and cursed, and Black sat up slightly: "We are honored to be the testers of the new equipment. It seems to be called... the Bright Rubik's Cube."

(End of this chapter)