Devil's Journey

Chapter 296 Rigid Persuasion

The magic talisman that penetrates the soul is like a soul lock. As a blood clan of the undead family, Asoko can clearly feel the confinement of the soul, but he dare not resist in the slightest.

The two left and right angels took turns to beat him up. The fierce and overbearing strange magic power, um, the other party called it fighting spirit, left a deep impression on Asoke, and his rank was even higher than that of the left and right angels. Asoke doesn't know how powerful the chief envoy should be, and he doesn't want to try it himself.

Although he lost his freedom, fortunately he survived. As for what gods and demons the other party was talking about, it was not what Asoko dared to think about.

"Thank you for your appreciation, my lord." Enduring the burning pain from his soul, Asoke had to express his gratitude.

Because this means that he has been recognized, has become the other party's subordinate, and has obtained the permission to live.

"Well, I allow you to choose blood descendants or blood slaves from serfs to rebuild the ethnic group. Well, I heard that your blood race has good recovery ability. If you want to, you can also transform them into blood if you want to." Yi, oh, by the way, do you know medical skills?" Julian suddenly came and asked with interest.

Asoke was stunned for a moment, then nodded hesitantly: "It will be a little bit."

"Okay, very good, then, I allow you to form a knight order, let's call it the Knights of the Hospital. In the future, you will study more medicine and healing spells, and save the dying and healing vampires? Hehe~" Julian muttered with a strange smile stand up.

Asoke also felt a little embarrassed. There are no hospital knights in this world, a hospital is a hospital, and a knight is a knight. What's more, he is an undead blood that is regarded as an evil creature.

But since Julian had spoken, Asoko could only obediently accept his orders, no matter how embarrassing he was, he couldn't beat the bad taste of the leader.

Perhaps the fate of migrant workers is probably the same.

After Ahsoko, who was unsightly, retreated to prepare for his Knights Hospitaller, Julian quickly picked up Nana's face in his arms, and washed his eyes with Nana's cute face.

"Then what kind of vampire is too ugly, it's disappointing." Julian's impression filter of vampires was shattered, and he lost all interest. It was still his own blood rose fairy sister Judy who looked better.

'Yeah, when I get back, I'll call Judy and Alice together, and then I'll turn into two kinds of fairies and play sports together. '

Although the three parties have reached an agreement, it will take time for the agreement to be implemented. Although many people in the three northern counties have fled, they still left behind many thorns. Persuade some.

At the same time, the Kingdom Army also needs to guide the frontier troops who have retreated from the front line, and do a good job of appeasement and suppression. After all, many of the frontier soldiers and laborers who serve in the army have their hometowns in the counties that will be cut off.

Even the current Royal Army has many hometowns in the north, but under the suppression of the king and several legendary strongmen, no mutiny occurred, but scattered escapes still occurred.

The Snake God Sect left to the east, the Destiny Sect left to the north, and the Kingdom Army harvested a ruined Occam City, and because of the large amount of negative energy and erosion of other elements, it was temporarily not suitable for ordinary people to live here.

Locke has become more and more silent recently. Although the Destiny Army did not participate in the Occam War, just fighting against the Royal Army made this newly formed army feel very difficult.

Even if the number of people is several times that of the Kingdom Army, it is difficult for the Heavenly Mandate Army to take advantage of it. The previous method of swarming up and crushing the enemy with numbers has failed.

Locke also lost his friend again in the battle. It was a very optimistic boy, a young man with good strength. Locke and the boy soon became friends who talked about everything, and they ate and lived together. , to survive on the battlefield together.

It's a pity that Locke was lucky enough to survive again, but the young man who was always smiling died, like weeds on the battlefield, although the serfs always called them Master Jiaobing.

But Locke understood that he was just a slightly thicker weed.

Locke, who lost his friend again, became taciturn, and he no longer wanted to make friends. As long as he has no friends, he will not lose friends again.

"Destiny, bless me. Live on." Locke murmured, but his eyes were full of confusion.

Although it has already entered the early spring, the northern land has not become warmer. Instead, gray snow fell from time to time. An older instructor reached out and grabbed the snow, stuffed it into his mouth, and then Pooh again.

This snow is bitter, Locke withdrew his eyes, he had tasted it a long time ago, since the gray fog covered the sky, whether it was rain or snow, it gradually became bitter.

Perhaps, the world is really going to be destroyed, Locke sighed, and it will be destroyed, anyway, he is also tired, and he even lives without knowing why.

Most of the serfs and believers don't know why they live, but their biological instincts urge them to live desperately, even if they become no longer human.

The terrifying Lord Blood Sword rode by on horseback, Locke looked away, although the hospital knights had begun to recruit people, but because of Lord Blood Sword's terrifying appearance, the recruitment became very difficult.

Although many of those impoverished serfs wanted to apply, Lord Blood Sword really didn't like it. He wanted to recruit people from those believers, but unfortunately, most of the believers who had advanced into the ranks were not interested in being transformed into vampires. A lack of interest.

After all, these congregants are struggling to live, and it is not easy to advance. They can enjoy a little bit, but they are turned into undead, and they can no longer taste food, wine, and enjoy women. This is simply too pitiful.

Wouldn't that be a waste of effort?

Most people don't have any lofty dreams. The grandest thing they can think of is to become a master, enjoy a good life, and the sweetness of rights. It would be even better if this wealth can be passed on.

And if you become a blood descendant, apart from enjoying status and longevity, all other good things in life will be lost. For most people, that would be too boring.

Locke shook his head. He didn't have the slightest interest in becoming a blood race. Although he wanted to live, he wanted to live as a human being.

The horn sounded, it was an order to assemble, and it was almost at the destination, an old aristocratic fief who refused to submit to the Destiny Sect.

Locke came with the army to give rigid persuasion. Although he didn't quite understand, the captain explained it very straightforwardly.

"It is to kill all those who resist the destiny."

If you don't welcome the destiny, the destiny will come rolling in.

The originally scattered crowd began to gather, and the scouts in front began to fight fiercely. The nobleman seemed to be bold enough to send someone out to make a surprise attack.

However, after the battle with the Kingdom Army, the quality of the Heavenly Mandate Army has improved a lot, and it is already able to detect and intercept the surprise attack of a small group of cavalry.

Locke, who was following the crowd, didn't see the cavalry battle, but when he passed the place where the battle had just been fought, he found a few corpses that had been stripped naked and thrown by the side of the road.

Those corpses would be dragged away by the serfs. As for how to deal with it, Locke, who had been in the army for a long time, had already guessed, but he kept that guess deeply in his heart.

Not long after, the not-so-high castle appeared in front of Locke's eyes. Thousands of troops of mixed serfs began to line up, the banner of destiny was raised, and the drums of war were beating.

Locke couldn't help but clenched his halberd tightly. The cold halberd gave him a tingling sensation, and the rigid persuasion was about to begin.

　Recently, because Kawen writes very slowly and is greedy for full attendance, he wanted to post a duplicate chapter before midnight, which affected many readers who followed up. I will try to code as early as possible in the future, sorry.

　　
　
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