A hero drinks red without leaving a bottle

Chapter 152 (pseudo) The extension of the road

This Tarask demon (Tarask) really felt very angry, because since he was born, he has never been so threatened by an ordinary human race.

However, if you are angry, Tarasque is still very clear-he is not sure whether the human warrior in front of him can win, but judging from the swift slash just now and the ruthless slaughter of the elves, If he decides to do it, the other party will definitely destroy the things stolen from the treasury before he does.

He couldn't bear it anymore, because no matter what was lost in the treasure house, once his usually smiling lord knew that something had been lost, he would definitely turn him into a cloud of blood mist in an instant, no, he might even wipe it off directly. Remove it more thoroughly.

So, bear with it...

Therefore, the fire-breathing nostrils belonged to the fire-breathing. Tarasque still didn't follow suit, but took a step back a little. Facing Huang Lang's salary increase, the clear demon spoke loudly:

"This thing is meaningless to you. If you hand it over, you will gain the friendship of Remilia Scarlet, the lord of the Hell. This is a bargain without thinking about it."

"Oh, that's right," Huang Lang's voice was icy cold, "How does the lord of Hell, Remilia-Scarlet, compare to the force behind this?"

As he spoke, Huang Lang turned his head towards the elf whose body and head had been separated.

"Her? Behind her is the Thieves Guild. Even if the shadow-level assassins of the Thieves Guild come in person, there is no chance of winning against the lord," Tarasque said disdainfully, "If you are afraid that the Thieves Guild will be unfavorable to you, sir No, it can't happen."

【Oh, so this creature is an elf, and the organization that the elf belongs to is the Thieves Guild】

While digesting the information from the monster's mouth in his heart, Huang Lang continued to say:
"Hmph, shadow-level assassins from the Thieves Guild are naturally nothing, but even if the Thieves Guild sends such masters to steal things from you, even if they are nothing to worry about, what about the employers behind them?"

"You human being is obviously strong and has a decisive and fierce fighting style, but why do you worry so much?" Tarasque said shaking his head, "First of all, let's not say that such a trash fish in the Thieves Guild is not good at all, and even if the mission failed , provoked the employer behind, no matter who it is, do you think that person will go to war with the Lord of the Fire Prison, get the things quickly, and I will go back and report!"

[It seems that this elf is not a ruthless character. No wonder the opponent's marked level is only as low as level 40, and this Lord of Hell seems to be very strong. It's a pity that this big guy has too little patience, and I don't have too much patience. It takes a lot of time]

As his thoughts flowed, Huang Lang sighed in his heart, pretended to be helpless and snorted heavily, and then threw the wrapped thing to Tarasque.

"Thank you, human, and congratulations for making a wise choice."

Saying so, Tarasque strode towards the elf's corpse.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" Huang Lang watched the monster's movements and hurriedly stopped him.

"Naturally, we should bring the thief's body back to testify, so that we can report to Lord Remilia in detail," Tarasque replied.

"You take the head back, and leave the body to me." Huang Lang said coldly.

"Yes." After speaking, Tarasque walked over, a burst of red light appeared in the palm of his hand, which made the elf's head float.

The big demon didn't ask why Huang Lang needed corpses. It had just seen Huang Lang summoning groups of corpses to fight, and it had already preconceived that Huang Lang was a magic warrior proficient in necromancy --- a demon warrior who used death. Isn't it normal for people with spiritual spells to want corpses?

With the head of the elf and the things he snatched back, a portal opened in front of Tarasque, and then the demon disappeared into the portal.

At that moment, Huang Lang spied the scene on the other side of the portal—to his surprise, although the opposite side seemed to be called [Fire Prison], what he saw was not a scorching hell scene through that glance, It's the scenery of lakes and mountains, the trees are shady, and it seems that they have seen quite beautiful buildings like castles.

【Then why, is that place called Yan Prison? 】

When this thought flashed through Huang Lang's mind, Tarasque had completely disappeared, and there was only cold wind and heavy snow left in the world for a while, and of course, there was a headless corpse on the ground.

Huang Lang walked to the side of the elf's headless corpse, picked up the corpse, and strode into the wind and snow.

Soon, he found a fairly hidden cave. After two or three hacks to death of some otherworldly animal that he didn't know, Huang Lang re-sealed the entrance of the cave, and ignited a fire in the dark cave. After building a campfire, he replaced the large sword in his hand with a small skinning knife.

He lifted up the headless body, fiddled with the window of the neck with a knife, and observed carefully with the help of the light of the campfire:

"The thickness of the skin is about the same as that of a human being, the subcutaneous fat, this kind of flesh and blood... the clothes on the body are not thick, how do you keep warm, magic?"

"The thickness of the blood vessels, considering the size of the head just now, this kind of creature called an elf should have a brain that needs a lot of support, and its intelligence will definitely not be bad."

"It has a bone structure similar to that of a human, but the composition of the bone and human bone should be different. When the knife rubbed against the bone just now, there were sparks. Is the bone mainly composed of metal or what?"

The blade cuts down slowly.

"What a hard muscle, it looks so slender, but the strength of this muscle, regardless of the opponent's magic strength, just relying on this physical fitness, no wonder it can jump up and down the tree as lightly as a swallow..."

"Two hearts, one big and one small... there is actually a hidden heart..."

"Oh, this is the residue of food, so, this is the stomach, the gastric juice inside the stomach is so acidic..."

"Regenerate reproductive organs, um, these elves, are they born from eggs or something..."

After an unknown period of time, Huang Lang threw a bunch of "parts" aside, piled them into a pile, lit a fire, and stared at the elves' flesh and blood burning in the flames for a while with great interest. After making a rough judgment on the key ingredients, Huang Lang studied the equipment of the elf Shameng in the bloody cave.

He picked up those leather armors and used the equipment at hand to conduct various experiments such as chopping, stabbing, electric shock, and burning. He even took out an iron grenade to conduct blasting experiments on the leather armor.

The result of the experiment made Huang Lang's face full of seriousness --- the defensive power of this leather armor is really high, some common attack methods fall on the leather armor, it feels like he is participating in a full-armor combat Sometimes, the feeling of the weapon in your hand cutting on the opponent's armor.

"Looks like, if it wasn't for the lucky strike from that knife, which directly hit the opponent's unprotected neck..." Huang Lang pondered, "It seems that we should be careful."

While muttering to himself, Huang Lang continued to disassemble the equipment of the elf, separated the things carried by the elf one by one, carefully observed and tested, and recorded some definite discoveries in his heart.

There was blood everywhere in the cave, and the flesh was burning in the flames, emitting a stench, but Huang Lang just glanced at the fire indifferently, wanting to see the skeleton's reaction in the flames.

Blood, skeletons, burning corpses, armored men flipping through blood-stained clothes... A bit of cold wind blows in along the cracks in the stones at the entrance of the cave, blowing the flames, making the shadow of Huang Lang on the cave wall look like claws and claws, terrifying and terrifying. And wobbly.

If someone from Huang Lang's hometown saw this scene, he would run away screaming like a victim in a horror movie, but Huang Lang would definitely not chase after him like a monster in a horror movie, because he is not a monster .

He's just experienced some death -- at least he thinks so.

At least, in Huang Lang's consciousness, he is far away from his colleagues who can beat people from the heel, or knock a sharp nail in along the fingertips to the first joint, in order to force out information, He is still much gentler.

He'd never done that to a living person.

Moreover, he didn't slaughter those guys in an indigenous village just to steal a batch of oil.

Although, Huang Lang sometimes felt that if his original comrades-in-arms saw him like this, they would be shocked and heartbroken.

Of course, he wouldn't say anything about those heartbroken ones. He has served in PMC for nearly ten years. As a well-known frequent visitor in several major PMC databases, Huang Lang has long passed the age of caring about those things.

In the face of all those heartaches, Huang Lang would only say one word like Cambronne of the Allied Forces under Mount St. John, that is:

"Pooh…….."

Huang Lang spat lightly on the ground, and then lightly checked the equipment.

His attitude towards those who criticize people is not actually brought about by ten years in PMC, no, his attitude was formed when one of his closest relatives left this world .

At that time, he knelt in front of Huang Shuang's tomb, and when he came into contact with him, his relatives, friends, and even his parents who came to the funeral felt a kind of cold air from him, even the cold air brought by the heavy rain was not enough to take his breath away. Compared with the air-conditioning that comes out.

Although the people who comforted him really cared about him, at that time, no one really entered Huang Lang's heart, because the only one who could really penetrate into the darkness of the heart was probably God.

However, if someone could see Huang Lang's heart-like world at that time, what he saw would probably be a court.

He knelt in the torrential rain, and in the depths of his soul, he organized a court by himself, and the object of interrogation at the beginning was himself:
First of all, he thinks that he is definitely not innocent. He thinks that he should break free from the vortex earlier than Huang Shuang, and then pull her up. Since he knows that he can't do it, he should make a decision earlier. with.

But he is also asking himself, is that really avoidable?At the beginning of human beings, nature is inherently good. Since this sentence can be established, then are some emotions also inherently established?When a person walks in a low room, he must bend his back, and when a person who is too tall is in a normal room, he must do the same.

But these don't seem to matter anymore....
The key point is that no matter how Huang Lang tries to judge himself, convict himself, and blame himself, he still cannot ignore the fact that no matter how he and Huang Shuang are, they are trying to solve the problem, Because both he and Huang Shuang knew that if they didn't solve it, many relatives they cared about would suffer because of them.

Moreover, Huang Lang knew that they had never told anyone else about this issue, and they had never let others take responsibility.

But when some people began to spread some rumors, they hoped to be kind to many people, and they only brought him and Huang Shuang harm.

Some of the seemingly close friends and relatives just put on a grimace that they claimed to be righteous in front of their insect targets, but they were actually dirty; he tried to talk to them, but he never failed to get hit; Trying to face it with a smile, but never saw those people's kind faces even once.

What they got, apart from pain, was still pain, and he shed fewer and fewer tears, because the salty liquid that flowed out was all under his feet, turning into a sea of ​​suffering that drowned himself.

Doctors are well-developed, they can fight against the God of death and snatch the vitality of the body, but few people can really save a soul that is heading towards death.

The people who persecuted them with gossip around them stood on an indescribably distorted commanding height and looked down on him and Huang Shuang. Sometimes, Huang Lang, who was standing on the execution platform below, looked up and released a pale light above the distorted commanding height. Under the bright sun, those people seemed like jailers holding steel knives, rule makers holding scrolls, and sometimes like emperors aloof.

When he was in fear, all the rules, prejudice and arrogance were under the command of these people, and he jumped down from the indescribable commanding heights again and again, with a kind of pity but cruelty, calm but furious , a peaceful but harsh indescribable attitude trampled on them.

If the beans under the millstone could think, maybe it was a reflection of Huang Lang's feelings at that time.

Under the double pressure of the reality full of ghosts and the ghost domain full of reality, Huang Shuang finally put her soul and body into the coffin together, and went to discuss with the gods who can govern the soul. .

At least, this is what Huang Lang who stayed behind was willing to believe.

Huang Shuang went to the gods to ask for an explanation, but Huang Lang couldn't ask the evil spirits living in the world for an explanation, because only the gods can whip the evil spirits, and humans have no authority in this matter.

In other words, if people want to kill ghosts, the price may be too high.

Looking at his parents who were also in misery, struggling in a sea of ​​tears and blood dripping from their hearts, Huang Lang finally decided to be strong and build a boat for his parents, so as to let them temporarily escape from the sea of ​​heart-like suffering.

But despite this, the court in Huang Lang's heart also made a verdict at that time:
guilty.

He is guilty, those evil spirits are guilty, and the world that arranged all this is also guilty.

Fury boiled in his heart, creating a bloody and eerie Huangquan, even if Hades came, he would bow down.

This ghost realm in his heart made him embark on a road of blood after his parents accepted it calmly and started life again.

Now, it's just that this road has extended to another world.

　Update today

　　The next turning point is tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)