alliance of misthophoros

Chapter 7 2.2. The Tenth Waiter: Thunder
The courage to resist injustice, the courage to explore the unknown, the heroism of righteousness... These bravery in the world have created the great hymn of mankind.

Under the dusk and sandy wind, a lavender flower came from nowhere, Hibiscus couldn't help reaching out to catch it, and saw the cluster of blooming flowers from a distance.

Seeing this, Safir couldn't help feeling:
"There are such beautiful flowers in the desert."

The hibiscus with a cigarette in its mouth closed its eyes and sniffed the flower branch carefully, with the corners of its mouth slightly raised, its movements light and gentle.

Mother's words seemed to whisper in my ears.

Hibiscus, I hope your life can be as tough and soft as the hibiscus blooming in the desert.

"This is the hibiscus flower." Wilson replied to Safir, "It is a kind of flower that grows in the desert and has a strong character."

Hibiscus fell into memory.

All her close relatives and familiar things were destroyed that day, she has nowhere to go, and what she is doing now is fighting to prevent the world from forgetting the old country that once existed.

This desolate land with no end in sight is full of boundless helplessness and confusion, but hibiscus is like the weathervane of the team, giving everyone the courage to resist danger and fear.

Although it was only the first time they met, Safir thought Mu Jin was a very powerful woman from the bottom of his heart, and he admired her very much.

In the marching team, there were also people whispering.

"The princess is dead. I heard that she died of illness in the Prison Tower."

The lame warrior with a huge sword on his back said in a low voice to the short, tightly wrapped man with only one pair of eyes exposed, looking at the desert with a sad tone, "Lancelot is also completely crazy."

The childish voice sounded, with inexplicable majesty and indescribable sadness in the tone.

"Yeril, I will definitely take it back."

Previously, there was a noble and great king in Wangcheng, who was deeply loved by the people, and the country was governed in an orderly manner under his rule.

But one day two years ago, an event happened that changed the fate of Wangcheng.

The old king died, and the new king ascended the throne.

According to folk rumors, Lancelot, who is a loyal minister of the royal city and a super knight, even joined forces with the princess of the royal city to instigate rebellion.

When the regent arrived with an army, it was too late, and His Majesty the great king was killed by extremely cruel means.

After the rebellion was put down, Lancelot was exiled in the desert under heavy trials, and his knights were sent to the frontier, while the noble princess was imprisoned in the Tower of Sinners forever as a prisoner.

There is no other suitable candidate, so now it is the former regent who is in power in Wangcheng.

【desert】

The world is divided into three forces.

The evil magic power originating from Satan, the divine power casted by holy and noble miracles, the spiritual power contained in nature that is neither good nor evil, generally speaking, spiritual power is non-aggressive.

Satan, who has been sleeping for thousands of years, now sees the world that once belonged to him in his eyes.

He looked at the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas he once sat on, and felt in his heart all the time that he should rule this small world again.

Satan lost a lot of magic power due to signing the contract, and his ability is limited temporarily, but in this desert where countless lives have been ruined, he can always find interesting things.

Just within a thousand meters, Mandela caught an unusual surge of hatred.

Satan's ability to manipulate people's hearts is to use the word desire in human nature.

His words are just like introducing a little flame to a pile of flammable things. What is important is not what he said, but the strong desire that exists in people's hearts.

The monstrous hatred came from a decadent man in the desert.

His eyes were blank, and the loyalty to the country hidden in his heart was fighting with the hatred of being slandered and his lover being killed/
The glorious years of the past are all described by one sentence:
"Lancelot killed the master and sentenced to felony and exile."

Destroyed.

In the chaotic consciousness, Satan's magic voice echoed.

"Don't you want revenge?"

"Don't you hate it?"

"Are you willing?"

He still remembered the first time he saw the princess in the mountains.

She is as beautiful as a fairy in the forest who has strayed into the mortal world, pointing at the clear lake with her delicate fingers.

There are faint ripples on the surface of the mirror-like lake, reflecting the beautiful face with creamy skin.

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold to reveal Hua Nong.

At this glance, the mountains and rivers paled.

Also because of this one glance.

Lancelot overcame all kinds of difficulties and dangers to become a super knight of the royal city, willing to go through fire and water for the royal city and die, just to protect the princess alone.

Lancelot, who was exiled in the desert, dreams about his past with Princess Ashley all the time.

But every time he wakes up from the dream, he can only face the extremely desperate reality.

Lovesickness heartbroken in this desolate desert.

Lancelot is a knight protecting the country, even if Wangcheng loses him, his loyal patriotism prevents him from instigating sporadic wars in the motherland.

However, he is also just a man who loves Princess Ashley deeply.

In the end, in such an intense and complicated emotional struggle, Mandela's short words of inducement made Lancelot completely go berserk.

Ah, how he hates it!

I hate it! !

When night fell, Safir and the others played cards in the sand nest.

The journey in the desert is obviously very boring. Fortunately, the great people have invented many games to pass the boring time.

"Ah! I lost again!" Just as Mu Jin was about to play tricks, Wilson saw through, so he had to obediently admit defeat.

He took out the cloth bag, looked through the pockets, they were all empty, and finally only took out a note.

Mu Jin handed the note out, "Ah! I have no choice but to give this to you."

Wilson took it.

"This IOU, you just keep it." Mu Jin stretched her waist as if relieved, "I don't have anything valuable on me anymore, this is my most valuable thing, so you can play a few more rounds with me.

"What's written here?" Wilson found that he didn't know the words on it. He did know many languages, but he didn't go to school, and he was groping for it by himself, so he couldn't understand many words.

"It's about selling me to you." Hibiscus smiled.

Wilson just smiled disapprovingly.

Hibiscus seems to be talking to herself, "You don't need to understand anyway."

I didn't think Mu Jin would harm me, but I just thought Mu Jin was joking, and Wilson really just accepted it.

"Keep it well, it's a good thing that's priceless!"

As soon as Mu Jin's triumphant words fell, the outside of the sand nest suddenly fell like a meteorite to the ground, making a deafening bang and accompanied by violent vibrations.

There was a commotion outside.

There was no surprise or panic on Mu Jin's face, she was extremely calm, and said to Wilson, "Stay near me, just don't move."

The fine sand in the sand nest faded away.

Everyone froze for a moment when they saw the scene outside.

The remains of the bones were floating silently, and the remains crawled out of the sand one by one. A black figure stood far away, and the amulet he wore was swaying in the wind.

Lancelot was the one who made Yelier a special knight, and also the one who taught Yelier the word of loyalty.

Yelier recognized at a glance that this man, who was already out of shape, was his long-cherished master——Lancelot.

Long time no see, I didn't expect to see Lancelot again like this.

Yeli's eyes turned red immediately, his words choked up, and it took him a long time to call out:
"master."

The once strong and resolute physique is now so thin that only the skeleton is left like a starving ghost, and the heroic figure covered in glory is now only lifeless.

Hearing that Lancelot, who once fought in all directions, was crazy, Yelier refused to believe it.

It is said that there is a ghost in the desert named Lancelot, who specializes in killing people. No one has ever thought of it.

"First-level alert!"

Hibiscus said calmly and loudly.

Under Mandela's eyepatch, a strange light flickered in the pupils like a sea of ​​blood.

If you look closely at Mandela's lowered head, you will find an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

Tonight, for Mandela, will be a feast of gluttony, where demons gain their magic by devouring people's metamorphosed souls.

Lancelot himself has practiced martial arts, and his strength is outstanding.

What's more, he is still the spirit guardian of the land of bones, even if there is only a pile of broken bones left, he can be awakened and driven for himself.

The stench of corpses surged, and one after another the bloody dead crawled out of the sand.The sound of howling wind in the desert was mixed with strange screams and panicked cries.

"Ah! My feet! Caught! Caught!"

"Then, there's a half-headed one over there!"

Some people panicked in fright, some people felt nauseated when they saw this, and the whole team was already in a mess.

"Stay here and don't move, do you hear me?" Hibiscus seemed to be used to it. After speaking to Safir and the others, he crushed the rushing corpse with one move, and quickly joined the battle.

Seeing Mu Jin's flowing battle, everyone gradually recovered from their astonishment and began to regroup.

"Queue up!"

"Switch to both offensive and defensive formations! Onslaught! Start fighting!"

"Brothers, go ahead!"

These hundreds of people are not as vulnerable as ordinary caravans. Surprisingly, all of them have extraordinary skills. They didn't suffer any serious injuries when they first fought with the dead bodies.

But there are more and more dead bodies, endless.

One man after another died, and the one who had just died became a new enemy.

A person's physical strength is thus exhausted over time.

Under the cold moonlight in the desert, flesh and blood were flying everywhere, crying everywhere, and the breath contained not only the stench, but also the strong smell of blood.

And Hibiscus just, like mechanically, dealt with nearby evil spirits.

Regarding the life and death of other people, he did not help.

Saffir suddenly thought of what Wilson had said before, one day you will understand that there are people in this world who are extremely cruel even though they are famous and rich.

Faced with such a killing, Safir's hands and feet were cold.

This is not the world he expected, nor is it everything he wants to see.

He wants to change all that.

I don't want this kind of thing to happen again in this world.

Suddenly, an extremely ferocious dead body rushed towards Wilson with teeth and claws.

"Wilson!!" Safire's pupils shrank suddenly, and a blue electric current flashed through his clenched palm.

Just in an instant.

As if in response, the hibiscus danced violently like falling flowers in a strong wind, and the sand and gravel that could be seen between the sky and the earth were driven to cut through the sky.

"Sandstorm, great funeral!"

Hundreds of thousands of bones were crushed to powder.

In an instant, all the corpses on the battlefield were cleaned up.

Hibiscus slowly descended from the air with awe-inspiring expression.

This kind of ability can be called crushing all beings.

That's the tip of the iceberg of her S-rank mercenary strength.

Meanwhile, Lancelot seemed irritated.

More and more ferocious waves of corpses attacked the crowd.

But Mujin leaped suddenly, turned over and set off sand waves, like a goddess dancing the sea, every move was a huge change, and everyone was completely vulnerable to this power.

In the yellow sand all over the sky, Wilson looked at Hibiscus, and remembered how she danced in the courtyard when he first saw her, graceful and agile.

But now, this dancing waist is so strong that even the swirling wind can split a fallen leaf!
Whether it is Hibiscus or Lancelot, people like them who have experienced countless fierce battles have a realization:
In every battle, you either win or you die.

The gradually stronger electric light is particularly conspicuous in the dark.

Thunder suddenly struck down from the sky and the earth.

Everyone immediately looked in that direction.

I found Safir who was covered in electric current and was silent.

(End of this chapter)