I just covet their strength

Chapter 219 We are just deceiving ourselves

Something is wrong. Even in Chaos Corrosion, this kind of corruption that causes SAN loss is rare.

Even if there is, it shouldn't be so fast.

The degree of erosion by chaos is much more serious than I thought. Is this the mortal world where chaos holds an overwhelming advantage?
In Westhead's cognition, there is not even a phenomenon that can be compared with it. The "Hundred Phases of Chaos" summarized in the future has no reference value at all in this distant past.

Before he had time to think about it, the floating battleship had arrived directly under the corrupted battleship.

A countdown sounded in the landing craft, and it began to shake violently.

"It's time to go. Follow me. I will protect you."

Vesper emphasized this to Westhead again.

"Don't worry that I'll hold you back. My sword is not at a disadvantage."

Even though he is not used to the ancient environment and cannot bring out the full strength of his rank, Westhead's combat skills and experience will not fade in the slightest.

"Boom bang bang-"

Thousands of landing craft popped out from the side of the battleship and headed straight towards the chaotic sky.

Many landing craft were shot down during the advance, but most of the scouts still managed to crash into the corrupted warships. The molten beams at the tips of the landing craft melted the shells covered with thorns and tumors, and stopped inside the Chaos Lair.

"Zheng——"

Wanchan drew his sword as soon as the hatch opened. The sword made of soul bones burst out with a fierce wind in an instant, strangling all the hideous and turbid monsters that surrounded him.

Westhead took a deep breath of the turbid air and followed the gray-haired girl's steps towards the depths of the corrupted battleship.

Kill the enemy you meet and be invincible.

Evening Prayer in combat mode was completely different from usual. Apart from looking back at Westhead from time to time, he ruthlessly slaughtered the chaotic creatures in the corrupted battleship.

Westhead did as he said and did not hold Evening Prayer back. Even without the anti-chaos special attack [Shadow Life], I can still annihilate the enemy!
The two of them started killing people all the way from the landing point, sweeping away all the chaotic creatures along the way. Even if the Chaos had a maximum degree of erosion, the miscellaneous soldiers would not be much stronger than them, and a high-level extraordinary person who performed normally would be enough to be invincible.

However, the power of an individual is still too small on a battlefield of this scale. When Evening Prayer and Westhead almost killed their way through the corrupted battleship and came to the upper deck and looked back, they saw a suffocating scene.

The entire sky was completely ablaze. Xu Li's fleet had already come into close combat with Chaos. Even in this ancient pre-civilization, it was a recognized truth that swords were better than guns.

Countless warships and landing craft crashed into the dark clouds of chaos, while more warships turned into floating wreckage in the air. People fell miserably into the abyss and were swallowed up by the surging waves of chaos.

There was a burning battlefield in the sky, and on the ground were countless sticky arms stretched out by the walking dead. It was like purgatory.

Seeing this, Wanchan, who was originally panting, took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"Weiss. Let's go to the next nest."

"Right on my mind."

The encounter seemed extremely long because of its brutality. Westhead could not remember how many corrupted warships he and Evening Prayer destroyed.

Under the successive suicide attacks of the Xuli warriors, the sky occupied by Chaos was torn apart, until finally, the Chaos nest that blocked the way forward was finally completely demolished.

There are no skills, no tactics, victory is achieved through pure sacrifice and bravery.

The survivors of the boarding force returned to the floating fortress in a wrecked transport plane.

The first thing that caught his eye was the base camp, which had been half eaten away - this was the damage caused by a chaos beast, which almost sank the floating fortress.

There was no cheering or celebration along the way - there was simply no time or mood to do so. Everyone was busy with the post-war finishing work, whether it was the repair of fortresses, the replenishment of equipment and vehicles, or the treatment of the wounded, all of which occupied all their energy.

What's more, there was no need to celebrate. The casualties in this battle were so heavy that it was unbelievable. From what Westhead saw, less than one in ten of the warships that took off returned.

"You should go get some rest."

Westhead looked at the gray-haired girl beside him and said softly.

Evening Prayer fought so hard that he could hardly stand even with his sword in hand.

"No, I have things to do."

Evening Prayer shook his head vigorously, forced himself to cheer up, and walked towards the field hospital that was temporarily built on the deck.

What else? Are you injured?

Westhead was stunned at first, then he remembered the information he had browsed and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Fuck, is it?
"Monk."

As soon as he arrived at the field hospital, a sergeant immediately came to Evening Prayer, nodded and saluted, saying:

"Please grant our brothers and sisters merciful release so that their souls can ascend to heaven."

When Wanchan heard this, his pupils trembled, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, then loosened it, and nodded, "I understand."

Then, Vesper trudged into the tent behind the sergeant.

Inside the big tent were neatly arranged beds, and the air was filled with painful groans and a chaotic, dead silence.

The Xuli soldier closest to the evening prayer had half of his face calcified. With his last breath he stretched out his hand and begged hoarsely:
"Father, please."

"Rest in peace, may you ascend to heaven."

The gray-haired girl's true red eyes forced out a hint of tenderness as she gripped the soul bone sword in reverse.

"Pfft-"

The sharp blade pierced through the chest of the infected, and then slashed, tearing the body apart completely.

Then, he drew his knife and walked towards the next wounded person.

"Thanks you"

"Pfft-"

"Ahem, take me away!"

"Pfft-"

Westhead stood aside, calmly watching Evening Prayer kill all the infected one after another, as if he was mechanically processing products on an assembly line.

If it was just a simple external injury, he could naturally be saved, but after fighting with chaos for a long time, how could he not be affected by chaos?

Those who are severely corroded have basically been sentenced to death and need to be executed before the mutation occurs.

The people who carried out this execution were the monks because people believed that if the soul was taken away by the messenger of God, it would not fall but go to heaven, and the more thorough the destruction of the body, the higher the soul would rise.

In other words, people are willing to believe this and must believe this, otherwise they will lose the courage to face death.

After nearly a thousand severely infected people were buried, the girl's white robe was already soaked with blood.

The long grey hair was dotted with bright red, which made the originally red eyes look empty and lifeless.

Evening Prayer walked out of the tent with his head lowered, and the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time all surrounded him.

"Have any of our brothers and sisters reached the heavens?"

The gray-haired girl raised her head. Her eyes, which had been filled with pain a moment ago, were now filled with piety and peace. She crossed her hands on her chest and smiled in a formal way.
"Well, their souls all went straight to the sky."

Everyone cried with joy:

"Great!"

"Pray! Merciful God, take them away from this turbid earth!"

"Father, thank you for your hard work. I really appreciate it!"

"If I am infected, please purify me!"

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Looking at the joyful scene of everyone expressing their gratitude, Westhead, as a bystander, suddenly felt extremely ridiculous.

After completing the funeral procession, Vespers declined the soldiers' enthusiastic requests for sermons and returned to the monastery with Westhead.

As soon as he entered the room, Westhead was hugged by Evening Prayer. The gray-haired girl hugged the former's neck tightly and buried her head deep in her partner's chest.

"Never. Never have there been so many funerals."

"Why do I have blood on my hands?"

Westhead gently stroked the girl's smooth hair: "Do you believe it, up to the sky?"

"I never believe that there is no God in the world."

Evening Prayer answered without hesitation, smiling self-deprecatingly:

"If there is a God who has mercy on the world, how could he allow us to suffer like this, and how could he not hear such desperate prayers?"

"We are just deceiving ourselves."

(End of this chapter)