Ark's Journey to the Demon God

"I am really not suitable to lead troops to fight in person." Shen Muke said with emotion: "Although I know that war is inevitable..."

……

call--

"Oh my god...it's so windy."

Jeromingo opened the heavy hatch and looked out wearing the goggles of the airborne brigade——

When you first see it, it's all dim and yellow, with no distinction between the sky and the land, and the evil wind makes a tinkling sound on the ship's hull.

"This ghost place must have had a natural disaster before..."

Jeromingo and two assistants walked out of the bridge against the wind and pulled the rope to lower the flag...

"Hey, battalion commander, what do you think that is?"

Deputy Eschev stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of the ship's flank. In the vast yellow sand, there was an obvious black spot, approaching from far away...

"Is it a feathered beast? It shouldn't be. How could it be possible in this weather..."

woo-

laugh! ! !

"Not good! Be on guard!"

Yeromingo's eyes widened as he watched the "black spot" move closer and closer from a distance, from the size of a sesame seed to the size of a grape in the blink of an eye. With the powerful strength of the airborne troops, he also saw clearly what it was. What--

A person whose face cannot be seen clearly.

The man was wrapped in messy pale white strips of cloth, and the long robe covered his entire body, making it difficult to see his face and gender.

He sits on a throne covered with thorn-like spikes, holding a weird cane. The throne floats in the air, shuttles freely through the yellow sand and storm wind, and travels thousands of miles in an instant!

"What it is?!"

"Is it the enemy?"

Yeromingo subconsciously touched the gun on his back. He didn't know who it was, but he instinctively felt...

"The visitor is not kind..."

"Take it easy, Jeromingo."

With one hand, he gently held the barrel of Yeromingo's gun, and Shen Muke said with a smile: "We are the ones here."

"gentlemen?!"

"Don't be nervous, have you lowered the flag?" Shen Muke looked at the figure approaching from far away in the sky and asked at the same time.

"It's down." Eshev carefully rolled up the flag.

"Then go in, enter the cabin, and tell Frost Star to bring all the

The lookout window is closed and the Sami ship sails according to the established track. "

"Sir, you..."

"Didn't I say that we are the ones here?"

……

"call…"

Squeezing out the air from his abdominal cavity, the old man sitting on the throne in the air approached the ship.

Of course he knew who this ship belonged to. Even on a bloody battlefield, he could perfectly identify the scent of everyone, not to mention the unprecedented honorary Marquis of Kazdaele.

"Long time no see, old man, how are you?"

The ships on the ground changed direction, and a figure gradually rose into the sky until it was level with him——

Shen Muke held his cane and smiled at the old friend in front of him and said hello.

"Indeed, long time no see..."

The long staff in the old man's hand shook, a faint green light flashed, and a faint soulful wail crossed the sky and was arranged around him.

The "King of Scavengers", the lord of the ancient royal court of Sakaz, cast a blessing for himself in front of Shen Muke.

"Old man, what are you..."

"It's just a small trick." The scavenger spread his hands and replied calmly: "Marquis, I know your power. You can defeat the magic skills of Letania. Even the great banshee dare not He said that he would definitely be better than you in magic... In order to be able to communicate with you on an equal footing, some measures are indispensable."

The King of Scavengers knows that many skilled warlocks can use spells to influence the minds of their opponents, such as the Great Banshee. She can even manipulate the emotions and thinking of the weak, which shows the terror of the King of Warlocks.

"You are worrying too much, old man."

Shen Muke shook his head helplessly and said, "I never use spiritual magic."

Forget it, it's probably useless to explain...

The King of Scavengers was noncommittal and just asked himself:

"Marquis, why are you here?"

"Old man, I am the Marquis of Kazdare." Shen Muke answered with a smile.

"So, are you here to help Kazdare win?" The Scavenger King never accepts ambiguity, he needs a precise answer.

"..."

It’s really hard to fool...

"No, old man, I'm here to prevent the war from expanding."

Shen Muke sighed and said, "The war has been going on for so long, it's time to end."

"Why does it have to end? Have all the shameful plunderers knelt down under the black flag of Sakaz's glory?"

The Scavenger King waved his scepter again, and the coldness in the air became even deeper:

"Marquis, tell me, what do you think, why do you want to consider Victoria...is it because you are not Sakaz?"

"No, no, old man, this has nothing to do with the blood race."

Shen Muke shook his head and said: "Old man, I have never had the slightest prejudice against any race because of the difference in blood. I just think that this journey of revenge that spans tens of thousands of years should end."

"Is it over? Maybe you are right, Marquis. But have you ever thought that the predators and careerists have not yet seen the power of the Sakaz people, so we cannot stop."

The King of Scavengers rubbed the cane in his hand. Countless souls were bound to that cane, and each one was a blood and tear of Sakaz.

"Marquis, do you still remember? When you led Sakaz's soldiers into Rem Billiton, you said to me..."

"Finish the task of eradicating evil." The voice of the King of Scavengers gradually became lower. He looked at Shen Muke and said:

"You said that we should give our enemies the most thorough and cruel blow. This is the most thorough protection for ourselves and those victims...I recognized you. From that time on, I realized that you are indeed a qualified warrior. Than Many people who consider themselves strong are far more qualified.”

“But now, you have become weak, Agaritu. You are standing here now, telling me to be merciful, to let those people go, to let go of those predators who have caused us infinite pain. Is this your duty to eliminate evil? "

The King of Scavenger's questions were shocking. It must be said that the old man is still the old man. The passage of time has not made him old and dim, but has made him more sober.

but…

"Old man, you are right, but I just want to know, what is the purpose of eradicating evil by attacking those defenseless people?"

Shen Muke did not defend himself, but calmly replied to the King of Scavengers:

"Old man, have you ever thought about why the resistance of the Victorians has always been strong since Kazdaele walked?"

"Are they all fearless?"

How could there be so many hard-hearted and true men who were not forced out?

Having led the army in Kazdare for several years, Shen Muke knew very well what kind of character the Sakaz army was.

Their fighting prowess is unquestionable, and their destructive power is equally terrifying.

"Our ships walked all the way, and this road was full of yellow sand, smoke, and washed plains."

"What about those people in the wilderness? Where did their flesh and blood go? How did this area, which was originally rich in water and grass, turn into a barren beach and desert?"

"Old man, you said we must eradicate all evil. Is it true that plundering everything and killing everyone is what the Sakaz people mean by eradicating all evil?"

"In war, there will inevitably be unnecessary sacrifices." The King of Scavengers retorted:

“Who can tell what’s okay and what’s foul in a fight to the death between these two?”

"Then, old man, I want to ask you." Shen Muke sighed and said, "I only want to ask you one thing. If Kazdare defeated the legions of the Grand Dukes and invaded Victoria, the soldiers rushed into Lundi After the Imperial Court of Nim, will the Sakaz people give up?”

Shen Muke looked at the King of Scavengers and said slowly:

"Will the Sarkazi restrain themselves and retreat to Kazdare after victory?"

"Or will we occupy Victoria and turn the country into a Sakaz paradise?"

"If the Sarkarz occupy this place, how are you going to treat ordinary people in Victoria? Will you treat them like your own race?"

"I'm afraid not?" Looking at the silent King of Scavengers, Shen Muke shook his head and continued:

"Old man, this is not revenge, this is using power to vent anger."

"All the despicable things Sakaz suffered in the past were ultimately repaid by us in the same way..."

"I admit that this is a reasonable demand of the Sakaz people, but as I stand here now, I am ready to be cursed by the Sakaz people for thousands of years...I have to tell you, this is very reasonable, but this is not Answer."

" Venting anger blindly on ordinary people will not solve the problem. The suffering we suffer does not come from those who are also trying to survive in the cracks. In the end, the Sakaz people are back to where they started... We have made so many efforts and are worried about our internal situation. Isn't the purpose of the expedition to Rembito in the face of foreign invasion just to get rid of the label of demon? But what are we doing now? Who is more despicable than the despicable people? Is this the glory of the Sakaz people?"

"enough!!"

A sharp shout interrupted Shen Muke's words. The King of Scavengers shook the scepter in his hand and said: "Marquis, what you said makes sense, it really makes sense... But I won't accept it, Sakaz People won’t accept it either.”

"What's this for?" Shen Muke asked.

"Because of history, because of time." The Scavenger King replied: "As you said, forgetting the past is a kind of betrayal. The Sakaz people have been displaced for tens of thousands of years. We understand what is pain and what is pain. Blood and tears.”

"We will never forget those knives that struck us, and because of this, the Sakaz people will always be united."

"For this reason, we want revenge. Sarkaz should not stop before the fire burns all the enemies and their blood relatives."

"But the Sakaz people will not always win, old man." Shen Muke shook his head and said:

"Sarkaz is a victim of thousands of years of suffering. Almost all races in the world have the blood of the Sarkaz people on their hands. Of course, Sarkaz has the right to take revenge... but this kind of revenge cannot escape this cycle of pain. .”

"But the Sakaz people need it, Marquis, I understand what you mean. Maybe the long-term pain has indeed driven the Sakaz people into madness, but we only need this now."

The King of Scavengers opened his arms like a bird of prey spreading its wings: "Marquis, Sarkaz needs respect, and at the same time, the Sarkaz people also need a little understanding."

"Forgive us, Marquis, we have suffered too much. In the past, no one was willing to be with us. You are one of the few... You should be able to understand our distress."

"I understand, sir, but that's why I want to hold Kazdel back." Shen Muke sighed and said, "Why can't we let the suffering end in our generation?"

"Then try to stop us, Marquis, although I never thought you could do it."

"It was never me who stopped Sakaz, old man. It was only the soldiers and civilians of Victoria who stopped Sakaz. Don't underestimate them."

"Then let them come and let me see how powerful these mortals are."

Chapter 12 Always positive, never rust

"It was never me who stopped Sakaz, old man. It was only the soldiers and civilians of Victoria who stopped Sakaz. Don't underestimate them."

"Then let them come and let me see how powerful these mortals are."

The King of Scavengers examined Shen Muke and said slowly: "Agaritu, since your heart is so determined and since you think you have found a solution to the problem, then come on."

"I will not endorse your path until I see the hope of change. If you think that Tracy's path is wrong, then prove it to me."

"I will, old man." Shen Muke nodded.

"One more thing..." The King of Scavengers paused and said, "The last Wendigo, Bodrokasti, is he okay?"

"He is very good, old man." Shen Muke replied: "He is living a good life in Ursus."

Wouldn't it be nice to have become marshals?

Hmm... It would be better if there was no Originium Disease.

"Time is such a scary thing."

The King of Scavengers murmured to himself, "Time has changed a lot of things. The old Red-Eyed Demon put on a dress, and the young Lord of the Banshee Court left Kazdaele."

"The attitudes of the Cyclops and the Liches are always vague, and after the Balrog, another royal court is about to disappear into history..."

"I am old, Marquis. Time has made me sluggish. My soul and my will are decaying."

“For me now, I am happier looking back on the past than looking forward to the future.