Chapter 279 Bloody Screws

572

God's Battle Ruins.

The Future was shining with starlight and sailed slowly on a safe route. The "General of the Star" Gadriya sat in the captain's room and gradually approached the location of the "Sun Bird" according to the clues given by the "World".

"This is a strange sea... The 'world' knows more information than I am a pirate on the sea..."

Is this the benefit of being a god-fellow? He can even communicate with an angel and get a drop of blood from the angel... Gadriya looked at the routes silently, and she pushed her glasses and looked at the sea outside the window directly in front of her.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The wooden door was knocked, and the crew's voice rang out loud outside the door:

"captain!"

"This is the third day today!!"

"It's too hot! Can we just wear shorts?"

It seemed that the target island was getting closer and closer. Gadriya turned her head and raised her voice and ordered: "Yes, everyone is ready!"

...

On the dirt road in the suburbs of Sibailang, a carriage was walking twitching.

The wheels and horseshoes raised a dusty area, and Enzo was driving, and Crane sat next to him, looking through the newspaper.

Ms. D was resting in the carriage, looking at her luggage.

In the current Southern Continent, the identity of Northern Continental people can still be favored in large cities in the central and eastern regions that have not been recaptured. Only when entering the territory of the Bailang Empire will there be some dangers.

The information transmission in this world is too late. It has been almost a month since the news from the Northern Continent arrived in the Roside Islands. It is difficult for the Southern Continent to see negative information and information about changes in the situation in the Northern Continent, so as not to make the rebels here become sharp-eyed.

Obviously, I couldn't bother Ms. D to go back to China now and find the newspaper published more than a month ago. I could only ask the other party to find the newspaper officially published by the Fsak Empire after going back and hand it over to the Aurora Club to get it myself.

"The essence of 'big smog' is a vicious population cleanup..."

Klein felt that his brow had not been unfolded since he arrived in the Southern Continent. This sentence was pressing heavily on his heart, making him unable to become relaxed no matter what.

Haven't you ever thought about this possibility?

No, obviously I thought about it... It is said that the smog that caused large-scale deaths caused by polluted fog occurred in the East District, rather than the factory area, which is already very telling.

"The Fsak Empire believes that this is vicious. Does that mean that there is a 'better' population cleanup in people's concepts?"

"Haha, maybe it's war, or land reclamation or something..."

Klein did not struggle to read the full-talk part of the newspaper in his hand, and read the news from the Southern Continent last week to pass the time.

The skills obtained from the Secret Ode can be used almost directly. The feeling of being proficient in a language in an instant made him sigh and recall his painful language learning experience.

The sound of horse hooves sounded, moving forward on the dirt road either fast or slowly.

From time to time, you can see ragged Southern Continental people on the roadside. These wanderers are alone, wearing clothes made of sacks. Some are alone, and some are with their families, walking towards the southwest like them.

They were numb and dull, moving slowly like machines or zombies, and even if they were almost stepped on by horse hooves, they would not react any other way. Only the children who appeared occasionally had some glory in their eyes, but they did not have the vitality that they should be at this age, but they exuded a shrewd and calm that made Klein creepy.

When the first person appeared in Klein's vision, he stopped the car and gave the other party a piece of dry food bread, and received a few stuttering thanks.

"They are refugees, refugees."

When Klein first stopped the car, Ms. D got out and used a few words to talk to these refugees in a more skilled Du Tan language:

"You see, they have calluses on their fingers, either farmers or handicraftsmen... They came from the east, and many people were coming from there. After the independence of the Bailang Empire, the people of the South were more violently oppressed and exploited, and their land was taken away, and they were unlucky and were driven out of the plantation and could only go west."

After asking about the information, Ms. D returned to the car and pulled up the curtain. Her presence would cause uneasiness and panic among the refugees.

When the second and third men appeared on the way forward, Klein also walked down and sent some food.

After Ms. D's prompt, Klein noticed that many people had calluses in their fingers and palms, perhaps textile workers.

“The Southern Continent doesn’t seem to have as many mechanical textile machines.”

Klein was inspired: "Because of the introduction of machines in the North, female textile workers have been parading many times." Unfortunately, they are useless.

Ms. D smiled: "But the legislation stipulates that textile workers in the South Mainland cannot work for private businesses outside the company, otherwise they will be whipped and paraded."

Klein was silent again.

Before he could walk ten miles, he bought the dry food he had specially bought just in case he had run out of it. He could only ask the horse to speed up and arrive in another city as soon as possible for supplies. Fortunately, they were all extraordinary people who would not easily starve.

At this time, his mood was barely good.

But soon, the fourth, fifth, sixth...the countless people in ragged clothes and need help appeared in front of him.

Even if all the dry food is sent out, it is not enough, and even if all the cash he carries for dry food is not enough.

When you find an ant on the ground, you will soon find countless ants. Leaving the identity of Dawn Dontes, when the perspective gradually descends from aristocrats, upper class, extraordinary world to civilians, poor people and slaves, it is like accidentally glanced at your feet, frightened by the huge number of ants and their bodies.

He didn't try to give one or two of them food, because that might make things worse.

The wanderers fell down as they walked, some could stand up, and some would never wake up again. They lie there, waiting for stray dogs and vultures to feed wild animals, which is the last good thing they can do.

Klein had no choice but to remain silent.

The carriage walked forward, walked into the wilderness, leaving the dust, people, and the gorgeous world far behind.

573

In the city of Gulain.

After several hours of sorting and summarizing, the Red Gloves have collected and classified all the communications of Ince Zangwell's main contact Ulika over the past few months.

Faced with the siege of the Red Gloves, Urika chose to cut off his tail and survive, but still failed to escape. Before he died completely, he was psychic by the Red Gloves and obtained specific information.

"Ince Zangwell's last correspondence in early April? Then he disappeared completely..."

Based on Ulika's testimony, Soster found the corresponding letters from March to April, and saw that the strokes on it were already quite messy, probably written in extreme emotions and unstable states.

These words even made Soster's spirituality start to vibrate, so he could only take a few rough glances:

"Ince Zangwell felt that his out-of-control situation was getting worse...Ince Zangwell said that he had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, but these hallucinations were not anything he had seen... to induce depravity?"

Seeing these words, Soster began to feel dizzy and tinnitus.

He had to look away, silently recite the goddess's name several times in his heart, and then stabilize his mood and spirituality again before continuing to look:

"Ince Zangwell said that his auditory hallucinations always encourage him to release his inner evil thoughts and satisfy his desires..."

"He tried to recall when he actually started to change, but he could not think about it..."

"He always feels that another personality has emerged on his body, and he will get up and kill after he falls asleep..."

After browsing a few pages quickly, Soster put down the letter again. He held his beating temples, took a deep breath, and turned his eyes to other red gloves.

"What do you think?"

Leonard was quite sensitive to several of the words and spoke first: "Captain Soster, Ince Zangwell, mentioned in the letter that he began to fall, desire and kill after he lost control? According to previous records, these behavioral tendencies are not like the manifestations of the 'corpse collector' or 'sleepless' pathways, but like the criminals, that is, the demons' pathways we have dealt with before!"

Souther nodded in appreciation:

“You have a very sharp observation.”

"You mean, Ince Zangwell may have been contaminated by the demonic path?"

Daly Simone habitually stroked the silver ring on the ring finger with her finger, thinking about adding to Leonard's guess: "I think your guess is very reasonable. However, if it can pollute a demigod, if it is a seal, it should be at level 1 or above, and for a long time, the same is true for extraordinary people..."

"We have all participated in the pursuit of Jason Beria, the Apostle of Desire. The demons of Sequence 5 have regarded killing as normal as breathing. If Ince Zangwell had a 'demon' demigod, it would not have been possible that he would have disappeared all the time."

"That's right."

Souther nodded again: "Based on the inferences between you two, I think we can give a new question..."

All the red gloves looked over with breath and focused.

Soster glanced out of the corner of his eyes and glanced at the few pieces of letter paper in his hand. He moved his fingers slightly, picked out a few pieces and held them in front of everyone:

"Perhaps Ince Zangwell did not disappear."

"...it's just that because he suffered some pollution, he made some...unexpected actions that violated the church's perception of him all the time. Therefore, something that happened would naturally be considered by us, and it has nothing to do with Ince Zangwell."

I made actions that were inconsistent with myself, so I ignored them during the investigation?

Leonard frowned and began to think about the files of the major and small matters handled in the church recently, searching for doubts. But he had been in the north of Beckland and the Kingdom of Roone for a long time and had limited cases.

In his mind, Pales Soroasde snorted:

"coastal."

Others also fell into silence, digging possible clues from their memories.

Seeing everyone thinking, Soster's mouth raised upwards and he opened his mouth: "Each one--"

"I see!"

As soon as he said the first word, Leonard suddenly realized and attracted all the attention of the Red Gloves.

"I understand, captain, you're right. Ince Zangwell slipped away from our surveillance through some special behaviors, perhaps with the help of 0-08. We could have looked for him by monitoring coincidences, but now, this idea has led us to the wrong direction. Ince Zangwell may have asked for some help from 0-08, but because 0-08 has always had the nature of writing dead holders, he might be disguised, or perhaps he had to change now, and now he has become a pollution, even making him crazy and on the verge of losing control."

“Yes, so…”

"So we should now make an assumption... Through Ince Zangwell's own letters and confessions, let's assume that the pollution he was being was the 'demon' path, and, perhaps coincidentally—"
To be continued...