Banner of the Evil God

A few days later, one morning, when the first rays of sunlight fell on the earth, the vines that had become as thick as a child's wrist suddenly trembled, and the leaves quickly turned yellow and fell down. In just a moment, the farmland surrounding the village was full of fallen leaves.

As the leaves withered, the green vines also began to change color, becoming golden, as if they had condensed the sunlight they had absorbed for a long time. Just looking at those golden vines, people felt a little warm in their hearts.

After the villagers cheered, they began to harvest. They cut the vines from about a palm height above the ground, and then cut them into sections, each about half the length of an arm. Golden-white powder fell from the cross section of the vines, and many villagers would take a bite when harvesting. It seems that this is their staple food.

However, Sui Xiong noticed that no children picked up the separated vines to eat. This made him silently give a bad review of the taste of those vines - children are the most innocent, even if it is a wild fruit that is 80% sour and 20% sweet, they will happily pick it and eat it. Since they have no interest in these vines, their taste must be very boring.

Harvesting vines is obviously a strenuous job, and the woodcutters are sweating profusely. Children and women are busy collecting the withered yellow leaves, grinding them with stone mills, turning them into gray-yellow juice, and transporting them bucket by bucket to the stone house, and no one knows what to do with them.

There are many vines around the village, and the harvesting work lasted for three days. When all the vines were left with the last circle near the village, the villagers stopped harvesting and started preparing for other things.

They gathered the old people and children who lacked fighting power, dressed them in clothes soaked in gray-yellow juice, and let them gather in several relatively sturdy wooden houses. In front of them were statues similar to those on the roofs of stone houses, and there were several buckets of juice beside them, and no one knew what they were for.

The young men and women were busy eating and drinking. This time they were not eating the usual batter made from crushed vines, but dried chickens taken from the stone house. It seemed that the chickens were not delicious, and everyone was eating with a sad face, but everyone was trying to eat more, perhaps to ensure physical strength.

"It seems that the battle is just around the corner." Sui Xiong nodded secretly. He had already thought about it. When the time comes, he will appear as a powerful but not exaggerated friendly giant beast. For this, he may need to deliberately suppress his strength, but it is still very cost-effective compared to being too powerful and making the villagers panic.

It is very simple to suppress strength. Just modify the subtle structure of the muscles slightly to reduce the efficiency of force. He is not worried about encountering danger. After so long in this black forest, he has never encountered anything that can be called dangerous. What's more, his most powerful means is not his strong body, but the ice magic. With the ice magic as a trump card, it doesn't matter if the body is weak.

After everything was ready, it gradually got dark.

The villagers closed the gate of the wooden fence tightly, and some particularly strong villagers waited near the gate with weapons in hand. Some agile villagers climbed up the house and were responsible for lookout. Inside the village, around the fence, a bonfire was lit every few steps, and there was a villager guarding almost every bonfire.

The blazing flames illuminated the surroundings, bringing sufficient warmth and more importantly, a sense of security.

The night in the Black Forest was cold and dangerous, and fire was indispensable for the night watchers.

When the moon slowly rose, Sui Xiong, who was lurking in the depths of the woods, felt a strange breath.

Under the open space near the village, chaotic and turbid magic was condensing. Although every night, magic would condense in the Black Forest to form black fog, this was the first time he had seen such powerful magic.

In this Black Forest, condensing magic would turn the bones underground into skeletons that could move. So, what would happen with such powerful magic?

The answer was soon revealed. He clearly felt that countless skeletons were slowly forming underground and would soon break out of the ground.

"Strange... Why are there so many skeletons underground around the village? Where did these skeletons come from? I didn't find them before..."

Sui Xiong muttered to himself in confusion. He was not worried that the skeletons would pose a threat to him, but he just couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that the dead skeletons could actually move underground?

This world is really weird!

After a while, the skeletons had condensed into shape and slowly floated towards the ground. This is also completely contrary to physics. Soil is not water, and skeletons are not fish. Why can they penetrate the soil directly, just like swimming?

Sui Xiong thought while watching the development of the situation.

When the skeletons approached the ground, the roots of the vines left in the farmland emitted a faint golden light, forming a circle of protective shields to stop them.

This protective shield could not last long. The thick magic power quickly gathered from all directions and offset it. In no more than an hour, the golden protective shield was completely eroded by magic, and the roots of the vines all withered and turned into black sawdust.

"No wonder they left a circle of vines near the village. It seems to be for defense." Sui Xiong nodded secretly, "These villagers are worthy of being a nation that can live in the Black Forest. They are well prepared."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but worry.

If the villagers crushed the enemy easily, wouldn't he not be able to appear?

If he couldn't wait for the right opportunity, it would be more troublesome to contact the villagers...

But Sui Xiong soon found that his worries were unnecessary. The magic power gathered around the village became thicker and thicker, and more and more skeletons rose from the ground, gradually reaching tens of thousands. Seeing this terrifying number, it was known that no matter how well the village defended, it would inevitably face a tough battle.

His opportunity to appear would come soon.

Tens of thousands, this is a very wonderful word.

When it appears in a book, even children will not feel anything special; however, when it becomes a reality and appears in front of them, even powerful warriors will be shocked.

If "enemy" is added to this number, it would be a matter of despair.

The thick magic power continued to gather, eroding the protective shield formed by the circle of vines near the village. Although the protective shield formed by the complete vines is much stronger than what the roots can do, it was quickly defeated and turned into black sawdust in the face of the endless magic power backed by the entire Black Forest.

It was even shorter than the time that the roots could delay.

Perhaps this is why the villagers only left a circle of vines. The speed of magic power gathering will become faster and faster. Even if more vines are left, it will not last long. Even if all the vines in the farmland are not harvested, it is nothing more than a waste of food.

For them who are not well-off, such waste is obviously not allowed.

Although the result of losing the battle is mostly death, the result of lack of food in this weird Black Forest is obviously also death. If both are dead, it seems more pleasant to die in battle rather than starvation.

If you can only choose one of the two, most people will choose to eat and drink like a hero and then die happily in battle, rather than being in the predicament of hunger and cold, exhausting their vitality bit by bit and finally dying in despair.

The ancients said, "People are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of death." When the common people can only choose between starving to death and dying in battle, the deterrent power of the state's violent machine will be ineffective against them, and what will happen next is a complete upheaval.

This kind of thing should be similar in any world.

Because of his wild thoughts, Sui Xiong was distracted for a while. When he came to his senses, he found that the battle had already started.

Countless skeletons were rushing towards the village like a black tide, surrounding the entire village. They kept attacking the wooden fence that protected the village, as if they wanted to destroy it. Although the power of each attack was not worth mentioning compared to the solid wooden fence, if it continued to accumulate, the collapse of the entire fence was actually just a matter of time.

The villagers kept attacking these skeletons with burning firewood. The attack power of the firewood itself was about negligible. What really hurt the skeletons was the flames. Whenever the flames touched the skeletons, they would retreat slightly as if they were burned. If you can't avoid it, your body will tremble slightly, and the part burned by the flame will fade slightly.

It's like being exposed to sunlight, although the effect is much worse.

If you look closely, you will find that a thick layer of bones has accumulated on the ground around the fence. The color of the bones is light gray, which means that the power that drives them to stand up as skeletons has dissipated. At least in the short term, it is impossible to turn into something scary again.

Judging from the number of these skeletons, the villagers' struggle is still very effective. But when Sui Xiong looked at the entire battlefield, he couldn't help but feel pessimistic about the situation of the villagers.

The number of skeletons does not seem to have decreased.

He used mental induction to observe the underground and found that the skeletons were still being generated and constantly emerging from the ground. With the support of endless thick magic, the only thing that restricts their number seems to be the size of the open space that can accommodate them.

What the villagers have to fight is not "thousands of enemies", but "thousands of enemies that can be replenished infinitely".

To put it more clearly, the object they are fighting is an endless enemy. There is no possibility of winning this battle.