Tomie's Unlimited Journey

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

"Kill it!! We can live!"

"Die monster!"

"Come on! It's dying!"

...The sound comes from the dungeon!

After walking only a dozen steps, he heard the roar from the soldiers, and Woruf quickly rushed towards the dungeon.

What came into view was a scene like a hell on earth. A large number of corpses were stacked together like rags. The broken limbs almost blocked the narrow intersection. The strong smell of blood made Woruf, who was used to seeing dead people,

I couldn't help but feel nauseated.

Stepping on the gurgling blood, he pushed aside the corpses blocking the way. He slowly squeezed in, and finally pushed away the last corpse. The battle seemed to be over in front of him. Seven or eight soldiers were surrounding a corpse.

The huge corpse was stabbed back and forth with spears.

"Hey! What's happening here!"

"Captain Woruf! It's John! He's crazy! Turned into a monster!"

The soldiers talked about what they had seen and heard, but maybe because they were too panicked, he couldn't understand them even after they talked for a long time.

Woruf came to John's body. At this time, John looked like a pile of minced meat, and it was impossible to identify whether it was John himself.

"Where's the guard chief Brucudo?"

The captain of the guard, Brucudo, was the most powerful martial artist among his men. He had helped him eliminate powerful enemies several times, and he was considered his right-hand man.

"The guard is the chief..."

The soldier pointed hesitantly at a corner, where there was a torn corpse with only half a head left.

Woruf stepped forward and saw that it was really the body of the guard chief himself. It was really hard for him to believe that a man with such superb martial arts died like this.

It took him a long time to understand the general situation from several soldiers.

"In other words, in the middle of the night, John suddenly attacked you like crazy, and became more and more powerful during the battle. He could tear a living person in half with his bare hands, and then he killed people all the way to the heavily guarded

Dungeon, in the end you sacrificed forty-nine people including the head guard to kill him completely..."

Wolf glanced at the remaining eight people. He knew that the death toll was definitely more than that. Such a big movement should have alerted others, but after so long, not even a single person came.

"Go out first to see if anything happened to the others, and then gather the remaining people together."

...Forty-nine people, including the six who died at the door, have been reduced to fifty-five. If he kills several patrol teams, the loss will be too great.

Sure enough, they found the mutilated bodies of the patrols along the way. A total of two groups of people were found, as well as some soldiers who heard the sound of fighting and came over but were killed. The total number of dead was exactly 112!

"Take the body out and cremate it... We are very busy tonight."

Looking at the red moon in the sky, Woruf even wondered if he was still dreaming. The fortress of 582 people suddenly lost 112 people, leaving only 470 people.

Well, if it weren't for the three hundred men sent by the Grand Duke, this Wolf's Mouth could be said to have been semi-fallen.

"I didn't expect that even though I had strengthened my defenses, unexpected situations still occurred."

Woruf was wondering whether he should invite some priests over tomorrow. Perhaps too many people died in the mouth of the wolf, which led to such strange things. The corpses must be disposed of as soon as possible, otherwise it may cause a plague.

The second day.

Something even more worrying happened.

The bodies of a man and a woman who had been beheaded before were missing, and the soldiers on duty that night found nothing unusual.

"Damn it! How dare these untouchables do this! Don't they know what will happen if they take the corpse of a rebel without permission?!"

Woruf slapped the table hard, venting his anger. What happened last night made him a little nervous. He really couldn't keep calm at this time.

"Let me check! If you find out, catch them immediately! Cut off their heads! Cut them all off!"

After venting his anger, Woruf felt a little happier. As for the body? He knew that he would probably not be able to find it, and most of his soldiers would go back to the village to catch a few people to take the blame. But what does this have to do with him, Woruf?

"What do you think of what happened last night?"

"It's too mysterious. One person slaughters one hundred and twelve people?"

"I think there are about twenty top-notch players coming in."

"You didn't look at the appearance of the corpse. It doesn't look like it was made by a human being."

More than twenty soldiers were bragging and beating as they approached the village, but the strange thing was that no villagers came out to do farm work early in the morning, and not even a ghost could be seen.

"They're a bunch of bastards! If they don't work, then we'll collect taxes and see what they eat?!"

The soldier cursed.

"This is the only one, who can tell him to be closest to us!"

They came to a closed door and kicked the dilapidated wooden door open with a strong kick.

The room was very quiet, and the slightly reddish sunlight filtered into the room through the cracks, making it appear peaceful and eerie.

"Hey! Is there anyone there?"

Pulling out his sword with a bang, the soldier walked towards a closed door and kicked it open again.

Inside, an old man and a young man were kneeling on the ground and praying to something. Each of them had a piece of exquisitely carved red jade in their hands. The jade was flawless and red, and looked like water droplets about to fall.

"What are you going to do!"

When the old man saw the soldiers who broke in, he stood up angrily and asked. The young man beside him also looked unkind.

"Hmph! Old man! We suspect that you are collaborating with the enemy. Come with us!"

The soldier pointed his sword at the two of them. If they resisted, they would be chopped to death. Woruf didn't say he would live anyway. The most important thing was that the jade in their hands aroused his greed.

"Let me forget it. They are believers of the Lord of the Red River, and so am I."

Another soldier suddenly spoke to persuade.

"Lord of the Red River!? What is that thing? Can it be eaten or can it be done?!"

The soldier captain obviously didn't like this, and he spouted obscene words casually.

"I heard that it is a new cult that has spread widely among the untouchables recently. Once the rebels are completely dealt with, the Grand Duke will probably suppress them."

"It's not an exaggeration to kill a group of cultists, but brother, you'd better quit as soon as possible, otherwise you may not be able to get out by then."

"Hey... this is impossible. The Lord of the Red River is the true God in the world. She can give us endless power. Unlike other gods, no matter how much we pray, it will have no effect."

"Oh? Why don't you let me see your "infinite" power?"

"hehe……"

The young soldier seemed to have a bad look on his face. He drew his iron sword and pointed it at the others alone.

"Guys, I think this guy is crazy!"

"It's nothing more than a new soldier. Grandpa will teach him how to behave today!"

brush!

I saw a flash of sword light, and the head of the soldier floated high, falling far away into the field beside him.