Chapter 727

"Where are the candidates?"

When the bell messenger spoke, his voice was like a pot of boiling hot oil.

"They're here."

In the distance, escorted by several tall soldiers, dozens of frightened children were bound by ropes and sent to the giant holding the copper bell.

Beaville was one of them. He was just an ordinary child. His father was a doctor, but in this morning, the world he knew was torn to pieces.

These terrible giants, carrying a deadly plague, visited his home and destroyed everything about him, including his parents.

Now, he must also face the choice of fate.

"Kneel down."

A majestic voice came out, and all the children knelt on the rubble all over the ground at the same time.

The bronze bell giant walked up to a child, looked at him for a moment, and then touched each other's face with his hand.

"Ah --!"

The next moment, the child screamed miserably, his face began to breed chickenpox and scars, and then his whole body.

He scratched himself in pain and even tore off his skin a little. This scene made some children pee directly - literally.

When he fell to the ground and rotted for a third, he didn't even breathe, and the giant had come to another child.

"Too fragile."

After the cruel ruling, there was another more cruel death.

"Blood is impure and has a slight tendency of variation."

"Cowardice."

"Despicable."

"Spoiled."

………………

Finally, at beaville, ten children had "died" before. Although they were still breathing, their appearance was no different from death - perhaps death was more merciful.

When the bronze bell giant came in front of him, beaville realized that the other party was so huge, and the body was much larger than she thought, scattering amazing halos, making him want to gasp.

He tried to look away, but the other party's yellow eyes stared at him.

"I... I'm not afraid of you!"

After summoning up the courage to say this, the other party just gave him a sarcastic look, as if saying, don't give me this.

The next second, the bronze bell giant grabbed his chin and raised it, fixed it in the armor of the rusty hand armor, and made his gaze last for a while.

Beaville had to look back at each other, and then he found himself in a terrible world.

In that world, dead people appeared again, their facial features had been distorted, their eyes were so empty, their limbs twisted stiffly, as if trying to crawl forward to survive - no, they were all dead.

The rotten skin was so loose on the head, and the things in the eyes had already been lost at this time, constantly flowing out disgusting white pus.

They moved forward and shook. With each step, the flesh and blood cracked and exposed the scene below - rotten and black rotten meat continued to slide from the body with the stench, and new tissue grew from the gap to cover the bones stained with green oil, and then rotted and fell off with the next activity.

In this cycle of corruption, everything is so desperate and so afraid.

In the distance, the huge demons were laughing. Every breath they inhaled would crack their belly, and every breath would bring out a smelly cloud, which was full of flies as big as heads.

Beaville was in this rotten garden. He just wanted to escape desperately, but the fallen body kept standing up, looking for the living people around him, trying to catch him, tear him, devour him, until it turned into a broken body like them.

The boy climbed a hill. His boots were stained with dirt on the ground, and his clothes were incomplete, stained with pus and oil.

Then he saw——

The devil in the middle, no, it seems to be a God, respected by the demons around, and returned with his father's love.

It shakes a twisted spire, like stirring a pot of thick soup, and the whole earth fluctuates with it. The meaning and law are destroyed. Existence is just the kindness it gives. If he wants, everything will be corrupt!

Beaville heard his parents' call and told him his love.

So, the last trace of reason is indifferent.

How long has it been? An hour, a day, a hundred years, nothing seems to have happened.

Everything in the garden was laughing, twisting and blaspheming. They were laughing, watching, playing and serving, while beaville was watching and praising.

"Good, a qualified person."

The bronze bell giant loosened beaville's chin, and now there was a profane mark on the boy's forehead.

"Blessed by the immortal loving father, you will plant sacred seeds and become our brothers in the future."

Chanting a loud oath, the bronze bell roared three times.

"Ferryman ngarta, urgent order."

Suddenly, a soldier came striding. He was buzzing around a group of flies.

The bell messenger opened the wet parchment and immediately made a surprised sound.

"Amegiddoton?"

At this time, a soldier behind him seemed to guess something and whispered:

"Command from parent."

Ngarta coughed and waved to the soldiers who escorted the boys.

"The harvest will continue and Sergeant Mita will take over my duties."

Then he summoned the soldiers who delivered the orders to him, and they went to a quiet corner.

"You must know some news, don't you?"

"I've heard something, brother, but... It's just rumors."

"Tell me."

The knell messenger belched and spit out a pile of creeping maggots.

"It is rumored that... The sacred garden was suddenly angry. The mother received an instruction to find something."

As early as a week ago, the news spread all over the Legion like a plague. Somehow, it crossed the huge gap in non space, was heard and relayed, and some doubts arose.

After all, I haven't given orders to the Legion for a long time.

"But the place in amegiddoton, you know, is so eye-catching..."

The helmet of the soldier who delivered the order cracked a gap, revealing a barb like fine teeth, like a bloodthirsty eel.

"Of course, we all know what's going on there, but the mother ordered us to find something, but not let us capture the world. Maybe... We can try to make a deal with those guys."

"Those guys --"

Ngarta nodded thoughtfully.

"It's a way. Let nurudin contact them and say that all prices are easy to talk about, but we must get the information we need!"

The messenger nodded, turned and left, and the buzzing flies left and followed.

The messenger of the death knell stood in the shadow, his eyes shining, as if thinking about something——

"The last daughter of Isha... If I give her to my loving father, I will set foot on the road of glory!"