Chapter 936： seed

Bechmont carries the depths of the island.

Black feathers woke up from a deep sleep, he stared at his forehead... The feeling of being killed twice in a dream world was not good.

The first time he woke up from a dream was to look at the crystal ball on his side. This crystal ball is made up of unknown materials, and the center of the crystal ball is gathered with a dim gray sphere.

But the dim gray sphere is very small, so small as a fingernail with a little thumb.

Black feather looked at the gray sphere in the crystal ball, and a lot of cold sweat overflowed on the forehead.

"You didn't bring me enough nutrients."

A dull voice echoed behind Black Feather. He immediately turned around and saw a dark figure. His height was at least two meters and five meters, but his limbs were thin and abnormal.

This figure is wearing a bird-like tip-nosed mask on the face, and the black feather can only see the mask behind the eye lens is dark.

"Trust... messenger, I met a group of obstructors who can use magic in their dreams."

The emotion called fear gave his heart to occupy at this moment, and he even crouched directly on the ground to plead with the existence of the messenger.

"But you still have failed. Do you know the loser's end?"

The voice of the messenger could not hear any emotion, but the black feather could feel a bitter killing around him.

One finger touched the black feather's cheek, and the black feather could only feel the pain of being corroded by his cheeks... The fear made his body unable to tremble.

"That's it." The voice of the messenger whispered in his ear, and the fear in the black feather began to fade away. His consciousness became awkward.

The instinct of fear reminds him to flee from here. After a few seconds, there is no fear in his consciousness.

The black feather expression gradually calmed down, but it was not as calm as a puppet.

"Your fear is too weak, but I still like your previous hatred of me."

The messenger is like a foodie who evaluates the emotions in the black feathers. The fear in the dark elf has become the food of the messenger.

It’s just that this food is not so delicious, and the amount is too little.

"Continue your work, if you don't want to become 'wood'."

The messenger left this sentence and turned it into a fog that disappeared into front of the black feather.

His figure was soon on the other side of the world, in the city of the country of iron and steel... the messenger appeared on a tower on the edge of the city.

An old man in a gray robe in this tower has been waiting for a long time.

"The rumors of the plague have spread out." Father Gainko stared at the presence of the magical array. "The city has also established an isolation zone."

"Too little, too little seed cloth, crops are far from mature, my scarecrow..."

The messenger came to the edge of the tower and looked at the city. The time is late at night, but the city can still be seen divided into two parts.

Part of it is the quarantine area that is crowded in the corner of the city, surrounded by high walls, and the other part is...the rest of the city.

This city, known for its spice production, was quiet and terrible at night, because the city owner began the night of martial law during this time.

"I can't even smell the hate in this city."

The messenger sniffed deeply. Of course, it didn't need to breathe. It didn't smell what he wanted.

"The people in the country of steel are too restrained. I need time." Father Kainko said with some dissatisfaction that "the riots in the country of the sea still can't satisfy you?"

Father Cainko’s words had not been finished yet, and the messenger grabbed his neck with his hand and slammed him against the wall on the other side.

"This feeling of hunger can never be satisfied, Scarecrow! I need more hateful emotions, and the country of the sea is not enough."

The messenger did not go to see Father Gainko, and his eyes were always on the night of the city.

In his eyes, the city is a farmland. He has planted a seed called hatred in the city, and now the hateful mood has begun to ferment and begin to grow slowly.

But this farmland is not satisfied with the scale of planting or the growth rate of crops.

"Like the country of the sea, it arouses the collective consciousness of these human beings. I like this densely populated city. The more humans, the more blind they are."

Father Gainko was stunned by the messenger and his body was directly mentioned in the air. His breathing was somewhat difficult, but there was no thought of competing for the messenger.

The messenger is the second class in the heresy. There are countless believers under each messenger. The messenger to which he belongs is called fear, and this messenger... believers call him hatred.

The needle is the hateful believer.

"It seems that you can't count on you, Scarecrow." The messenger thought of something, loosened the neck of Father Gainko, and he slenderened to the ten fingers close to one meter.

"Oh, disgust, greed, these are the fertilizers we can use. My friends don't have much patience. 'Angry' it won't last long in the frosty plains. What's worse, this time I met in the world of consciousness. Tough enemies, so more nutrients are needed."

Father Gainko looked coldly at this elongated figure, and he once again disappeared into the fog in front of Father Gainko.

In just two hours, Father Gainko saw a flame in the corner of the city. He remembered where it was the location of a chamber of commerce... a chamber of commerce opened by the people of the frost.

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A group of city guards wearing impenetrable armor broke into the Karshilov Chamber of Commerce, and they directly found the daughter of the head of the chamber of commerce by violent means.

"You can't do this!" The head of the chamber of commerce looked at everything that happened in the hall, and even took out the staff in anger and prepared to attack the group of guys.

"Your daughter is indeed infected with the plague. According to the plague control law, she will only have worse consequences after staying here!"

The city guards who came with the opportunity saw the person in charge of the staff and pulled out the sabre that they carried with them to prepare for the battle.

"How is it possible! Who gives you the power!"

"The skin is festering and breathing will have gray gas. This is the symptom of plague infection... Mr. Karlsilov, this is the order issued by the city owner."

The captain of the City Guard took a search warrant and threw it at the head of the Chamber of Commerce.

"City Lord? I want to see Sir Horrick!" The head of the Chamber of Commerce shouted loudly at the group of city guards.

"Sorry, because you have contacted your daughter without any protection, you and the entire building must be inspected." The city guard rejected the person's proposal.

He wanted to use magic to resist the atrocities of these city guards. It was already late, and some people had quietly explored him and knocked him directly behind him.

"The disease has begun to spread..."

The guard who knocked on the person in charge had already seen the trace of the neck of the responsible person already festering.

"Burn it here... don't leave anything!"