Behemont backs the depths of the island.
Kuroba woke up from his slumber, he covered his forehead... It was not a good feeling to be killed twice in a row in the dream world.
The first time he woke up from the dream was to look at the crystal ball beside him. This crystal ball was made of an unknown material, and a dull gray sphere was gathered in the center of the crystal ball.
But the dull gray sphere was so small that it was about the size of the fingernail of a little finger.
Kuroba looked at the gray sphere in the crystal ball, and there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.
"You haven't brought me enough nourishment."
A dull voice echoed behind Hei Yu, and he immediately turned around to see a dark figure. His height was at least two meters five, but his limbs were abnormally thin.
The face of this figure wears a mask with a pointed mouth like a bird, and Kuroba can only see the darkness behind the mask's glasses.
"Messenger... Messenger, I met a group of obstructers who can use magic in dreams."
An emotion called fear took over his heart at this moment, and he even knelt directly on the ground to plead for the existence called a messenger.
"But you still failed. Do you know what happens to the loser?"
There was no emotion in the messenger's voice, but Kuroba could feel a biting killing intent surrounding his whole body.
A finger touched Hei Yu's cheek, and Hei Yu could only feel the pain of being corroded by something on his cheek... Fear made his body tremble.
"That's it." The messenger's voice echoed in his ears in a low voice, the fear in Hei Yu's body began to gradually disappear, and his consciousness became a little dazed.
The instinct of fear reminded him to escape from here, and after just a few seconds, the emotion of fear did not exist in his consciousness.
Kuroba's expression gradually calmed down, but it was more like a puppet than calm.
"Your fear is too weak, but I still prefer the hatred you used to hate me."
The messenger commented on the emotions in Kuroba like a gourmet. The fear in the dark elf had become the messenger's food.
It's just that the food is not very tasty, and the amount is too small.
"Continue your work, if you don't want to become 'wood'."
The messenger left this sentence and disappeared in front of Kuroba as a gray fog.
His figure was soon on the other side of the world, in the city of Rongxiang in the country of steel... The figure of 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." Father Gaynko stared at the existence emerging from the magic circle. "The city has also established a quarantine zone."
"Too little, too little seed planted, and the crop far from ripe, my scarecrow..."
The messenger came to the edge of the tower and looked at the city. It was late at night, but the city could still be seen divided into two parts.
Part of it is a walled-off area crammed into the corner of the city, and the other part is… the rest of the city.
This city, which is famous for the production of spices, was terribly quiet at night, because the city owner started martial law at night during this time.
"I can't even smell hatred in this city."
The messenger took a deep sniff. 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 Gaynko said with some dissatisfaction, "Is the riot in the country by the sea still unable to satisfy you?"
Before Father Gaynko could finish speaking, the messenger grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall on the other side.
"This hunger can never be sated, Scarecrow! I need more hatred, and the Land of the Sea is far from enough."
The messenger did not go to see Father Gaynko, but his eyes were always on the city of Rongxiang at night.
In his eyes, the city is just a piece of farmland. He sowed the seeds of hatred in the city. Now the hatred has begun to ferment and slowly grow.
But neither the scale of planting nor the speed of crop growth could satisfy him on this farmland.
"Like a country near the sea, it arouses the collective consciousness of these humans. I like this densely populated city. The more humans there are, the more blind they are."
Father Gaynko was strangled by the messenger, and his body was directly lifted into the air. His breathing was a little difficult, but he had no intention of competing for the messenger's restraint.
The messenger is the existence of the second stratum in the Heresy Tribunal. There are countless believers under each messenger. The messenger he belongs to is called fear, and this messenger... The believers call him hatred.
Needle is this hated believer.
"It looks like I can't count on you anymore, Scarecrow." The messenger seemed to have thought of something, and let go of Father Gaynko's neck.
"Jealousy, disgust, greed are all fertilizers we can use, my friends don't have much patience, 'anger' won't last long in the frost plains, and what's worse is that this time I met in the world of consciousness Tough enemy, so more sustenance is necessary."
Father Gaynko looked at this slender figure coldly, and he once again turned into a gray fog and disappeared in front of Father Gaynko.
In just two hours, Father Gaynko saw flames burning in a corner of the city. If he remembered correctly, where is the seat of a chamber of commerce... a chamber of commerce opened by people from the Land of Frost.
…
A group of city guards wearing airtight armor broke into the Karshilov Chamber of Commerce, and they directly found the daughter of the person in charge of the Chamber of Commerce by violent means.
"You can't do this!" The person in charge of the chamber of commerce looked at everything that happened in the hall, and even took out his staff angrily to attack these guys.
"Your daughter is indeed infected with the plague, and her stay here under the plague control law will only cause worse consequences!"
The city guards who came casually saw the person in charge who took out the staff, and also pulled out the saber they were carrying and prepared for battle.
"How is that possible! Who gave you the power!"
"Skin festering and gray gas will appear when breathing. This is the symptom of plague infection... Mr. Karlshilov, is this an order from the city master himself?"
The captain of the city guard threw a search warrant to the head of the chamber of commerce.
"City Lord? I want to see Sir Herrick!" The person in charge of the Chamber of Commerce shouted loudly to the group of city guards.
"Sorry, because you touched your daughter without any protection, you and everyone in the entire building must be checked." The city guard rejected the person in charge's proposal.
It was too late when he wanted to use magic to resist the atrocities of these city guards, and someone had quietly groped behind him and knocked him unconscious.
"The disease has begun to spread..."
The guard who knocked out the person in charge had already seen the festering marks on the person in charge's neck.
"Burn this place... don't leave anything behind!"