Under, Elden Sword Saint

Xiapolili?

The Rhododendron soldiers stationed there quickly came and nailed the emaciated lunatic to the ground with a long gun. Lighting an oil lamp, throwing it around, while roaring ominously.

The house was set on fire, and the Dujuan soldiers who came back to their senses killed it again, and then shouted at the people around:

“What are you doing in a daze, put out the fire!”

Everyone woke up like a dream, and quickly took pots and pans to fetch water from the lake, and finally calmed down after a while.

Except for the crying homeowner and the soldiers looking at each other, there are only a few mutilated corpses on the ground and houses smoking lightly.

Tang En sat motionless in the shop, taking a panoramic view of the farce, and listening to the conversations of the diners by the way.

“In ten days, this is the second time something went wrong.”

“Yeah, the perfumer I hired didn’t work. I asked the priest, but he couldn’t answer it either.”

“There is a war going on outside, and more and more people are suffering from illnesses. This world still makes it difficult for people to live.”

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Tang En has always had doubts. The people are very fragile, but also very strong. Like weeds, they will always struggle to restore their lives after the war.

The Shattered War did spread to the entire borderland, but the demigods were not fools. If they drove all the people away, who would they collect taxes from and where would they recruit troops? With the end of the war, the borderland should have been restored to prosperity long ago.

But what the faded person saw was ruins all over the ground, emaciated and deformed people, and few people could speak well. This is definitely not a tragic image that war can bring.

Seeing this farce, he finally understood that only when the concept of “normal people” is stripped away, the world will appear to be doomed. If two lunatics make a scene like this, if there are two hundred or two thousand, this town will probably be destroyed immediately. Turn it into ruins, and when the faders come, won’t there be only ruins left?

“Is it a blessing or a curse?” Tang En rubbed his eyes. In fact, this is quite normal. People have traveled all the way to border areas and fought countless wars just to give blessings to others?

how is this possible!

Tang En even felt that there must be a problem with the removal of ‘death’ from the Golden Law, but it never showed up in the past. As for why these problems appear now—

“Is it the sequelae of the shattered Elden Circle?”

He made a guess, and included dementia in the scope of investigation by the way. There was no other reason, and this body was also blessed. Tang En didn’t want to become dementia for no reason.

Putting a few runes on the table, he put on the hood and left the small shop, directly catching up with the cuckoo soldiers. The latter looked at each other when they saw a magician coming, and the leading squad leader hurried up to meet them.

“Your Excellency, what do you want from us?” The team leader was very polite. After all, the college is still their employer.

“How much do you know about those dementias? Tell me all the information.” Tang En asked in an arrogant tone, and took out a pen and paper by the way.

The team leader was obviously stunned for a moment, and wondered why these dead houses who were immersed in studying knowledge suddenly cared about people’s livelihood. Fortunately, magicians are scholars, so he didn’t think much about it.

“Dementia appeared in the town a long time ago, but it has become more and more frequent recently. We have dealt with about ten people, all of whom suddenly went crazy.”

randomness.

Tang En nodded, and asked again: “Did there appear in the army?”

“Not yet, but some brothers said that their memory is not very good, and the master knights don’t feel it.”

Disease according to individual strength.

Tang En made another note and asked again: “What about the symptoms, are they all aggressive?”

“That’s not true. For example, there are a few people on North Street who are sick but do nothing. We don’t care about it. We just ask their family members to report on time.”

Are the symptoms different?

“Take me over there to have a look.”

A few soldiers didn’t care, and immediately led Tang En to the north. It was the ferry of the town, and the pedestrians were more dense. They walked through the streets and came to a wooden shed.

Most of the residents here are ferry coolies, garbage can be seen everywhere, and there is a sour smell in the air. Ordinary magicians should go back here. Unexpectedly, Tang En didn’t care at all. Details can be suspicious.

The identity was so suitable that the soldiers had no doubts at all. Tang En looked around and found that the doors in the alley were closed, and it was difficult to see a figure. However, he saw a bald head putting some bread in front of the door. Leng.

He had seen that person before, and it was the apprentice apprentice who served him food at the welcoming party, and the other party also saw Tang En, and stood there in astonishment, somewhat at a loss.

“Your Excellency? Do you want to arrest that man for interrogation?” Captain Du Juan also saw this sneaky bald head, and because the latter was not wearing a magician’s robe, he immediately became vicious.

“No, don’t waste time.” Tang En nodded slightly as a greeting, and stepped into the wooden shed first.

The room was even more smelly, there were picked up pots and pans and leftovers everywhere, and the team leader looked around and immediately cursed.

“That stinky bitch really ran away, didn’t you let her look after her?”

Tang En didn’t have the time to care about these parents. He walked to the bed and saw a man lying on the bed. He didn’t have a trace of fat. He was as thin as dry wood and looked a little deformed.

Tang En kicked the bed, the man opened his eyes like a conditioned reflex, the golden blessing in his eyes still exists, onlyIt’s the eyes that are lifeless, without the slightest aura.

Symptoms are somewhat similar to Alzheimer’s.

Just as he was thinking, he saw this corpse-like man sitting up, and the soldiers hurriedly held their hands on the hilt of the sword. As a result, the man seemed to be unable to see them, and ran to the water tank to drink the stinky water , and then staggered back on the bed, continuing to stare at the ceiling with blank eyes.

Tang En didn’t move a step, a chill went straight to the top of his head, and he finally knew what words were the most appropriate to describe it.

The walking dead.

Except for some instincts, this man is no longer a ‘human’, he has no sanity, and only maintains his life without extinction. You must know that under the blessing, the golden people will not get sick or die of old age. This walking corpse will stay here forever, unless one day the wooden shed that is in disrepair smashes it into meat paste.

The room was terribly quiet, even a bloody battlefield was more enjoyable than watching a walking dead.

The team leader swallowed, and quietly walked to Tang En’s side: “Your Excellency, do you have a solution?”

“No.” Tang En replied decisively, he was not Malika.

Then why are you here?

The team leader was a little speechless. The room was really smelly, so he beat his chest: “We still have patrol missions, so take your time.”

As he spoke, he beckoned and led the brothers away, leaving the weird magician in the room.

Tang En ignored them, and fell into deep thinking. After studying with Se Lian for a period of time, not to mention the combat power, the analysis ability has been greatly improved.

After hesitating for a moment, he smashed the staff on the man’s face, the light illuminated the distorted face, and then the pyroxene magic stone relieved him of eternal pain.

Bombing directly, Tang En closed his eyes, carefully feeling the energy looted by Long Yin, and slowly opened them after a few seconds.

“Not even a hound, it’s negligible.”

It doesn’t count how many levels Tang En has raised now. When he has nothing to do, he has tried it with hounds and even crabs. Can’t feel it.

Only he can do this kind of experiment. It is known that what Long Yin robs is life force and soul, so why is a human being with blessings not as good as a dog?

“It’s not so much a physical illness, but does its root come from the soul? It’s like being drained in advance, leaving only a faint trace to maintain ‘immortality’.”

Tang En pinched his chin like Serlian, thinking about the nature of ‘dementia’. This is the real catastrophe, which will destroy the boundary from the root.

So is it made of golden tree?

Combining the memories of the previous two lives, he thinks it is, and it is mostly related to the breaking of Elden’s ring. After all, there is no word of “dementia” in “Golden Age”, which proves that there was no case before the ring was broken.

Studying medicine can’t save the border land, no wonder the golden tree is willing to abandon all the demigods to restore the ring, and if it spreads, how can the golden tree continue to exhaust its resources.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly clenched his staff, turned and pointed to the door: “Who!?”

The opened wooden door was rattled by the breeze, and a ghostly figure appeared. He was wearing a priest’s robe, but he used a nondescript bamboo hat to cover his face.

“I didn’t expect a magician to start caring about dementia. It is right to relieve his pain, because it is doomed to be futile, just like no matter how strong the order is, it will collapse.” A deep male voice came, and the priest stopped at the door , and lightly pressed the bamboo hat with his hand.

“Who are you? What’s your business looking for me?” Tang En turned around and stared at the other party, feeling a strange strength, like a flower in a mirror, like a moon in water, which can be seen clearly but cannot be touched.

“Because you want to explore the truth.” The man bent slightly and bowed:

“My name is Chapolilli, would you be interested in learning about a new belief?”

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