Chapter 429
With the help of Negri's consciousness, the bewitchment of the Disaster Lord progressed rapidly.
As an evil god, the transmission of power was widespread, especially for the chaotic evil gods. They could obtain power quickly.
The Lord of Calamity had an understanding of calamity that far surpassed that of ordinary people. He was currently constructing the Dao and Principles of calamity. The so-called calamity was naturally the destruction of existing things. Storms or flames were not calamities in and of themselves. They were merely natural phenomena. Their actions of destroying things were calamities.
Therefore, anyone could become a disaster. When you destroyed another person's things, you were a disaster to that person.
Therefore, the way for the believers of disaster to increase their power was to become a disaster. They destroyed everything in sight and became a disaster for other things, absorbing the disaster aura that emerged when they were destroyed.
The Nanwei Tribe quickly began a large-scale hunting activity. They cut down trees and hunted down all the prey they could see. They cast large-scale sacrificial spells to destroy the mountains for ore mining.
Some of the surrounding tribes thought that this was the Nanwei Tribe's last struggle.
The entire tribe hunted prey to sacrifice to the Ancestral Wilderness to obtain the Life Source Fetus. During this period, they would produce a lot of sacrificial power, which would be preserved by the Ancestral Wilderness Altar.
Xie Huang and some of the priests needed to use a lot of sacrificial power. The priest's totem alone could not use that much sacrificial power. The sacrificial power was limited, and it would decrease every time it was used.
It was with the help of the sacrificial power that the priests could cast large-scale sacrificial spells. When the tribe encountered an irresistible danger, it could be used to resolve the situation.
As long as they were near the tribe, the priests could use the sacrificial power. This was the tribe's most important guarantee. The priests of the Nanwei Tribe were using the sacrificial power wantonly because they could not hold on any longer. The sacrificial power was attached to the altar and could not be taken away. Once the tribe was disbanded, the priests would no longer be in charge of the altar, and the sacrificial power would dissipate.
The surrounding tribes that were waiting to take over the Nanwei Tribe did not notice anything unusual. However, Yun Yi, who was under house arrest, became more and more terrified.
He could hear a lot of smithing sounds. During this time, the Nanwei Tribe was madly making weapons. He could also hear a lot of abnormal roars. The Desolate Men guarding him at the door were also becoming more and more abnormal. They were sliding from normal to abnormal.
The thick smell of blood could no longer be concealed. A large number of slaves and prey had been killed, but they were not used for sacrificial purposes. Usually, slaves used for sacrificial purposes would be killed quickly, so that they would suffer less pain and fear. This would ensure the quality of the sacrificial offerings. However …
Yun Yi lay on the bed, his body trembling. Those agonizing screams still echoed in his ears. He did not want to think about it, nor did he want to admit that it was all because of him.
He was the one who had brought the name of the Lord of Disaster and the calamity here. He had spread the calamity. The Desolate Men who died tragically were partly because of him.
Yun Yi was a Desolate Man with a conscience. This could be seen from the fact that he had noticed Meng Luo in front of him when he was being chased by monsters.
Only those with a conscience would feel deeply guilty and uneasy because of this. Yun Yi had thick dark circles around his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was especially haggard. These days, his mind had been constantly tortured, and he would occasionally hallucinate and hear things.
On one hand, it was the torment of his conscience, and on the other hand, it was the increasingly frantic throbbing in his heart.
It was as if there was a voice telling him about the wonderful taste of destruction, and how pleasant it was to be the disaster of others.
He could even vaguely sense the increasing disaster atmosphere in the Nandiu Tribe, and he had the urge to join in.
However, his rationality was restraining him. He knew that when he could no longer restrain himself, the Desolate Man named Yun Yi would be dead. What would wake up from this shell would be a complete monster, a monster that was only born to spread disaster.
Yun Yi did not know how much longer he could hold on. Perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps immediately. Of course, his mind was in a mess, and he could no longer tell how much time had passed.
Just like that, his rationality slowly disappeared. Yun Yi, who was slipping into a monster every day, struggled to hold on until a voice rang out.
"Yun Yi, can you hear me?"
This voice was somewhat familiar, Yun Yi thought. He then shook his head, thinking that his auditory hallucinations were getting worse.
This was the truth. Because the Nandiu Tribe worshiped the Disaster Lord on a large scale, Yun Yi was affected to a certain extent. It was getting harder and harder for him to stabilize his mental state. He was only a short while away from going crazy.
"Cheer up, it's me, Meng Luo!" This voice finally caused Yun Yi to have some sort of reaction. Perhaps it was because Meng Luo had saved him before, and he had hallucinated that Meng Luo had come to save him, but this time seemed a little different.
"Look here, I'm here." The voice guided Yun Yi, and he finally saw a small snake in the corner of the wall. It was Meng Luo's totem.
The moment he saw the totem, Yun Yi felt that the scarlet eyes that were filled with resentment were extremely moving.
"Great, this is great!" Tears flowed down Yun Yi's cheeks, and his face was extremely twisted at this moment.
"Don't get too excited. Maintain a stable mental state. You need to calm down!" Meng Luo saw Yun Yi through the totem, and he could not believe that this was the same person he saw a month ago.
A month had passed in the outside world. The Nandiu Tribe did not side with the other tribes as the other tribes had expected. Instead, they started a war. They tore apart all the rules and killed other lives without restraint. At the same time, they used some sort of power to pollute the land, filling it with an ominous aura and seriously destroying the ecological balance of the area.
During this month, Meng Luo did not leave this place. The uneasiness in his heart made him pay attention to the abnormal movements in his surroundings. After he killed that monster last time, his control over the totem had indeed improved.
After all, this was for the world to recover resources. These monsters that had been infected with special knowledge were not enough to make the world's consciousness attack them. Meng Luo killing the monster was a merit, and it could strengthen his connection with the Ancestral Desolate Land. Naturally, he could better control the totem.
It was only when the Nandiu Tribe started a war and kept creating disasters that Meng Luo saw benefits.
This was a disaster. If he could solve this disaster, then he would undoubtedly obtain even more benefits. Previously, Meng Luo was still hesitating about whether or not he should get involved in this mess until he saw his own arrest warrant in the Ancestral Desolate Land.
After Meng Luo escaped, the Priests of the Meng Mountain Tribe chased after him for a while, but they could not find him. So, they issued an arrest warrant to the other Priests in the Ancestral Desolate Land. They were willing to use 100 Embryos of Life as a reward for Meng Luo's life.
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