Chapter 432
In the darkness, a petite figure was laughing in a low voice, as if she was trying her best to suppress her emotions, the emotions that could not wait to destroy everything and turn into a world-ending disaster.
"That little rat came, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm at a critical moment …" a noisy voice came from outside as a few mutated Disasterized Humans reported to her about the situation outside. The voice of the South Sylvan priest seemed to be mixed with the sound of nails scratching against glass, making it very uncomfortable and inaudible.
"What a pity, that kid from the Cloud River tribe. I originally planned to personally guide him to worship the Lord after I was done, but since he ran away, I guess I'll just forget about it!"
Although Yun Yi had all sorts of weaknesses, he also had his strengths. When the Cloud River tribe was struck by disaster, he was affected by it and vaguely touched the name of the Lord of Disaster. After that, he witnessed the destruction of his tribe and the destruction of his people.
After being placed under house arrest in the South Sylvan Tribe, while his conscience was being tortured, he also had to endure the increasingly thick aura of disaster in the South Sylvan Tribe. If a normal person was placed in such an atmosphere, their heart would be filled with the desire to destroy in less than half a month and become a believer of the Lord of Disaster. However, Yun Yi only suffered from mental fatigue.
It was precisely this kind of person that was extremely difficult to bewitch, but once they fell and their thoughts were twisted, they would become even more evil than normal people. In the hundreds of years of life that the South Sylvan priest had lived, she had seen many similar things.
For example, there used to be a Pond Mountain tribe near the South Sylvan Tribe. That tribe had once produced a genius. Even from the perspective of the current world, that person was a genius worthy of recognition. He was loyal to the Pond Mountain tribe and went through life and death situations with an extremely firm will. That young Pond Mountain priest did not want to give up his position so early.
What followed was nothing more than framing and framing. That genius was accused of colluding with other tribes, and those who had received help from him before and said that they would always support him were all silent. He had done too many favors for them.
When you help others too much, and they can't repay this kindness, your help is like a sharp knife stabbing into the other party's self-esteem. This kind of kindness is a great mental burden for the recipient, and at this time, they will often choose an extreme way to repay your kindness.
Most of them even hoped that you would die so that they wouldn't have to repay the kindness. Instead, they would feel relieved and even slander the person who helped them, saying that they had ulterior motives and wanted to repay the kindness. They hoped to use various methods to belittle the person and lower the person's status so that they would feel better.
That genius was like that. Of course, not everyone was so heartless, so he escaped. A few years later, he brought his tribe back. He used to be a friendly and helpful person, but his methods were extremely cruel and tyrannical. He killed his former tribesmen with his own hands, and after that, his way of doing things completely changed, and he became a notorious person.
Although that guy's situation wasn't quite the same as Yun Yi's, the underlying principle was the same. The more you insisted on your bottom line in the past, the more you would realize how foolish you were in the past after being changed.
"But why did the demon race suddenly attack our tribe?" The South Sylvan priest was puzzled. Their tribe was still a certain distance away from the demon race, and their recent plans did not target the demon race. This was a little strange.
"Send someone to investigate! Find any trace of abnormal aura in the place they were searching! "
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On the other side, Yun Yi followed this group of Celestials. The words and actions of these people gradually dispelled Yun Yi's anxiety. They seemed to have a temperament that made people feel at ease.
Especially the eyes of these people, they were always so bright. You couldn't see any wavering in them. It was undeniable that after throwing away his prejudice against the so-called "demon race", Yun Yi's impression of the Celestials had become more and more favorable.
Of course, the appearance of the Celestials had greatly increased the pressure of survival for the Desolate people. This was a fact, and Celestial Bo Nan did not hide it. Their goal was to find the Son of Saint Meng Luo and solve the flaw of the Celestials. Then, with his help, the Celestials would completely occupy the entire Desolate Sacrifice Continent.
From the perspective of the Desolate people, the Celestials were undoubtedly the enemy. However, Yun Yi's own Desolate tribe had already been destroyed, and he had been tortured for so long. His mental state urgently needed to be improved, so when he gradually considered the issue between the Celestials and the Desolate people, he became more and more inclined towards the Celestials.
To the Celestials, anyone who walked the path of eternal peace, or was even willing to walk the path of eternal peace, was a person worthy of respect. They did not oppose Yun Yi joining the Celestials. Relatively speaking, the Celestials valued a person's spirit more than their bloodline.
Soon, the group of people once again tracked Meng Luo's tracks. Noah and Lanshan watched from afar.
If nothing went wrong, Meng Luo would have lured the other Desolate Man Tribes to attack the Nandiu Tribe and succeeded in launching a sneak attack when necessary. Meng Luo's role in this matter was much greater than he had imagined.
After all, the Lord of Disaster did not have a path of success, and his foundation in this world was still weak. He would not be able to withstand the impact of the protagonist's halo. If he did not think of a way, the South Sylvan tribe would become an event on the protagonist's path to showcase his abilities.
Obviously, Negri would not let this happen. With the help of the Sea of Information, he had given Meng Luo the title of the Celestial Son. Once Meng Luo accepted this title and walked the path of eternal peace, the protagonist would become Negri's chess piece.
After all, after infecting a part of the world's consciousness, Negri could also be called the world's consciousness of this world. Although his share was relatively small, it was not a problem for him to take over a protagonist.
The Desolate Sacrifice's consciousness could not allow this to happen. Thus, Meng Luo, who had sent the message and was ready to reap the benefits, was coincidentally discovered by a senior warrior of the Meng Shan tribe.
Left with no other choice, Meng Luo could only flee and leave this place. The warriors of the Meng Shan tribe who were chasing after Meng Luo also accidentally discovered the traces of the Celestials. The two groups had a disagreement and started fighting, allowing Meng Luo to escape and head deeper into the desolate region, where the Celestials could not reach.
However, it was difficult for Meng Luo to participate in the South Sylvan tribe's affairs.
Ordinary disasterized humans were mutated humans with sharp blades and thorns all over their bodies. They were equivalent to warriors who had obtained divine abilities at the first stage of their totem. However, because they did not have any intelligence, although they were not afraid of death, they could easily fall into traps and did not cooperate.
With the alliance of several tribes, there were quite a number of high-level warriors. There were also quite a number of warriors who had completed the path of gathering, and there were also Priests who were secretly holding the line with their secret treasures.
In the beginning, things went quite smoothly. Those disasterized humans did not cooperate at all, and many of them were killed by the long-range attacks of the Sacrificial Curse. A few warriors who had completed the path of gathering even wantonly slaughtered these mindless monsters.
That was until the South Sylvan Priest made her move. When the South Sylvan Priest appeared once again, she completely subverted everyone's impression of her. Her old body had already faded away, and she now looked like a fourteen or fifteen year old little girl. She was about 1.5 meters tall, had slender white hands and feet, and had a tender face.
If it wasn't for her bloodshot eyes from the massacre and destruction, her twisted smile, and her terrifying strength, no one would be willing to believe that this girl was once the South Verdant Priest.
Her strength far exceeded the upper limit of the allied tribes. With her abnormal strength, she tore apart all the attackers' will to fight. The allied tribes suffered a crushing defeat, and many of their warriors died there. Their corpses were kept by the South Sylvan tribe.
More and more black aura surged, and those disasterized humans who had died in battle stood up again under the influence of the black aura.
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