kingnovel Chapter 370 Burial
Chapter 370 Burial
Nun, nun.
She was on fire.
Her body turned to firewood, her flesh crackling.
Her experiences at Zhongsi Academy, the scriptures she learned in the temple, and the hymns she chanted loudly on the battlefield were all reduced to ashes in the flames.
But Howard could clearly hear her crying and laughing.
She was crying, crying for the deception she had suffered.
She was laughing, laughing at the end of the deception.
She knelt on the ground, stretched her hands towards the sky, and prayed to the ethereal heaven.
She finally saw clearly that she had been deceived for so long.
The Empire and Chaos are both equally disgusting things.
The nun's vocal cords had been burned, flames surged in her throat, and her voice was like sand blown by the wind. She had never read the cult texts of Chaos, but when she prayed to the Most High from the bottom of her heart, blasphemous prayers came out automatically.
Howard broke free from the Eldar holding him and rushed towards the nun, biting his own arm hard and tearing bloody chunks of flesh from it.
Sister, don't do this, you are doing something that you will regret for the rest of your life.
I understand that you have been deceived, and I understand your anger even more, but hating the Empire does not mean you have to throw yourself into the arms of Chaos. You are not those desperate refugees in Kalimdor. You still have a chance to leave the Empire and become an ordinary person.
Howard rushed to the nun, holding the meat he had just bitten off in his hand, and wanted to put it into the flames and put it into the nun's mouth.
But at this moment, his wrist was grabbed by two slender fingers, and he could no longer move forward even an inch.
Howard looked fiercely at the person who was trying to stop him, but froze the moment he saw the other person's face clearly.
The one who stopped him was none other than Freya.
Freya was wearing a mysterious and gorgeous purple robe with a shawl with golden bells hanging from her shoulders, like a witch living in an ancient castle in a fairy tale.
"To try your best to make it to the end, only to be betrayed by your own people, what a cliché but interesting story." Freya looked at Howard with a smile, then she let go of Howard's wrist, and her fingertips touched Howard's face lightly, helping him smooth out the wrinkles left by his fierce expression.
"When you first came to this planet, I invited you to go back, but you insisted on staying. Is what is happening now what you expected?" Freya asked with a smile again.
"I! I don't need you! This isn't over yet, why did you come out?!" Howard didn't care about maintaining any superficial harmony at this moment. He broke away from Freya and yelled at the big demon: "Why did you come out?!"
"How I wish every time I appear is for you, but I'm sorry, this time is not the case." Freya looked at the burning nun and said, "This time, I am here for this child."
Howard followed Freya's gaze and looked at the burning nun. Her flesh and blood had long been burned away, leaving only a layer of charred residue covering her bones, maintaining her posture of praying to the sky.
But Howard's gaze was like a splash of oil thrown into the flames. The flames that had been gradually extinguished rose again under Howard's gaze. The flames were as red as blood and wrapped around the nun's remains like a cloak.
Through the flickering flames, Howard could only see the nun's skeleton turning into a constantly twisting black shadow, like the wick of a candle wrapped in flames.
However, as the scarlet blood flame grew stronger and stronger, the wick that was supposed to be burned and consumed was also growing.
The wick continued to grow taller and larger, with countless fangs and spikes growing out of it.
The blood flames burst out and twisted into an angry and roaring face.
When this giant face appeared, the blood of all living things on Karenya boiled. They felt a sudden surge of strength beyond their usual strength in their bodies, and a strong urge forced them to tear apart all living things within their sight.
The roars from the distant battlefield suddenly rose several levels. Under the influence of this inexplicable force, many soldiers who were lying on the ground and dying struggled to stand up again, dragging their broken bodies and attacking the enemy.
Freya watched the drama and only commented after it reached its climax:
"That won't do. The person we choose can't be snatched away by others."
After saying that, Freya handed Howard a dagger made of purple crystal.
"Go wake her up, go save her, this is your last chance."
Howard rushed into the flames, which licked his skin but could not hurt him at all.
The strong wind pressed down his body, and the raised sand blurred his vision. He was buried in the yellow sand below his knees, but he still raised his hands to shield his eyes, and walked towards the center of the flames step by step with difficulty against the strong wind and heat wave.
Vaguely, he saw a monster.
This monster looked like a lump of flesh, covered with claws, fangs, and nameless sharp growths. It was covered in a dark red shell, and blood was flowing continuously in the cracks of the shell.
The monster continued to grow, and the pink flesh inside pushed open the shell and squirmed out, then hardened again under the burning flames, and then burst again under the growth of new flesh.
This is not a nun, but a demon that is trying to descend into the world through the nun's body.
The nun's soul was imprisoned in the monster's body, and Howard heard her screams.
He held the dagger Freya had given him in his hand and walked towards the monster.
In response to Howard's approach, the monster spewed out hot breath as a warning, but did not launch an attack beyond the warning. As the distance between Howard and it continued to narrow, it actually made moves to dodge and escape.
But this monster had not yet fully grown, and it could not move its body at all. It could only watch Howard walk towards it step by step.
Standing within reach of the monster, Howard held the dagger Freya gave him in both hands, with the tip pointing at the monster.
Howard knew how to use the dagger without any explanation.
But he deflected the sharp tip and stabbed it into his own heart.
What awakening, what saving, it's just another lie.
He knew he couldn't save the nun.
He chose to be buried with the nun.