Last Totem Novel - Chapter 443
Chapter 443 Decay
On the morning of the Praise of the Gods Festival, there were fine snowflakes floating in the sky. A carriage full of flowers set out from the Divine Rain Prayer Palace and strolled along the streets cut from large pieces of hemp stones.
“Deng … Deng … Deng … Deng … Deng … Deng … Deng … Deng … Deng … Deng … Deng …”
The crisp sound of horse hooves awakened the sleeping city. People rushed into the streets, crowded on both sides of the streets, waving white silver crosses and drawing small flags with rain clouds. They cheered loudly, celebrating the biggest festival of the year and welcoming the arrival of the New Year.
A large float pulled by twelve sturdy Sharks walked at the front of the line. The body was simple and honest. It was carved out of thousand-year-old elm wood from the northern ice plains. It was carved with exquisite patterns, covered with luxurious blankets with golden edges, and covered with beautiful petals.
There was a pretty girl with red lips and white teeth at the horse station. She waved to the crowd on both sides of the street with a charming smile. However, if one looked closely, one would see that there was a trace of haze between her eyebrows.
Mu Yuqin’s heart was in a terrible mood. Her lover was deeply trapped in a swallow, her life and death uncertain, and her avatar lacked skill. It really made her suffer. At this moment, she did not have the mood to participate in the float parade, but as a priest of the Divine Hall of Prayer for Rain, she had an unshirkable responsibility.
The convoy passed through the bustling streets of shops and stopped at Yulu Square in the center of Silver City No. 13.
Amidst the cheers of the sea, the huge curtain slowly opened and the annual salute festival performance began. At the same time, nineteen salute guns rang out. The flagship Prayer Rain flew over with dozens of aircrafts at low altitudes, scattering rainbow-colored scraps of paper. Sandwiched in the snow, the sky was drifting like a fairy tale.
Immediately after, the trombals sounded in unison, and a large orchestra of thousands of people played the music. In an instant, cheerful notes echoed in the air above the plaza, and the crowd gradually quieted down. At this time, the trombone sounded again, and a melodious and profound voice pierced through the layers of symphonies and soared into the clouds. The light melody instantly turned straight, bringing with it a layer of solemnity.
Everyone lowered their heads, clasped their fingers together, placed them in front of their chests, closed their eyes devoutly, and began to sing in a low voice.
In an instant, the ancient ballad was like waves after waves of waves, growing larger and larger until it resounded throughout the heavens and earth. It was as if in the palace on the peak of the Gods Mountain above the clouds, the gods were chanting softly about the beauty and prosperity of the world.
This was the hymn of the gods, the hymn of Notre Dame.
Under the lead of the priests, it was time to perform after singing the hymns. In the warm atmosphere, beautiful young girls, handsome and sunny young men, dignified ladies, loud and clear singing voices of middle-aged men, white-haired old women, and elders with extraordinary bearing all appeared on the stage to perform.
The singing and dancing continued until nightfall. People returned to their homes, their families gathered, thanking the gods for their gifts and praying for riches in the coming year.
After the performance, Mu Yuqinxin changed into a pink evening dress and left Yulu Square. She arrived at the Stadium of Silver City No. 13 to participate in the annual celebration dinner.
This year’s banquet seemed to be somewhat different. As soon as Mu Yuqinxin stepped into the venue, she became the focus of everyone present. The young nobles in the city seemed to have made an appointment. From the moment she entered the door, they continuously sent her flowers to express their admiration. In the past, the Rain Prayer Sacrificial Priest and Mu Yu Ling Lan would definitely not allow them to do so. After all, she was a priest of the Divine Rain Prayer Palace, a nun who served the Rain God. Before officially returning to the mortal world, she could not discuss marriage.
She wanted to ask her sister privately, but she was surrounded by three layers of young nobles, so she couldn’t find any opportunities.
What she didn’t know was that with Mu Yu Ling Lan’s acquiescence, she was already the hottest woman in Silver City # 13 to marry. In her early twenties, she had already crossed the Great Fifth Grade Barrier and become a sixth grade psionic practitioner. In the thirteenth Silver City, it was the one with the best talent after Mu Yu’s Ling Lan. At the same time, she was also the younger sister of the contemporary Rain Prayer Sacrifice, the priest of the Rain Prayer Temple, and had a high status. Coupled with her hot and youthful figure, she had a sweet and lovely appearance. Taken together, she was already a rare woman in the world. Whoever could marry back was blessed by the heavens.
The so-called Great Eighteen Transformations. The little girl who had followed behind the Rain Prayer Sacrificial Priest and whose brilliance was concealed by Mu Yu Ling Lan had already appeared rich and beautiful. She was graceful and graceful, and her entire body was emitting a youthful aura that was about to explode. She was like a natural beauty, causing one’s heart to tremble.
The beauty of Muyu Qinxin was different from Muyu Ling Lan’s ice-cold beauty, her exquisite beauty, Bi Qinglan’s contradictory purity and charm, and Lena’s maturity and charm. It was a kind of vigorous and energetic beauty. It was as if he could be several decades younger with her.
At this moment, Colin Burns and Morton Leylin, who were sitting on the seats, looked at Mu Yuqinxin, who was crowded with young people. They wished they could be 40 or 50 years younger and go down to compete with them. As Brandon Peter looked at the scene in front of him, he couldn’t help but think of the woman who was dressed in white and looked like a mirror lake. The past is vivid in our eyes, and it makes us sigh endlessly. If time could flow backwards, he would rather not possess the might of a Saint than keep her, even for a second. However, she still disappeared, leaving behind only a trace of her remaining memories. In the deepest depths of his heart, there was a secret that he had never told anyone. If one day, the Divine Hall of Prayer Rain encountered a great calamity, he would definitely swear to protect it to the death, because her ashes were buried in the back garden.
Just as Muyuqin was having a headache and the three old men were worried about their gains and losses, Tie Zha, Sandy Bruno, and the club were surrounding a thick candle and eating a salute dinner.
A week ago, the hammer was sent down because his family no longer paid high prison fees for him, leaving him to fend for himself. In addition to dry black bread, there was also a big chicken leg, a few pieces of stewed beef and a small bottle of cheap ale for dinner.
The middle-aged man who had previously called himself “Fifth Brother” was now completely festering and unable to move. He was lying in the hole and waiting for his death. The strange thing was that Tie Zha’s skin, which was originally strong, had also decayed to varying degrees. This phenomenon was especially evident on the body of the hammer. In less than seven days, his skin had already erythema and pus, and it would soon rot in large areas. Also, many red spots appeared on the sand and salt that had been living well all year round.
The red spots reminded Tie Zha of radiation damage in the southern cemetery. When the radiation toxins accumulated in the body to a certain extent, this kind of morbidity would occur. Then the skin will fester in large areas and peel off.
However, where did the radiation pollution come from?
After speaking out the doubts in his heart, Sha Yan, who was sitting cross-legged across from him, seemed to have realized something. He forcefully patted his thigh and loudly said, “I understand!”
“What’s the matter?” Tie Zha asked.
“These dogs!” Sha Yan scolded, then pointed at the black bread in his hand and explained. According to his speculation, the problem was in the food. The water and bread were contaminated by radiation.
“No wonder it tastes so sour.” After saying that, the hammer raised its hand and smashed the black bread onto the ground. The dry crumbs immediately scattered everywhere.
Hearing this speculation, Tie Zha’s heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t hard to tell that the only person worth poisoning was him. With his sensitive identity, it seemed that only after receiving You Ge’s orders would the prison do this. Thinking of this, his heart turned deathly gloomy and he secretly sighed. If he were to die, why would it be so troublesome? As long as he didn’t save him, he would already be a corpse.
“If we don’t eat this, what can we eat?” Sha Yan sighed. He picked up half of the black bread on the ground and stuffed it back into his hands. “Even if you die, you can’t starve to death. How embarrassing!”
The club was stunned for a moment, then lowered its head and thought for a while. Finally, it accepted its fate, picked up the black bread, and silently ate it. Tie Zha closed his eyes and continued to eat.
“Come, drink.” Sha Yan raised the small wine bottle and said, “Happy New Year to us, go to heaven and dry angels in the future.”
“Alright!” The hammer smiled helplessly and raised the small wine bottle.
“Cheers!” Tie Zha also raised the bottle.
The iron-blooded man stuck his head out with a knife, and his head retracted with a knife. Since he was going to die, there was no need to die a loser.
Quentin Mordleton had ordered the radiation-contaminated food to be produced by several prison guards. This time, the three Saint Rankers were strangely slow, as if they hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Of course, Saint Augustman Mordleton would not risk offending his granddaughter. All he had to do was ignore the question, and Quentin would handle the matter properly. On the day of the incident, he could pretend that he didn’t know anything, and even condemn Quentin’s dirty methods.
In short, when necessary, Quentin was a chess piece that could be sacrificed.
However, Quentin was not an idiot. He knew that the Pope would not take on this responsibility. However, the fierce jealousy had already burned his rationality long ago, so he couldn’t care less about it. If he didn’t kill Tie Zha, his heart would never be extinguished, and it would be worse than death.
Just like that, the days passed day by day. Every day, Tie Zha ate black bread and water contaminated by radiation. His body became weaker and weaker, and large patches of his skin suppurated, rotted, and fell off …
More than ten days later, the hammer’s entire body was festering, and its organs were exhausted. As it drank water, it coughed out a large mouthful of pus blood and passed away. When Tie Zha was dealing with the corpse, the arm and calf of the hammer had fallen off, and the state of his death was extremely miserable.
A dozen days later, Sand Salt Bruno, who was supposed to appear at dinner time, did not come back. He searched for several days, but he didn’t find the other party’s corpse. He probably died in the water.
With all his friends dead, Tie Zha returned to his lonely life. Gradually, he felt weaker and weaker. After an unknown amount of time, perhaps a few days, perhaps a few months, until one time, he woke up in a daze, raised his hand, but felt empty. He soon understood that his left arm had fallen off.
In the endless darkness, he felt as if his entire body was being burned by fire, as if a strong acid was corroding his organs and muscles. He struggled to get up and went out to look for food and water, but he couldn’t move his body. In his fierce struggle, his right leg and calf fell off. There was no bleeding, only sticky pus.
“Are you going to die?” His vocal cords were damaged and he couldn’t make a sound, so he could only ask himself in his mind.
In an instant, an indescribable fear surged into his heart, almost suffocating him and causing him to scream out of control. This is an instinctive nature. Any life is afraid of death, even the strongest people are no exception.
The cold and scorching heat spread everywhere. It was as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and it was as if they had fallen into lava. No matter when, they could feel pain.
The bottomless despair was corroding his soul and destroying his will. In the deepest depths of his heart, a small cluster of flames was resisting stubbornly, supporting his final rationality and protecting him from falling into complete madness.
“I am the Vast Expanse Sword, Northess!”
Whenever he shouted these words in his heart, he would have the courage to resist the pain and fear. This was his pride, his glory, allowing him to face death calmly. However, he didn’t know how long he could last. Perhaps, when that moment truly arrived, he would still feel scared. He still clearly remembered that before the club died, it hissed at his mother with all its strength. The last moment of despair and fear was written all over his swollen and pale face.
The remaining bit of reason told him that even if he could get out now, it would be useless. His body had been permanently wounded and it was impossible for him to recover. Wolves without sharp fangs and eagles without sharp claws no longer had any meaning to survive.
He didn’t know what he was insisting on.
Perhaps, it was time to rest.
At this moment, the only regret was not being able to see her again.
Just like when the hammer was about to die, he would think of his mother. When he was about to die, he would think of her, the woman who had given him all the warmth.
He subconsciously groped, found the bug flute hanging around his neck, put it into his mouth, and gently blew it.
This was a silent flute, with only a faint sound, but it made him feel incomparably at ease. Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to Tie Shan Town, whispering to her on the wide sofa, whispering in his ears.
He couldn’t help but imagine that if everything could be replayed, would he still leave her?
At least at this moment, he could answer willfully, “No!”
He used his last life to play the bug flute and fantasize about the miracle.
Travelers in the sand sea always said that the heavens would care for those who persevered until the end. The oasis in the desert was right in front of them and would always appear inadvertently.
Then, a miracle really occurred!
Suddenly, a loud explosion came from afar. It was like spring thunder exploding, and the nine heavenly dragons roared. Then, with a loud “boom”, the entire world shook.
In an instant, the rubble collapsed, the sea boiled, and countless strands of sunlight shot in.
Immediately after, a majestic figure appeared in the dazzling light and rushed over like a bamboo. Everything in front of her shattered like paper under her devastating power. A powerful wave of air instantly engulfed the entire underground space and whistled past his ears. In the next instant, she seemed to tear apart the void, appearing directly in front of him and embracing his broken body in her arms.
At the same time, three figures soared into the sky, but she shouted and forcefully stopped them.
“Get lost!” Heaven-shaking and earth-shattering cries of rage could be heard from afar, as if there was only one voice between heaven and earth.
The three Saint Rankers retreated several thousand meters at the same time, not daring to touch their edges. The enraged dragonizer caused the surrounding space to tremble, as if it would shatter at any moment.
In the next moment, the air around her surged, and then with a “menacing” sound, she separated the sea water and transformed into a crimson meteor that flew towards the north.