Burning the world from pirates.

Chapter 1940 The Black World

In the sea of ​​thoughts.

The God of the Abyss has been furious for a long time, and the subconscious sea of ​​the human mind has been eroded.

Yes, although it sounds incredible, there is a corner of this abyss that is already burned by a tiny flame.

It is a force that is similar to but opposite to evil thoughts.

Although He mobilized all His strength to try to extinguish the fire, it had no effect, and instead more areas were infected by red.

It was just a tiny area compared to the vast Sea of ​​Thoughts, but He did not see any solution on the timeline.

The other party's source of power is also human.

Human beings created God, and God weaves the destiny of human beings.

The mutually reinforcing relationship makes the God of the Abyss very sensitive to this kind of invasion.

What if it is replaced?

So he could only vent his anger on the four gods who had returned to their positions.

【Whatever you do, kill the red.】

The four demons on God's hand were now kneeling in the void with faces full of fear.

He stood up only after the will of the abyss faded away.

On the Hand of God, several great demons are worried, which is very rare in the past few thousand years.

They understand the law of cause and effect and manipulate the fate of mankind, but even the Will of the Abyss cannot find the source of red, and they can only think like mortals.

What is red?

[How to kill red? ]

Ultimately, the leader of God's Hand, also known as "Archangel", Boyd, gave the order.

[Let Behelet follow the law of cause and effect and spread across the continent. ]

[Let all the apostles search for us. We will come to this world at any time to wipe out any suspicious existence.]

Regardless of whether the other three demons had been dealing with each other before or not, they now all expressed their agreement with the chief demon who was born as a great sage.

No matter what, as long as something abnormal occurs, it will trigger extreme emotions.

As long as we descend from another dimension, everything red must die.

With the activation of the Sea of ​​Thoughts and the orders of the four God's Hands that have returned, the continent has entered the eve of the Dark Age.

The sea of ​​thoughts, which is a combination of human subconsciousness or negative consciousness, constantly affects everyone in this world.

Emotions such as anxiety, tension, anger, frustration, sadness, and pain surge from deep within.

This gave rise to original sins such as jealousy, hatred, killing, lust, etc.

Mercenaries received countless war commissions, nobles were trying to vent their desires, and even commoners could fall into depravity in a moment.

The world becomes more and more chaotic, and the hand of God descends more and more frequently.

But what about red?
In this world.

Guts, who was involved in various mercenary groups, was sleeping in the tent at this moment.

Because of the trauma of his childhood, he can only fall asleep peacefully holding his weapon.

In his dream, he came to a terrible world, a world even more hellish than the current one.

There is a terrible mark on his body, which will bring disaster wherever he goes.

Those legendary demons, monsters, etc. all appeared in his life, constantly chasing and killing him.

It's like Donovan's shadow.

Feeling extremely depressed, he woke up from his sleep and squatted in the corner holding his sword as usual.

Having nightmares is a very normal thing on this continent. Everyone has nightmares, either indulging in desires or being awakened by desires.

The next day was another killing spree. He received his reward which had been deducted several levels, and then went out to find a water source to wash his body and equipment.

On the way, he killed several so-called companions who were hunting him.

Those bastards had been eyeing his wallet for a long time, and he was experiencing betrayal like this every day.

Mercenaries with nothing are just a pack of wild dogs.

On the way back to the camp, Gus met a strange man.

Black hair and black eyes are not very common on the mainland.

The young man was currently sitting cross-legged in meditation in the wilderness.

A focused look can bring endless peace to people.

Guts watched for a long time without realizing it, and when he reacted, he immediately placed his hand on the hilt of the greatsword behind him with caution.

This shouldn't be the case. His many years of mercenary career have made him alert at all times.

But just now I actually let my guard down.

Because of the atmosphere of stability and peace.

The other person's temperament gave a feeling that he did not belong to this land. He was different from the city people and upper-class people Guts had met. It was hard to describe.

After looking at it again, I found more suspicious points.

The other person was not wearing any armor, and there was a gray iron bar casually inserted at his feet.

According to the fighting style of this world, armor and horses are more important than weapons.

Gus couldn't see clearly for a moment, so he chose to stay away.

And Noah happened to open his eyes and sighed.

He felt very distressed as he had just come into this world.

The upper limit of this world is very high, and it can withstand all kinds of physical strength and willpower.

The body that lost the power of the giant became weaker than ever before, but it only took a few days to cultivate powerful strength again.

The reason for sighing is that this world is too sick.

The dark side of human nature constitutes an extremely huge background, and the world is hell.

It might take some effort to help myself in the sea of ​​thoughts.

Of course, meeting Guts here is a kind of luck, but the other party is not yet prepared for it.

"Do you want to truly live, young man?"

Guts was not interested. He was now just a talented swordsman with considerable talent but lack of goals.

Things like living and life are boring words to young people.

Noah shrugged and brought up Wado Ichimonji.

"Well, I'm old."

"According to the normal process, we should fight first and then talk about the matter."

Guts also drew his sword. Indeed, this was the proper way to greet someone on the continent.

The boy planned to chop down this weird pretty boy immediately.

His swordsmanship is the basic swordsmanship of a mercenary combined with his own style acquired from more than ten years of experience on the battlefield.

A simple, efficient heavy sword that can cut through heavy armor.

So the first strike of the sword knew the outcome was decided, and the thin iron bar could not stop it.
clang! !

Guts's arm went numb, and the reaction forced him to step back.

"this!!!"

"Just simple blocking and simple sword swings."

Noah smiled and continued to swing his sword one after another.

It is difficult for a protagonist like him to be listened to by a gentle voice. Only constant pressure can leave a deep impression.

The sound of blacksmithing rang out across the wasteland. There was no skill so high that it was astonishing, and no speed so fast that it was impossible to dodge.

The tremendous force carried by each sword made it extremely difficult for the young swordsman to support himself. Deep pits were created one after another under his feet, and the blood dripping from his arms followed along the way.

When Guts was leaning against the big tree, he felt a chill in his heart and had no way to retreat.

“That’s power.”

The last sword fell with a terrifying momentum, and the heavy feeling as if the sky was collapsing almost made Guts give up resistance.

(End of this chapter)