Sword and Sorcery and Martial Arts

Chapter 577 Chaos
The black and rotting blood was scattered on the white snow. Rhodes swung a few more swords and cut all the wandering spirits gathered around him into pieces. Countless wandering spirit remains were piled up where he passed.

We've almost reached that mountain...

Rhodes looked up at the mountains in the distance, and reached out to wipe off the rotting blood splashed on his forehead. There were not many chances to stop and take a breath. He swung his sword again and cut all the gathered wandering souls into pieces.

He didn't continue to move forward, but stopped in place, recalling the experiences of the past few days in his mind.

Killing without end, never resting for a moment.

After a few days, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, but there was still no hope of victory in sight.

So many wandering souls have been eliminated, but the surroundings are still full of these things, densely piled up around...

Taking a deep breath, Rhodes activated the little internal force in his body, and slapped a palm of the Tathagata, and nearly a thousand wandering souls around him and countless wreckages that were still moving were turned into powder.

Why should I care about the life and death of ordinary people?

Why waste so much effort cleaning up wandering souls?
Wouldn't it be okay to hide on other continents and come back after the saints and demigods of this continent resolve this crisis?

Thinking of this, Rhodes swung his sword with all his strength towards the front, and the violent sword energy whizzed past, tearing all the wandering souls in a line into pieces.

Something is not quite right with me right now, it seems like I'm on the verge of madness.

Rhodes stood where he was, breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down.

While he was killing these wandering souls, the aura of madness and despair emanating from those wandering souls was constantly invading his heart, in an imperceptible and subtle way.

This reminded him of the setting in a game in his previous life. Adventurers who perform tasks will be constantly affected by various mental pressures. The worry after an injury, the annoyance that the task might not be completed...

Every adventurer's mental endurance has a limit. Under the torture of these mental pressures, most of them will have negative emotions such as madness, fear, despair, or become selfish and paranoid.

And the gameplay of this game is very dark. It costs a lot of money to treat the mentally disturbed adventurer, but it is free to hire a new adventurer. position to hire new adventurers.

Otherwise, the insane adventurers will continue to affect the normal adventurers, causing them mental problems, which is likely to wipe out the entire team.

Rhodes feels that his current situation is somewhat similar to the adventurer in this game. The pressure and other things have caused some problems in his spirit, otherwise he would not have the selfish thoughts just now.

At present, he can find that there is something wrong with his own spirit, but over time, his spirit will definitely become more distorted.

At that time, he certainly wouldn't feel that it was himself who had the problem...

If he wants to solve this problem, he can only go back and rest for a while, drink and talk to people in the tavern, or have other entertainment activities to relax. If he continues to kill wandering souls like a few days ago, he is sure that he will definitely become A paranoid evil person.

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"This matter has nothing to do with you. Using spells to move those mechanical giants to the fortress has overdrawn the remaining vitality of the Chief Grand Maester. This is also his own decision..." Hammer comforted.

Michelle sat on the chair, looked at the pendant in his hand and did not speak.

Logically speaking, she is not very familiar with the chief scholar, so she should not have too much sadness.

But she didn't know why, she just felt very sad in her heart.

"What should the Grand Master do with his remains now?" Hamer turned his head and asked an elderly nobleman who looked to be in his 60s next to him.

"Hey, let's put it in the sarcophagus and put it in the Hall of the Dead in the fortress for now, and then bury him in his tomb after this matter is over." The aged nobleman sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick and deep horn sounded outside the castle.

"It should be that the scouts found those monsters nearby." Hamer stood up from the chair.

"Let's go and have a look together." The elderly noble also stood up.

Then, the two of them left the room together.

Michel got up and walked to the window, looking at the street below.

From the conversation between Hammer and the others just now, she learned that the current Winterfell Fortress is very chaotic. In addition to the large influx of refugees and the emotional atmosphere of panic, the complicated power struggle among the nobles is also a major reason.

The elderly nobleman who left the room with Hammer just now is Hammer's uncle, Earl Mikan Smith.

Because of its very important geographical location, Winterfell Fortress has no fixed lord, and has always been managed by people appointed by the king.

The Earl of Mikan is the commander of Winterfell Fortress appointed by the king. In recent years, he has been handling all kinds of affairs in Winterfell Fortress and a certain range nearby, until a few days ago.

The Duke of the Alpine Province who came from the north directly asked to take over his job, regardless of the number of his vassal troops, the army he brought alone had nearly ten thousand troops.

And the soldiers stationed at the Winterfell Fortress belong to the king, not Earl Mikan's family private soldiers, so the Earl Mikan lost the power to control the fortress.

However, the Duke of Aston in the Winterfell Province cannot accept the move of the Duke of the Alpine Province. The entire Winterfell Province is the fiefdom of the Duke of Aston. Belonging to his family, he also had to pay taxes to him. He didn't even propose to take over Winterfell Fortress. Why did the Duke of the Alpine Province have such an idea?

No matter how the two dukes were fighting, Earl Mikan couldn't intervene. In order to avoid trouble, he handed over all the information, and then stayed in the castle for the past few days doing nothing.

Michel could not understand the point of what they did.

Think this battle will definitely be won, and then you can gain more prestige as a commander?

Or do you want to rely on power to reduce the losses of your soldiers?

Michel pushed open the door and left the room, intending to take a look at the city wall, but just after leaving the castle, he heard screams coming from ahead.

Could it be that the fortress was breached by wandering souls so quickly?

She ran forward against the crowded crowd, and saw a group of people wearing red robes and strange masks were constantly killing the surrounding civilians.

A few mercenaries holding weapons nearby also rushed forward, but they were not their opponents at all, and fell into a pool of blood after holding on for a few seconds.

The blood on the ground turned into mist and drifted towards the bloody ball in one of the people's hands.

At this time, there are still believers of evil gods coming out to perform sacrificial activities?

Several golden spears condensed beside Messai, and flew towards several evil god believers not far away.

puff!puff!puff!
Only the believer of the evil god with the blood-colored ball in his hand was left standing in place, and the other believers of the evil god fell down.

She deliberately left one alive for interrogation. There should be more than this number of people, and there are people hiding in other corners of the fortress.

Seeing Misaier stepping forward, the remaining believer of the evil god rushed over with a dagger in his hands with a smirk.

A ball of light slowly flew out of Misaier's hand and sank into the body of the evil god believer.

The cultist dodged sideways, but the ball of light turned around and entered his body from behind.

Then, he knelt down on the ground with his hands on his chest, like a devout believer praying.

"Who do you believe in? How many people are hiding in the fortress?" Michelle asked.

"I..." The evil god believer was about to answer, but stopped, and then his eyes turned red, and he raised his hair and let out a creepy laugh.

boom!
The body of the believer of the evil god suddenly exploded like a balloon, and blood and pieces of flesh splashed everywhere...

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(End of this chapter)