Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

There was a burst of fierce gunfire in the distance, followed by the shouting of countless people. People living in the slums began to attack the blockade line. Under the absolute numerical advantage, even the army with some hot weapons was instantly defeated.

The main reason was that the army had never thought that these people would dare to attack the checkpoints. They were here to deal with the cultists, not to start a war, so many heavy weapons were not moved here. And ordinary weapons could not deal with so many people.

So after sacrificing some lives, the army's blockade was completely broken.

After getting rid of the blockading troops, many people picked up the weapons left behind by the army and began to attack the city.

The White Mask hiding in the slums only felt his hands and feet cold and shivered. This scene was too horrible, much more horrible than some murder scenes.

"Don't be afraid! Come with me! I know where some good people live. Let's hide there!" A familiar voice came, and White Mask saw the super big rat again.

But this time he was no longer afraid. "It seems that I have a mental problem... But it's not my fault. After all, who wouldn't be scared when seeing such a scene?"

So White Mask stood up, holding on to the wall, and followed the big rat into the depths of the slums.

What's more amazing is that this big rat seems to be very familiar with the situation here. White Mask walked along the way without encountering any crazy people. This is quite amazing.

White Mask suspected that the giant rat might be a manifestation of his keen intuition. It might be because he experienced a life-and-death crisis, which stimulated his potential, and his mental state was unstable due to his weak body, which created this magical giant rat illusion. White Mask's well-reasoned analysis made him gradually accept the existence of the giant rat.

Soon, under the guidance of the big rat, he arrived at a fairly nice shack.

There were few people in the shack now, only a few women grinding something inside.

After White Mask arrived here, the big rat disappeared. What was strange was that as soon as he arrived here, he felt that the pressure in his heart disappeared inexplicably, and he subconsciously felt that this place was safe. After taking a few deep breaths, he looked at the people present.

"Child, are you here to carve your own tattoo?" An old woman with gray hair looked at the white mask gently.

The women who were grinding paint around also stopped their work and looked at the white mask.

"Tattoo?" When he heard the word, the tattoos on the cultists flashed through White Mask's mind. He became nervous again for no apparent reason. He suspected that this was the evil base where the cultists were tattooed.

But White Mask didn't dare to act rashly at this time. He was quite weak now and might not even be able to beat the several women at the scene.

But in order not to arouse the suspicion of these people, he could only bite the bullet and say: "Yes... I am here to get a tattoo."

As he spoke, the man in white mask slowly approached the old woman. He was now wondering whether he should hold the old woman hostage.

But just as he was hesitating and struggling, the woman next to him seemed to have discovered his wound.

"You are injured! Don't get a tattoo when you are injured! Come here and I will treat your wound!" A skinny woman pulled him aside without saying a word.

Although the woman was thin, she was very strong. White Mask couldn't resist at all and was pressed down on the simple bed beside him.

White Mask sighed and could only let himself be slaughtered. It was indeed time to change his gauze and let these people treat him.

But just as White Mask was lying on the bed receiving treatment from the women, he found that the big rat appeared again in the dark corner.

"..." The man in white mask gave the big rat a bitter smile, with a hint of resentment in his eyes. The big rat had trapped him in the den of thieves.

The big rat seemed to understand the white mask's gaze. It said aggrievedly: "Why are you looking at me like that? If I didn't bring you here, you would die!"

"Okay~thank you~" the white mask muttered softly.

At this time, the old woman next to him said, "It turns out to be the Shadow Messenger. There is no good food here. You should leave."

At first, White Mask thought the old woman was talking to him, but he found that the direction the old woman was staring at was also the direction of the rat. For a moment, White Mask's mind was a little confused. If the rat was an illusion, then why could other people see it?

"Alas...something went wrong with the ritual in the end. We longed to summon the God of Light, but due to some oversights in the ritual, we summoned the Shadow Messenger instead. It's useless except for being more edible." The old woman sighed.

The rat looked even more aggrieved when he heard this. "I'm really useful! I can tell the difference between good guys and bad guys!"

Watching the big rat and the old woman chatting without any obstacles, White Mask wondered if he had gone completely crazy? Was everything he saw now a dream? Or was it all an illusion? Was he on the verge of death? That was why he had such a bizarre experience?

Just when White Mask was doubting everything, the women behind him said, "Okay, your wound has been healed for the time being, but there is no medicine here, so you'd better not touch anything dirty. If you are lucky, you should be able to survive."

White Mask stood up hesitantly, then he pointed to the big rat beside him and asked, "Can you see it?"

"Of course we can't see it! Only the High Priest and the High Judge can see it, but the High Judge is dead. Now only the High Priest can communicate with the Shadow Messenger." Several women said as a matter of course.

"Hehe..." The white mask showed a helpless expression. He really couldn't tell the difference between illusion and reality.

"Young man, it seems that you can also see the Shadow Messenger? It seems that you have a high spiritual talent!" The old woman's eyes changed slightly when she looked at the man in the white mask.

"Have we gone crazy? How can such a big rat exist?" asked White Mask, grabbing his hair.

"You can really see it. In fact, I had similar doubts before. I also often saw some ghosts, but those ghosts only existed for a short time, and I had no way to communicate with them. At that time, I thought I might be crazy... It was not until the Judge appeared that I realized that those of us who can see extraordinary things have a mission. We must complete our mission to be redeemed."

"The judge you are talking about could be a policeman? Don't you think that what you have done are too cruel?" White Mask was a little crazy now, so he was too lazy to hide his thoughts anymore.

"It is indeed cruel, but such cruelty is not even comparable to that in this slum. Hundreds of people starve to death every day. They die in the stinking ditches and no one collects their bodies. Everyone is numb and indifferent, with no expectations for the future. It can be said that their deaths are worthless!"

“In that case, why can’t these people’s deaths have some value? If the God of Light can be summoned through death, then I think everything will be worth it.” The old woman said calmly.

"But do you know what you are summoning? It is a complete evil god! He will only bring destruction to this world!" said the White Mask excitedly.

But as he was talking, he realized, how could he have accepted the existence of the evil god? Doesn't this mean that he is also a cultist? "Oh! Fxxk!!! I'm crazy too!"

“Whether the God of Light is good or evil is not that important to us, because our current life is no different from living in hell. Even if the God of Light is pure evil, it would be a relief for us if he destroyed this place.” The old woman’s tone carried a sense of desolation.

"You are really hopeless! If you want to die, you want to drag everyone with you! You should know that there is still beauty in this world! You just want everyone to be buried with you for your own selfish interests! You are demons!" The white masked man cursed.

"Beautiful??? Selfishness???" The old woman's expression was a little strange.

"If it were before, I would also feel that I was terribly evil, but after communicating with the God of Light, I found that our behavior was justified. Because those so-called beautiful things were created by our labor, but as laborers, we did not enjoy them. Because some people made us live in hell for their own selfish interests. Didn't the real demons exist a long time ago? It's just that they are not in the slums, but in those magnificent palaces." The old woman's expression was a little emotional. Although she only talked with the God of Light for a while, she found that all her mental fatigue was resolved. Now she knows very clearly what she wants.

Although the God of Light did not like her sacrifice, the old woman felt that she was on the right path. However, what she did not know was that she had gone from one extreme to another.

At this time, the White Mask suddenly fell silent, because he thought of the selfish Viscount Rose. So after a long time of reaction, he slowly said: "Maybe some nobles do have bad personal ethics, but there are also noble people among them. You shouldn't generalize them all!"

"And your summoning method is too cruel! If gods really exist, then I think only love can summon the true God. Using blood will only summon the evil god! Don't you even understand such a simple truth?" The white mask said angrily.

"Love? Hahaha~" The old woman suddenly couldn't stop laughing.

"The world whips me, and I give the world roses, right? I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of spiritual realm. And I understand the truth you said, but I just said it. As long as I can kill those people, I am willing to pay any price! What I am doing now has nothing to do with justice, I just want revenge. Do you understand now?" The old woman's expression was quite ferocious at this time. The atmosphere around them also became heavy and depressing in an instant.

White Mask felt a palpitation in his heart. He had never seen such a look in his eyes before. That kind of hatred was even stronger than the hatred for his father's murder and his wife's seizure. White Mask could not describe that kind of hatred.

"Crazy, all crazy!" At this time, White Mask's eyes flashed with worry. He thought of Monget and the little girl. They were still in the city, and he didn't know whether the cultists' unrest would affect them. Now White Mask could only hope that the army in the city was strong enough.

"Hehehe~ The previous summoning ceremony not only had the wrong sequence but was also too small in scale, so it only summoned a rat. But this time, the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of people should be enough to summon the God of Light! We can't wait any longer!"

“And to be honest, thanks to this lockdown, everyone is locked at home. Otherwise, everyone would be so busy with work that they wouldn’t have time to think about those principles.” The old woman smiled.

"Did you plan this in advance?" asked the man in the white mask.

"No, we were also confused at the beginning. But dreams connected us together. In dreams, we could speak freely. We told our Lord all our sufferings! And he also taught us the truth... But what he said was too difficult to understand... But I could feel that he was encouraging us to resist!"

"Also, dreams can prolong time. We talked for a long time in there, but after waking up, it felt like only one night had passed. But in fact, in just one night, we can achieve real growth..."