Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

"madness!"

With a "bang", the chain tightened again, and Fasnat felt as if he had received a heavy hammer in his chest.Great pain flooded his mind, and he heard the roar of his own soul—it was the roar of the ancient ogre, and it—or he, was also struggling in pain.This pain binds them together, makes them one.

Just a little bit!He pushed again, every inch of his muscle burning, even the phantom limb tensed.The invisible chains began to twist, making ear-piercing groans.

Karimos stared and shouted: "Aren't you still determined? You can't break free from the seal!" He waved his hands, the runes on his arms moved like worms, and the chain tightened again in an instant——

"Snapped!"

The tightening chains crushed the amulet on Fasnat's chest.It was a seemingly ordinary small wooden sign, but when it cracked, it gave off a strange scent, like bluegrass incense, which is said to exorcise demons.The priest immediately frowned and said, "What is this?" Then the color of the rune dimmed, and the temperature of the chain also dropped.The orc exclaimed, "Not good!"

"boom!"

The chain was torn apart in an instant, turning into dust, and Fasnat's time was frozen in that instant.Everything stopped strangely, the orc's terrified face, the priest's unbelievable eyes, the dust flying in the air, and Fasnat's ferocious face... The only thing that was still flowing was his consciousness.

Fasnat, he heard the voice deep in his soul again:

"The ancient ancestors are about to wake up, embrace my soul, my brother!"

He heard Karimus yelling at him: "No! You can't fuse it, the fiend will eat your soul!"

Fassnut did not resist the voice this time - he would rather believe in the ogre than in these villains.

The power of the ancient warrior merged with him.At this moment, Fasnat's throat was filled with a vigorous roar—the sound of grief and indignation passed through the dust of 1 years and resounded through the Temple of the Queen of Worms.

The monster you want is here!

Fassnut, Unforgiven, VI

Fassnut, Unforgiven, VI

At that moment, Fasnat felt surging power surging in his blood vessels.His skin was stretched open, revealing cracks, and azure light gushed out from inside, and his eyes changed from blue-white to blue-black full of evil.He felt that his body was changing, from internal organs to blood, from muscles to skin, his body was as cold as iron.

His body became light, his vision became clear, his mind became calm, and his heartbeat became slow, heavy, and powerful.

"Stop him, I'll move reinforcements!" Karimos said turning around and running away.The orc cursed at Karimos, and immediately took up his sword and big axe.He stared at Fasnett, panting heavily.

"Fire, you should lie down properly!" The orc's fangs rubbed against each other, and his face twisted.

Fassnut's double knives were still in his hands, and the arrogant Karimos did not unload his weapons.He walked straight towards the orc, seeing him approaching, Kaoda backed away immediately.He took one step, the orc took two steps back, he took two steps, the orc took four steps back, and when he took the third step, the orc turned and ran.

However, the time in Fasnat's eyes was so slow that the running orc looked like a tottering old man in his eyes.So he rushed up and stabbed the orc in the back and drew a triangle.

Kaoda's huge body shed a lot of blood, and he screamed and fell to the ground, throwing his ax and giant sword far away.

"Coward." Fasnat stepped over the huge corpse of the orc and walked out of the gate.

There is an empty street outside the gate. It is the time to turn off the lights, and the street is empty.Fassnut thought to himself: Where am I going to find Karimus?

At this moment, the whole world emitted a bright green light.The dome of the hall, the floor underfoot, the walls of the house... everything is shining with light.Just when he was surprised, the green light turned red in an instant. He had never seen such a scene before, and he was stunned for a moment.The emerald green temple turned into a fire temple, and the dazzling red seemed to be burning.

Then Kalymus' voice echoed throughout the temple:

"Evil monster! You shameful degenerate, there is no place for you in this world!"

"Scumbag!" Fasnat roared, "Don't hide in the dark, come out! Come out and fight me, let me see the color of your blood!"

"Hahahaha..." Karimos laughed loudly, and the voice seemed to come from the sky, "My soldiers! The fierce monster is raging in our homeland, let me get rid of him! Kill the fierce monster! Those who are demons can get one hundred thousand bone coins!"

His voice exuded strange magic power, and with this voice, the Temple of the Queen of Worms woke up.People got up, took up arms, and went out of their rooms.Fassnut stood in the square in the middle of the commercial street, watching people coming towards him—mercenaries with swords and shields, witchers with holy oil, bone farmers with crazy faces, and disheveled Slave... He suddenly had a thought: Could Little Violet be here too?

"It's him, it's him! My soldiers, there is only one enemy, and whoever kills him will get a hundred thousand bone coins! Those who get his limbs will also be rewarded!" Kalimos' voice became more and more crazy, " Ninety thousand for the heart, eighty thousand for the liver, seventy thousand for the intestines! Twenty thousand for each limb, ten thousand for the ears, and ten thousand for the eyes! Five thousand for each bone! Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

There was madness in the air.

Everyone in the Temple of the Queen of Worms is a slave to the bone coins—the bone coins are blood, the bone coins are meat, the bone coins are the sun and running water, and the bone coins are their parents who gave birth to them, and their children.

The day and night Kalymus brainwashed them worked, people lost their minds, and crowds flocked to Fasnat like a tidal wave.At that moment, people are no longer humans, every face is distorted in ecstasy, and everyone wants to eat Fassnut alive.

Needless to say.

Even Kaoda was beheaded by him with a single knife, so what's the use of these ants no matter how many there are?

His blade began to spin, turning into a whirlwind of killing; there was a bloody storm in the Temple of the Worm Queen, and severed limbs flew all over the sky; he slashed excited faces, and his men ended countless lives, but no one Care about death, human life is cheaper than dust.

He started the massacre from the entrance of the tavern, all the way to the end of the commercial street.His physical strength seemed to be inexhaustible, and the ancient ogre gave him new powers—sharp five senses, quick speed, calm thinking, and almost unlimited endurance.However, the enemy seems to be inexhaustible, and those once cowardly and cowardly bone farmers have become monsters more terrifying than fierce demons; Kalimos' voice did not stop, shouting "Long live the ancient gods" and "The dead live forever." "" Ten thousand bone coins" and other words.

Fassnut didn't know how many people he killed, but it was definitely more than that in the gladiatorial arena.

In this way, he fought fiercely all night, and finally, he killed all the life in his sight.

The commercial street has already flowed into a river of blood. He stepped in a pool of blood, and the black and red blood had flooded his insteps. There were stumps and internal organs everywhere, as if it had just rained dead people here.Occasionally he could hear the wounded groaning in pain, and at this time he would go up and repair the knife-why should I kill him?Fassnut didn't know either, but he did it.

When he killed one person, he would be sad, two people would regret it, and three people would despair... But today he killed hundreds, thousands of people.At this moment, human life has become a pale number.In his eyes, a severed limb is no longer a severed limb, but a pile of red flesh; internal organs are no longer internal organs, but dirty fat; The wind is all right.

Hell is nothing more than that.

He walked slowly in the hell he had created with his own hands. Every time he took a step, there was a sound of dripping water under his feet.That's when he heard another footstep, coming from behind him.He turned his head slowly and saw Kalymus walking towards him.

Their eyes collided, and Fasnat asked him, "Do you have anyone else to kill me?"

"No, it's enough." Karimos took off his shirt, and the runes on his body were as dense as a spider's web.Then those runes surged up, turning into black silk threads, and gradually separated from his body.Fassnut's pupils tightened in an instant, and time slowed down in his eyes.He rushed towards Karimos like an arrow from the string.

The moment they touched, the big black net suddenly opened and rushed towards him.Only then did Fasnat realize that the big net was burning with hot black flames.But at this time it was too late to hide, he swung his two knives and cut off the net, many black sparks fell on him, extremely hot.The fire didn't burn his body, but it hurt his heart, and he heard another soul screaming in his body.

However, the more it hurts, the more violent his soul becomes - what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger.

Fassnut, Unforgiven, VII

Fassnut, Unforgiven, VII

The severe pain aroused the hatred deep in his soul, he roared loudly, and the vast power in his body gushed out.Ice blue rays of light emerged from the cracks in the skin, extinguishing the black flame. "What else do you have?" Fassnut asked him.

"Also!" Black fire ignited all over Karimos, and then his face began to melt, and the flesh and flesh all over his body were burning violently, crackling.Eventually he turned into a black skeleton, and then his bones began to deform, his joints swelled, and huge bone spurs grew out of the joints, as sharp as a knife.A pair of goat horns grew out of his skull, and the bones of his hands became elongated like devils. "This is your graduation exam!" His voice was hoarse and terrifying, "This is my graduation exam that I have been preparing for for 30 years! And you, you are the only one who is qualified for the exam!"

Fassnut had never seen a black flame, blacker than ink, hotter than a soldering iron, both flame and liquid.The substance flowed on the bones of Karimos, and dripped on the ground from time to time, exuding a hissing heat, which was truly frightening.

But the blood in Fasnat's body was even more terrifying—he felt icy liquid flowing in his body, and his body was as cold as a dead person.This kind of coldness from the inside out made him not afraid of the fire.The cold air leaked out through the cracks in the skin, and the surrounding temperature dropped accordingly—cold blood, he thought, I am not human anymore.

Kalymus let out a piercing scream and charged at him.The monster landed on all fours, just like the previous black shadow, black fires ignited wherever he walked.Fasnat raised his two knives, and the icy breath overflowed from his skin, freezing the weapons.

Without knowing it, he has learned how to use the new power, which has become his instinct-cats are born to catch mice, spiders are born to weave webs, fish are born to swim in water.He, too, was guided by his fighting instinct.

The double blades of ice are not afraid of fire, and the black flames cannot hurt him.However, the cold caused Karimos a lot of pain. The moment the bone spur came into contact with the skate, the black flame went out with a bang.Immediately, Fassnat cut off his bones with a single knife, and Karimos uttered a scream, saying, "Impossible! Cold is the enemy of all fierce monsters. Why can you control the ice?"

Fassnut didn't know why, but he could do it.They fought again immediately, the bone spurs collided with the sharp blades, and the broken ice and bone residues flew all over the sky.How elegant Kalimos used to be is now how crazy he is.The ice froze the blood, and the black fire turned the corpse into ashes. They danced between ice and fire.The temple changed from blood red to pure black and white. Two crazy warriors and two ancient fierce demons fought in this black and white hell.

"You cripple with a broken arm!" Karimos roared, and a thrust hit Fasnet's shoulder; however, Fasnat cut off Karimos' forearm with a backhand knife, and shouted at him: " Now you are like me!"

Karimos took a few steps back clutching his wound, and then a red light glowed in his dark pupils. "Not necessarily!" He yelled, and a cone-shaped black fire ignited at the severed arm, like a sharp knife.Fassnat froze the wound with ice, he took a deep breath, exhaled a big mouthful of white cold air, the ground under his feet had already frozen unconsciously.

His power is also growing like this silent ice—his power is as high as a mountain or as an ocean, seemingly inexhaustible.So when they fought again, Fassnat cut off Karimos' thigh with a single knife.The charcoal black skeleton lost its balance and fell to the ground. "You are not a monster at all!" Karimos' voice was trembling with pain, "Ancient demon warriors believed in holy fire, so they shouldn't have this kind of power." The flames on his body began to go out, and he moaned in pain .

"What else do you have to say?" Fasnat pointed at his cervical spine with the tip of the knife.

Karimus looked at him with dark pupils. "No! I don't believe it!" The fire on his body burned again, and Fasnat immediately distanced himself.However, the next moment, Karimos screamed. He was swallowed by black flames, and his bones began to melt. "No!" he screamed, "No, no, no! It shouldn't be like this!" He rolled on the ground in pain, and it took several minutes for the flames on him to die.At this moment, his body was almost burnt out, leaving only half of the spine and a skull, which looked like a snake made of bones.

Fassnut went up and asked him, "What are you?"

Karimos let out a terrible laugh, "I want to ask you too." His skull moved slightly, and sparks still remained in his black eyes, "I know hundreds of fierce monsters, but no One like you - fierce monsters live on the heat of fire, and ice is poison to them. But what is flowing in your veins? Let me see your blood, you are bleeding What blood!?" He finally yelled.

Fassnut pierced the skin of his arm with a knife, and dropped a drop of blood on Kalymus' eyes.His blood is pure and transparent, clearer than water.There was a hoarse sound in Kalimos' throat, and he murmured: "This is impossible... This is impossible... Fasnat, I don't know what you are either."

"It's not important-I will figure out my own affairs." Fasnat's ice blade melted, and the ice water mixed with blood flowed down the blade slowly.The double knives rolled their blades, but they were still enough to kill.

Kalimus shook his head and said, "I made two irreparable mistakes. The first was that I let you out, and the second was that I failed to control Nightaway, and that bitch was Don’t listen to me at the last moment.” He gave a wry smile, and then said in a low voice: “Fasnat, every monster has boiling blood flowing. Without boiling blood, it’s not a monster. If If you want to find the final answer, go to a man named Dara Kasha."

"The high priest of the ancient god religion? Dara Kasha?"

"Yes, my brother, Dara Kasha." Karimos said, "He has been studying the fifth mass extinction and the ancient mysteries of the ogre." He sighed softly and said, "Today, I dream of The Fierce Warrior appeared, but I didn't expect it to be in this way——Fasnat, you passed the test. Kill me."

"As you wish." Fassnat swung the knife, and Karimos' skull was split in two, and then the bone turned into a ball of black ash and melted in the blood.

Fassnut, Unforgiven, VIII

Fassnut, Unforgiven, VIII

With the death of the priest, the Temple of the Queen of Worms turned a beautiful emerald green again.The color of the blood also became weird under the green light, and Fasnat felt very uncomfortable.

He suddenly remembered one thing.

"Little Violet!" he cried. "Where are you? Are you alive?"

There was no answer, only the ticking of blood in the air.He had a very bad idea in his mind: Did I kill her too?Thinking of this, he hurriedly searched among the dead bodies.However, the living are ever-changing, but the dead are all the same, he can't find it.

If he can't find it, he will find it, if he wants to see people, if he wants to see dead bodies, he must find his stupid slave, otherwise he will never leave.He turned over the corpses with a knife, and looked at them one by one. In the process, he faintly felt a trace of guilt and regret—every corpse was once a living person, and many of them were still warm.But this weird feeling quickly disappeared, and what the fierce demon brought him was not only powerful strength, but also a cold heart.

Just then, he heard the voice of little violet. "My lord!" she whispered, "here I am."

Fassnut followed the voice and found that Little Violet was hiding behind the door of the tavern. It seemed that she had been here for a long time, from the very beginning.

Fassnut would never ask her "why are you here".

"Come with me." Fassnut said to him.

"Shall we go like this?" asked little Violet.

"if not?"

"There are still many things in the Temple of the Worm Queen, jewels, jewelry, gold, potions, and bone coins-I want to go to the warehouse to have a look, okay?"

"Okay." Fassnut was willing to satisfy her.

So they came to the warehouse of the temple.

As Little Violet said, this place is full of treasures. Even Fasnat, who has always despised money, was overwhelmed by this piece of golden things.Here are three mountains, one of gold, one of precious stones, and one of bone coins.

"A lot... We, we can't take it away at once, we have to come a few more times." Little Violet murmured, the corners of her mouth were crooked, she ignored the gold and silver treasures, and went straight to the mountain of bone coins next to.She grabbed a handful of bone coins, put them under her nose, and said, "It smells so good, I like the smell." She took another breath, her chest rose and fell, and her chest was even higher than when she made love .

The bone coins are just ashes, and they won't have any fragrance, Fasnat thought to himself.

"Yes, a lot." Fassnet nodded, thinking: If we can take it out, we will not be short of money, and I can buy her a lot of things.At this time, he didn't know what happened, so he said something strange:

"These are all ours, half of us."

He didn't know why he said such a sentence - he obviously didn't want these things.

Maybe it's a subconscious thought at work, maybe it's some kind of arrangement somewhere in the dark, or maybe it's...

The reason is not important anymore.

Because after he finished speaking, little violet stabbed a knife into his chest.

"I want it all!" She said in a strange voice, "Not half, but all! It's all mine, everything in the temple is mine now!"

Once the blade pierced his skin, he couldn't go any further—his flesh, or the flesh of the ogre, couldn't be pierced by a knife.

He looked at Little Violet—he felt like he didn't know the woman in front of him.But he knew the knife in her hand, which was given to him by him, symbolizing loyalty and trust.

"You stupid slave." Fassnat said to her in Gujing Wubo's voice, "I said it a long time ago, even if I give you a knife, you can't kill me."

Then Fassnut raised his hand and cut off her neck with a knife.

Watching his stupid slave separate, his anger dissipated - no, he wasn't angry with her at all.She was his stupid slave, she was always wrong, always stupid, but Fassnut was never mad at her, never was.

Fassnut, he didn't understand.

Why are you attached to those things?What are they?Can it bring you happiness, or can it bring glory?Or to give your soul peace?

Why are you killing me?I'll give it all to you if you just tell me.

Why did you stab me with that knife?Don't you see that so many people can't hurt me at all?Didn't you see how many people I killed?Don't you see I'm not human anymore?You don't see me... I... I...

You are a stupid slave after all, hopelessly stupid, he thought, looking at the decapitated little Violet.

At this time, a ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in his mind: If I wrap her head and neck with bandages now, can she still live?

He was amused by this thought, and he laughed dryly a few times, feeling limp all over, and just sat on the ground like this.He sat in a new pool of blood, he already had enough blood debts on him, and he didn't mind more blood.

time to go.

He went back to his little home and packed up the things he didn’t take—the cup he liked very much, the handle fit perfectly with his artificial hand; the charcoal pen was very useful, he could write with his mouth; and A pair of sandals that fit well and are comfortable.

Without help, he had to rely on two knives to pack his things.In the process, he accidentally knocked over Little Violet's ledger, which fell to the ground and opened a page.

"Today, I went to buy fruit with an adult, and he said he wants nuts, but I want fresh grapes." - there are crooked handwriting on the ledger.