paranoianovel Chapter 267 The Flame Of Liberation
Chapter 267 The Flame Of Liberation
"Don't play with those nagging things. Come out as soon as there are still living people. You can do whatever you want without me."
Wu Wei didn't care where the intermittent sounds came from.
After entering the city, he only saw the glory of civilization and not the aboriginal people.
According to normal circumstances, as long as the brilliance of civilization appears, then even if the aborigines of this world still exist, they are basically not far from complete extinction.
After waiting for a long time, Wu Wei did not wait for a response and led a few people towards the location of the civilization.
The sights he saw along the way gave Wu Wei only the feeling of death and ruin.
He roughly estimated the size of this small town. If there were a lot of people, this small town would have about 30,000 to 40,000 residents.
Although Wu Wei didn't know where the sounds in the small town came from, he thought they had something to do with the stone tower.
The closer they got to the stone tower, the more intermittent sounds became.
It's just that most of these sounds are simple words that cannot be connected into sentences, so it is difficult to obtain any effective information from them.
Wu Wei led everyone to the bottom of the stone tower, only to find that there was no way to go up to the top of the stone tower with the torch that illuminated the city.
The bottom of the entire stone tower is completely closed.
But except for Dabao, everyone can fly.
Wu Wei carried the smaller treasure and flew all the way to the top of the stone tower.
Ignoring the huge torch, Wu Wei directly touched the shining light of civilization.
Some civilization radiances are gifts, usually in the form of treasure chests.
There are also many civilization radiances of the mission or dungeon type.
Basically, it is to fulfill the obsession, or legacy, of some civilizations that have passed away.
After Wu Wei touched the radiance of civilization like a curtain of light, an image that had been preserved for countless years began to play again in front of his eyes.
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"Have any of the Mist Walkers who went out to explore come back?"
An old voice carried a hint of imperceptible despair.
At the top of the stone tower that had not yet been sealed, an old man with white hair and beard asked the middle-aged man in front of him.
"There was a, but, but he said..."
The middle-aged man obviously did not have the concentration of the old man, and his voice was trembling.
"Whatever you said, calm down and say it carefully."
The old man's voice was steady and calm, and he clapped his palms vigorously. The sound of slapping his palms seemed to be magical, and the middle-aged man who was on the verge of collapse finally calmed down.
Emotions are contagious. When the middle-aged man first received the news from the Mist Walker, who was close to going crazy, not only him, but also other high-level officials in the city looked ashen.
Only the old man in the tower can give the desperate man a little peace of mind.
"He, he said, there is nothing outside..."
"Except for the fog, there are only monsters in the fog. All other cities and villages have disappeared without a trace."
When the old man heard the man's words, he pretended to be calm, but the slight force on his knuckles showed that he was not calm inside either, but he could not panic.
As a priest of the Holy Fire, if he panics, then the city will not be far from death.
But even if those out-and-out Mistwalkers would deceive them, the Holy Fire would not.
As a Holy Fire Priest, the old man could feel that after the fog suddenly intensified, the Holy Fire Tower in Fire Forest City was cut off from other Holy Fire Towers.
And there are no signs of recovery yet.
Ever since the fog appeared, there have been cities or villages in the kingdom one after another. After a wave of fog, they disappeared without a trace.
Because during the fog wave, the monsters in the fog would riot and launch crazy attacks on the Human Race settlements, so the kingdom had no ability to detect how those cities and villages disappeared during the fog wave.
On the contrary, because of the need to stabilize people's hearts, the kingdom's senior officials and the Holy Fire Church have been blocking the news of the disappearance of those settlements, so as not to cause greater panic.
Wu Wei looked at the old man writing this message like a suicide note on a piece of parchment, and suddenly thought of a possibility.
However, there is still too little information to support Wu Wei in making a judgment. After gathering his composure, Wu Wei continued to look down.
Wu Wei is very interested in the origin and characteristics of this fog. Logically speaking, with the ability of a civilization, he has created many professions specifically for the fog environment.
There are also means like torches and lighthouses that can ensure the safety of Human Race settlements. Regardless of whether they can develop, they should not become extinct.
Even if it was the monster siege caused by the fog wave written by the old man, Wu Wei did not feel that the small town was destroyed by the fighting.
He didn't even see much blood from the small town, but instead a desperate and dead atmosphere enveloped the entire town.
But the sudden fast-forward of the image told Wu Wei how the city turned into a dead place in a short period of time.
The biggest impact of the fog on them is not the occasional monster siege, or in other words, the process of everyone in this city from birth to death.
The people in this city have not experienced a single wave of fog.
Wu Wei thought about it again, but everyone in this city died of hunger, lack of water, and despair.
In these people's original world, after the sun comes out, the fog will be suppressed by the sun's rays, and crops can grow after being nourished by the sun.
The fog does not have too much influence on these plants. Even if the fog covers these plants at night, as long as the sun rises as usual, the plants can use the energy of the sun to drive away the fog in their bodies.
The water obtained by residents at noon can also be used for irrigation and drinking after simple purification. Although everyone's life is difficult, they can still survive.
Except for the waves of fog that happen every once in a while, I just stay in the city at night and don't go out.
But after that wave of fog, the people in this small town discovered that there was no sun...
No sun means no food and no water.
The shrouding light of the holy fire only reaches above the ground, so even if there is underground water, it will be eroded by the mist and become undrinkable.
Even if there are many professionals with high levels in the city, they still need to eat. Without food and water, they will die!
Then, Wu Wei watched as most of the people in a small city entered the torch at the top of the stone tower.
There were ordinary people who were about to become dehydrated with despair and relief, and there were professionals who couldn't bear it anymore and after secretly drinking underground water full of mist energy, their bodies mutated and they were killed by guards.
Fewer and fewer people in small towns are dying.
Except for a small number of professionals who decided to leave the small town to find life in the endless fog outside, more people turned their bodies into fuel for the torch.
Rather than dying of thirst and starvation, or being eroded by the fog and turning into monsters, the residents of this small city were happy to be able to walk into the embrace of the holy fire.
The last one was the old man who was the Holy Fire Priest. He drained the last bit of energy from his body, sealed the bottom of the Holy Fire Tower, and stood on the top of the stone tower to look at the entire small city.
In the past few days after the fog wave passed, he had killed many people with his own hands.
Those thugs who went crazy after despair, those lunatics who wanted to survive by drinking blood and flesh after killing their own people, were all suppressed by him and thrown into the holy fire to become fuel.
He allows people who want to live to leave, but does not allow those crazy actions.
As the strongest person in the small town, the old man who can mobilize the power of the Holy Fire in the city is fully capable of maintaining order in the small town until he is the only one left in the whole city.
After adjusting the blood-stained priest's robe, the old man slowly walked into the flames of the torch, with a smile of relief on his old face.
The frown finally disappeared, and as the flames engulfed his body, the old man's expression became more and more relaxed.
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