dtnovels Chapter 366 After the Killing
Chapter 366 After the Killing
The surrounding scenery, washed by the morning light, lost the mystery of the night and was covered with a golden coat. The leaves sparkled with crystal dewdrops under the sunlight, the stream reflected golden ripples, and the birds sang happily on the branches to welcome the new day. The air was fresh and cool, full of vitality and vigor.
The early morning sun is like an unfinished poem, and every ray of light is a beautiful phrase that depicts the tranquility and magnificence of nature. It brings hope and strength to people, reminding us that every day is a new beginning, full of infinite possibilities.
Xingluo dragged his tired body out of the forest. At this time, the last trace of blood-red light in his eyes had dissipated, and the sequelae of stargazing had disappeared. Even now, Xingluo was still frightened. Xingluo knew that after this killing, his understanding of killing stars had deepened, and he could even see vague star shadows in his mind. It was just not enough. Even though the fifth-level monsters in the entire Monster Forest had developed a fear of him, until no monster dared to step into the range of one kilometer from him, it was still not enough. It was not that he had not killed enough, but that he was still lacking in the field of killing stars. He needed more stargazing to comprehend the essence of killing stars. If he could control the desire to kill at will, he could also make up for his shortcomings in this regard.
After Xingluo left, he left behind a forest full of blood. On that day, mercenaries went to the Monster Forest, but they all ran out in fear, as if it was already hell on earth. After witnessing the blood-stained forest, they chose to escape and gave up the mission, which showed that he had experienced a strong psychological shock and physiological reaction. As a mercenary, he might have been accustomed to fighting and death, but such a large-scale violent scene, especially in the Monster Forest, was far beyond his psychological tolerance.
When he saw the bloodstained trees, fallen monsters and death everywhere, his brain was constantly impacted, and the strong stimulation triggered fear and survival instinct. His heart was beating very fast, his breathing was extremely rapid, sweat had already soaked his armor, and he even had temporary muscle stiffness. In this state, he could no longer fight. Choosing to leave was choosing to survive. Rather than dying, mission failure was not unacceptable. This was the choice most people would make.
After he rushed out of the forest, he was still in shock and helplessness, and he may even have symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. It is said that from that day on, the scene of that day kept appearing in his dreams, and he often suffered from anxiety and insomnia. Although he still showed tenacity in the mission during the day, this scene today may have touched his psychological bottom line and became his nightmare. Fortunately, he fled the scene in time, otherwise he might go crazy. It is said that from that day on, the mercenary changed his previous idea of making more money while he was still alive, and became a teacher, specializing in helping people treat this kind of post-war psychological abnormality. Many mercenaries and post-war soldiers have received his treatment.
Xingluo returned to the mercenary group's base, washed off the blood thoroughly, and changed into clean clothes. At this moment, Xingluo was calmer than before. He could even see a faint halo under the sun. There was not a single murderous intent in his heart. Xingluo even felt that if someone stabbed him with a knife, he would not feel angry.
Xingluo stopped observing the killer. He was still frightened by it. Although he could not control what happened in the forest yesterday, he still remembered it clearly, especially the sticky feeling of the blood, which made him feel like vomiting afterwards. This was a feeling he only had when he counterattacked and killed someone for the first time. He didn't expect that after so many years, he would experience this feeling again.
The Holy See of Light finally cleaned up the battlefield. Although there were a large number of cannon fodders, the main force was still dragged by the Holy See of Light. The losses were not small, but the gains were also huge. The power of faith in the God of Light increased rapidly, and the numerous demon corpses on the battlefield became excellent materials for experiments and magic equipment. These things can allow the Holy See of Light to achieve twice the result with half the effort in future battles against demons, and can also improve the strength of their equipment. Of course, the Holy See of Light will never use them directly, but will package them so that people will feel that they are full of the breath of light at first glance.
Xingluo didn't care about all that. Although he would not use dark materials directly, he simply removed the dark elements. His appearance was as hideous as it could be. Xingluo, wearing mirage dragon armor, was stopped by several waves of patrolling knights of light while walking on the street. After confirming Xingluo's identity, a young priest asked Xingluo for his autograph. After all, Xingluo was a hero who defeated the devil at this time.
Xingluo was walking on the street. The ferocious armor blocked most of the people who wanted to approach Xingluo. Many people were deterred by the sight of Xingluo's appearance. This also made Xingluo feel relieved, because he didn't want to be surrounded like this.
Xingluo climbed up the city wall and watched the Knights of Light leave. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. With so many forces from the Holy See of Light, he felt a lot of pressure. Especially the Pope, who did not give him a good feeling at all. Finally, after even the Inquisition left, Xingluo was completely relieved. This meant that at least now he did not have to worry about the threat from the Holy See of Light.
After a night of killing, he felt tired. He found a secluded tavern, hidden in a corner of a bustling city, like a quiet oasis in the noisy world. Its appearance was not conspicuous, and the wooden signboard was slightly faded, hanging on its old stone brick wall. Only familiar old customers could recognize it at a glance. When he opened the door, a heavy creaking sound of wood sounded, as if telling the story of the years.
The room is filled with the faint aroma of malt and smoked ham, and the warm light shines on the old oak bar, reflecting the mottled marks. The old bartender behind the bar skillfully mixes various fine wines, each of which contains his unique craftsmanship. In the corner of the pub, there are several worn animal leather sofas and solid wood tables and chairs, and each scratch records the laughter and melancholy of the past.
There are some faded paintings and souvenirs of travelers hanging on the walls, which have witnessed countless nights of conversations and story sharing. Occasionally, the old magic harp in the corner will play melodious music, and the melody slowly flows in the air, creating a nostalgic and comfortable atmosphere.
The regulars of the tavern, whether they are bards tasting fine wine alone or mercenaries chatting quietly with friends, they seek inspiration here, show off their thrilling adventures, and enjoy the tranquility that belongs only to them. There are no complicated rules here, only the company of each other and cups of warm wine, quietly telling the warmth and harmony of this small world.