dtnovels Chapter 165: The Divide Between Lox and His People!
Chapter 165: The Divide Between Lox and His People!
Chen Ye slowly lowered his arms, which had been maintaining the purification posture.
As he stopped moving, the last wisp of golden light that had been wrapped around his people turned into specks of light and completely dissipated into the air.
The sacred and warm atmosphere of the battlefield faded away, leaving only the thick, overwhelming smell of blood and gunpowder.
"It's nothing serious."
Chen Ye's voice was calm. He didn't even turn around to look at Lockes; his eyes remained fixed on the unconscious clansman.
"They were 'blackened and demonized' by Im's guys using an evil power."
They became undead puppets who only knew how to obey orders and were fearless in the face of death.
"Simply put, it has become an undead puppet that has no self-consciousness, only obeys orders, and is impossible to kill."
Im.
Undying puppet.
Hearing Chenye say "Imu!"
"Im..." Lox repeatedly recalled the name he knew all too well, a cold and piercing killing intent flashing in his eyes.
After all, he was extremely familiar with this name. He had even entered his palace before!
But then, that murderous intent was replaced by an even more intense and frenzied emotion.
The next moment, a wide, excited smile spread across Lox's face.
That smile contained neither lingering fear of what had happened to his people nor pure anger toward Im; instead, it carried a hint of morbid excitement and trembling.
"Guhahaha... Hahahaha!"
He laughed wildly, his laughter shaking the surrounding gravel.
"It's terrifying..." he murmured, as if admiring a perfect work of art, "to... turn a living person into that kind of monster."
He licked his chapped lips, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a burning fire within them.
interesting.
I should have tested her strength back in the Holy Land! Hahahaha!
This reaction is unlike that of a normal person.
But for a madman like Lox D. Gibbek, it was perfectly normal.
He laughed wildly.
On the ground, the bodies of those who had been purified finally began to move.
The last wisp of black energy was burned away by divine power, and their originally twisted and ferocious demonic features completely disappeared, restoring them to human form.
However, due to prolonged exposure to evil forces, his body was still very weak and he remained unconscious.
After a while.
"Hmm..."
A groan.
The oldest man, lying at the very front, whose features resembled Locke's by seven or eight points but were more aged and dignified, suddenly twitched his fingers.
His tightly closed eyes opened.
His eyes initially held a blank, lost look, as if he had been asleep for a long time.
But soon, Qingming Festival took over everything again.
He sat up abruptly, and what greeted his eyes was a scene of hell.
The mutilated corpses of the Knights of God, cut in half at the waist, were everywhere, and the blood stained the earth dark red.
In the distance, the mountainside destroyed by the battle between Chenye and Jialin Sheng was still emitting wisps of smoke.
Finally, his gaze pierced through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, settling on a figure from behind.
The figure was chatting and laughing with a strange man in a white mask.
He had a head of messy black hair and a domineering figure.
It's Rocks.
The old man's expression froze the moment he saw his son clearly.
There was no joy in the reunion after a long separation.
There was no sense of relief at surviving such a disaster.
There was only extreme shock and some anger!
"Rocks?!"
He struggled, using all his strength to get up from the ground. His body swayed violently from weakness, but he didn't care.
He extended a trembling finger, pointing directly at the figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and demanded an answer in a hoarse voice.
"Lox?! You... how did you get back here?!"
This question was hoarse and sharp, filled with alienation and undisguised hostility.
Rocks' laughter stopped abruptly.
He slowly turned around and looked at the old man glaring at him.
When the old man saw him turn around, the anger in his eyes burned even brighter. He staggered forward and almost shouted.
"Didn't you swear that you would never set foot on this land again?
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, his lips pressed tightly together into a thin line.
But the unfinished words already said it all.
There must be an irreconcilable conflict between this father and son!
A bloody battle has just ended, and another, even more oppressive storm is brewing.
"Oh?"
Chen Ye, standing next to him, seemed to have finally found something more interesting to do.
He leisurely crossed his arms, leaned back, and rested against a rock about half his height.
The pure white mask tilted slightly, as he watched with great interest this sudden family drama of father-son conflict unfolding before him.
The smile on Lockes' face vanished completely.
He looked at his father, whose eyes, which always burned with ambition and arrogance, now held a complex expression.
There was surprise, the pain of old wounds being reopened, but more than anything, there was an arrogance etched into his bones.
The father and son faced each other across the corpses scattered all over the ground.
The air seemed to freeze.
"snort!"
In the end, it was the old man, Lox's father, who was the first to look away.
Looking at his son's still defiant face, the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by deeper disappointment and heartache.
He wanted to say something, but all the words that came to his lips turned into a cold, heavy snort.
He abruptly turned his head away, unwilling to look at Lockes any longer.
I get angry just looking at it.
Just then, the other purified members of the clan also gradually woke up.
Like Rocks' father, their faces showed extremely complex expressions after they saw their surroundings and Rocks' figure.
There is a natural awe of the strong, an unbreakable bond of blood, but more than that, there is a deliberate distance and an unspeakable barrier.
No one came up to greet them.
No one expressed gratitude to him, their "savior."
They silently got up from the ground and subconsciously gathered behind the old man, looking at the man standing in the center of the battlefield with the same wary eyes one would use to look at an outsider, or even an enemy.
In an instant, Rocks was silently isolated by his own people.
There is an invisible wall between him and his family.
The atmosphere on this battlefield, which had just witnessed blood and fire, was even colder and more tense than when they had faced the Knights of God.
Lox remained silent, watching his father's resolute back and the clansmen who were once familiar but now felt utterly alien.
His arrogant and domineering aura seemed to subside somewhat in the face of the icy wall of kinship.
He stood still.
He watched his father's resolute back and the distant, wary looks in the eyes of his clansmen, his face expressionless.
for a long time.
All the complex emotions in those deep eyes faded away, replaced by a cynical arrogance.
He finally spoke, his voice low but carrying an undeniable penetrating power.
"Old man."
"We haven't seen each other for so long, why are you still the same?"