Destiny is ashes

Chapter 48 Survivors

Blood and evil were flowing, and as the evil spirit of death grew, the evil sword in An Jing's hand became much more condensed.

Although the enhancement is only temporary, this is indeed a magical power where the more you kill, the more you can appreciate its subtleties. The surging evil spirit can allow An Jing to understand the essence of his own magical power more deeply.

"it is good!"

Seeing this scene, the sword spirit raised his tone and praised: "Such a neat way of killing demons, you are worthy of being the 'Sword Wielder' I have waited for so many years."

"An Jing, your talent in martial arts is beyond my imagination."

"Thank you for the compliment." An Jing took a deep breath, but the bloodshot in his eyes became even more intense. He said calmly: "But it's not the time to be happy yet. If Instructor Han and the others don't go back in a while, there will definitely be more people coming."

“We have to speed up.”

Having said this, An Jing took a step and headed towards the dungeon.

But halfway through, he saw the dark golden vessel that had fallen to the side.

The life-nourishing dish was quietly poured onto the ground, and more than twenty blood pills rolled all over the floor.

An Jing paused, he thought of the medicinal paste in the water jar, and those faces, his eyes became bloodshot, and then he raised his sword and walked towards the life-nourishing dish.

Boom!
The evil sword was swung, and the dark golden treasure plate was pierced through. An Jing, with an expressionless face, felt a strange touch, a feeling of extremely tough flesh and blood.

The pierced vessel let out a wailing sound, its luster faded, and it turned into an ordinary black iron vessel.

However, a dark golden luster appeared on the evil sword in An Jing's hand. The blood-colored liquid surged and wiped it out. The luster of the evil sword dimmed a lot, but also became more pure, and even had a hint of profound aura.

An Jing also had a vague feeling of how to control this deep evil spirit. He didn't know the principle, he just relied on instinct, so it was a feeling.

"You can also control the soul demon?"

The sword spirit's voice was a little surprised: "Blood Evil follows killing, it's not surprising that your life star 'Yinghuo' can be controlled, but the soul evil is one of the spiritual evils, subordinate to the 'Zhensui Erxing'... You are not simply the life of Yinghuo?"

The sword spirit came to the same conclusion as the owner of Medicine Manor, but he didn't care: "As expected of my sword bearer, the fate of awakening is extraordinary."

"I don't really understand these things, but they seem quite excited." An Jing shook his head slightly and continued walking towards the dungeon.

With his current strength, he doesn't need to use a key to open the door.

A condensed blood-killing sword light flashed, and the iron chain was broken.

An Jing pushed open the door and walked from the light into hell.

It was pitch black and gloomy. The air was filled with the stench of death, and the uneven bluestone floor was covered with blood scabs and black marks.

Howling and crying. The children in the dungeon had already lost their voices. The cult used the Merciless Water to suppress their ability to move, paralyzing their hands and feet and slowing their movements. They didn't even have the strength to hurt themselves or commit suicide.

Crack! An Jing cut open the door of the outermost cell with a sword. Inside was a skinny girl. She looked up at An Jing woodenly. In addition to fear, there was also a hint of madness in her eyes: "You, you are..."

"I'm An Jing. Senior Brother."

An Jing said this, he felt a little ashamed to mention this name. This name given by the evil cult was extremely ironic to him, because he didn't do anything and didn't save many children.

But now, in order to let them recognize him as quickly as possible, he still used this name to comfort them: "I'm here to save you, hurry up and get out, the dungeon is not safe."

"Big Brother... Big Brother... Wow——"

After a brief hesitation, she recognized An Jing, hugged An Jing's hand, and cried loudly, her voice almost like a howl.

An Jing couldn't tell how many emotions were in the crying. He could only imagine the days and nights of being imprisoned in this dungeon, the loneliness and fear of watching his companions and friends being taken out of the dungeon one by one and disappearing, and the resistance, the blood, the rolling heads...

"I'll take you away."

An Jing promised in a low voice. He held the sword in one hand and supported the body that was so light that it was almost like a skeleton with the other hand and sent it out of the dungeon.

Then the next one. The next one. Until the last one. There were only eleven young men and women alive in the dungeon. There should have been four more, but they died. Today was the day of the ceremony, and they were raided by the Red Armor Guards. No one brought food and medicine, so they died before An Jing arrived.

Two hundred and forty-eight children were sent to the mountains.

One hundred and eight of them were selected to take part in the ceremony, and sixty-six survived.

One hundred and forty people were eliminated, and I don't know how many of them were imprisoned in the dungeon and became sacrificial slave materials for the flesh and blood medicine. In the end, eleven people survived.

Of the seventy-seven survivors, fourteen chose to follow Bai Qinghan and join the Demon Cult, leaving only sixty-two people.

If it weren't for the Merciless Water suppressing the minds and bodies of these children in the dungeon, even the children who had experienced the frost disaster in the northern border would not be able to endure months of dungeon life and would definitely suffer a mental breakdown.

Now, because their minds were still affected by the drugs, these children were relatively "obedient" and followed An Jing's instructions to come out of the dungeon.

Perhaps it was because the cult also needed these boys and girls to make medicine. Although the children were skinny, they were actually in better condition than when they fled in the northern border, except that they didn't have much fat.

After leaving the dungeon, they all regained some strength, but their eyes could not see the light and needed to adapt.

"I know there's a path that leads outside the manor...wait?"

An Jing originally wanted to take the survivors away from Xuanming Manor as soon as possible, but he soon frowned.

He heard hurried footsteps, and he didn't know whether they were retreating or hurrying away: "Someone..."

An Jing jumped up, using the support of the shed to climb onto the wall. He saw a group of cult members following the road and rapidly approaching the dungeon.

"Five horsemen are guarding us... and there are Red Armor Guards chasing us?"

An Jing narrowed his eyes, feeling the internal energy still surging in his body, as well as the sharper evil sword: "It seems that I can't avoid it."

"You guys stay here and protect yourselves."

After giving instructions to the survivors behind him, An Jing raised his leg and took a step forward.

Smoke and dust rose, and his figure disappeared.

"An Jing?"

The demon cult team that was retreating towards Dongshan Farm noticed the news. The leader was a rider who knew An Jing, so he was a little surprised: "Aren't you performing a ceremony..."

Halfway through his words, his expression suddenly changed because he saw An Jing's calm, almost indifferent expression, and saw the evil sword in An Jing's hand.

And, he thought about An Jing's location in Dongzhuang, and what his current expression meant: "Wait, let me explain, those medicines..."

Before he finished speaking, the rider reached for the crossbow at his waist, looked around and signaled his companions with his eyes to take action.

But he didn't notice that An Jing's gaze towards him changed from calm to disappointment.

He didn't notice that the other four people were looking at him with horror.

What's wrong?

Before he could pick up the crossbow to fire, his body had already tilted, half of him fell to the ground, splashing blood all over the ground, and the light in his eyes completely faded.

"I didn't mean to do it... Why can't you just run away when you see me?"

The sword was bright, and he killed the enemy before he could make a move. An Jing took a big step forward, stepped on the rider's body, and broke his spine.

"Are you guys going to take action too?"

Speaking softly, he continued walking towards the Demon Cult members, sword in hand, whose faces suddenly changed and who retreated subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)