Nightmare Light

Chapter 313 The Road to the North
The military jeeps of the Wild Wolf Regiment were covered in dust after a long journey. After driving through the fog, the dust and moisture in the fog condensed together, forming patches of mud on the surface of the vehicles.

And these damp muds, in turn, carved out small mud ditches in the wind generated by the high-speed driving.

Lin Wang looked out through the muddy car window at the mountains and land beyond the fog—the scorched earth was almost devoid of vegetation, and the smoke and dust from folk arts and firearms could be seen even in the fog.

In the distant depths of the fog, near the horizon, massive mountains and dust overlapped, like ominous giants slowly marching between heaven and earth.

Occasionally, you can see twisted and damaged military vehicles overturned by the roadside, their bodies twisted, covered in mud and blood. Some of the vehicles are still burning, and you can faintly smell the burning odor through the windows.

Dog gripped the steering wheel, silently staring at the road ahead. His expression seemed calm, but his white knuckles betrayed his emotions.

Tian Taozi sat in the passenger seat, holding a huge bag of potato chips. Her eyelids were already drooping, but she still occasionally tossed a chip into her mouth.

They are heading towards war.

What's more terrifying than facing this war is that these few people are about to stop it.

Lin Wang sat in the back seat, by the window.

While quietly gazing out the window, he multitasked, immersing his thoughts in the space of the tree fern and switching to the perspective of the giant tree.

From the giant tree's perspective, Lin Wang saw that as more pollution was cleared away, more immortals returned to the tree fern, where they bore fruit and made their homes.

The branches and leaves of the tree fern also grew rapidly and regained their green color.

Its growth gradually stopped only when the dense, lush green foliage covered nearly a third of the tree's area.

Even though it's only less than a third of the area, it's still quite astonishing from a distance, almost covering an area that exceeds the size of a city.

When growth ceases and the pure white sunlight filters through the treetops and falls to the ground, the shadows cast by the trees on the ground take on a pure green hue.

The changes in the giant tree have alarmed the residents below. Many people look up to look, and several villagers from the Fog Clan even kneel down to pray.

Lin Wang shifted his gaze from the Mist Clan members and looked back at the treetops.

Some of the dozens of immortals who had just been rescued had regained their senses, while others were still in a daze. However, with the help of Qianlan and Cang, they were gradually restoring order and were all searching for a fruit to condense their own "rooms".

To be honest, Lin Wang really wanted to communicate with these immortals—each of them was a huge treasure trove, both in terms of knowledge and ability.

However, considering that they had just experienced the biggest upheaval in the "immortal realm," or even a tragedy, Lin Wang felt that they should be given some time to process it.

Qianlan's comment on this was: "Pretentious. Immortals are not as fragile as you think."

However, at the same time she said those words, an old man holding a peach was wailing loudly while hugging a huge peach.

Therefore, Lin Wang decided not to disturb them for the time being.

He believed that Gunsan-kun and Muncho-kun would definitely be able to handle things well.

Beneath the giant tree, the light was pure white and soft; the tree was lush and full of life. Outside the car window, smoke and scorched earth, burning military vehicles—two worlds starkly divided.

Lin Wang took a deep breath.

The vehicle crashed through a cloud of fog, and a group of people suddenly appeared by the roadside, attracting Lin Wang's attention—they were several ragged civilians, staggering and supporting each other. Among them were even a few wounded soldiers of the Candle Clan, who had lost their weapons and were silently marching toward Tangsheng City.

Occasionally, military vehicles would roar past on the roadside, but no one offered them any assistance.

“War…” Lin Wang took a deep breath, “is utterly meaningless.”

Dog Brother glanced quickly at Lin Wang through the rearview mirror and gave a wry smile.

"Boss, do you really think you can stop this war with just the few of us?"

He tried to remain calm, but a slight tremor could still be heard in his voice.

"Do you think we can't do it?" Lin Wang asked him in return.

“Boss, this sounds impressive, but... this is, after all, a war that has already begun in earnest.” “The war between the Candle Clan and the Northern People!”

“Boss, I am, after all, a descendant of Lushan. I’ve been talking about politics since I was a child—this war must be full of the schemes of Luoyun Palace.”

"I don't know what those damn politicians really want, but they've put so much effort into pushing this war forward, and it will definitely not stop until they get real benefits."

Dog hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Boss, relying on just the few of us..."

He didn't say what he was going to say next, but Lin Wang and Tian Taozi both knew what he meant.

Lin Wang was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "Simply speaking, I'm definitely not as good as you... No one from Lushan understands politics as well."

But I'm a therapist...

"But I understand human nature."

He said.

"The Northerners control the northern barrier, keeping the Mist Spirits hidden in the fog. Tang Shengcheng's war against them may have some political purpose, but it will also attract the Mist Spirits."

"I believe politicians are stupid, but I don't believe they would be stupid to this extent."

Tian Taozi suddenly turned around and glanced at Lin Wang, grabbed a handful of potato chips and shoved them at him, almost shoving them into his face: "Lin Wang, are you saying that this war is... behind it all?"

"God."

Lin Wang said, "The previous incident involving the Divine Blood Cult can be seen as the Red Feast Lord and the Blood God's desire for a huge amount of blood—essentially an act of an evil god."

He popped a potato chip into his mouth: "What the evil god needs is more than just flesh and blood."

When Lin Wang finished speaking, Dog Brother visibly trembled, and the car shook. The latter quickly steadied the steering wheel.

"Gods?!" Tian Momoko exclaimed in surprise, "Behind this war... are there also gods?"

"I have no evidence, but I suspect so." Lin Wang looked out the car window toward the far north, as if trying to discern the shadows hidden in the mist and the towering mountains.

It seems that some powerful and evil being is hiding deep in the mountains, nourishing itself by exploiting the malice, hatred, cruelty and fear in people's hearts, and dragging the world into evil and chaos.

"Lin Wang... what are you going to do?"

Even Tian Taozi, who is usually carefree, became serious at this moment. She held a potato chip in her hand, brought it to her mouth, but then stopped, looking a little worried.

Lin Wang shook his head: "I haven't thought of a good solution yet. All I know is that this matter must be done."

"If this war is not stopped, more people will die."

"The northern defenses will be torn apart, and the Mist Spirits will storm into the Federation."

"In the end, only one evil god will win, and humanity will lose."

After he finished speaking, he muttered to himself, "I still want to find out about my origins in the North."

After listening to Lin Wang's words, Tian Taozi nodded, but then looked worried: "It's so difficult... I've handled fight cases in the police station: once the two sides start fighting, they get emotional and can't listen to anyone else's control at all—let alone a war."

A brief silence fell over the car, broken only by the roar of the engine and the noise of the tires crushing gravel.

But Lin Wang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Tian Taozi: "So how exactly does the Public Security Bureau handle fights?"

Tian Taozi was taken aback: "Because we represent the rules, and our fists are bigger!"

Lin Wang turned his gaze away from the window, suddenly ruffled the sheriff's hair vigorously, and grinned: "Let's use your method."

"Let's go be the one with the bigger fist."

(End of this chapter)