Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 2: Old Believers
Gao Yang took the broad sword, and even though he was prepared, he still slammed his arm down hard.

He exerted force with both arms and finally managed to hold the sword firmly in his hands.

The solid touch from his palm and the sharp double blades of the broad sword made Gao Yang feel a sense of security and impulse for no reason!

Seeing Gao Yang holding the greatsword in his hand, Vitas seemed to have completed his mission. He found a stool and sat down. With a slight snap of his fingers, an open bottle of rum appeared in his hand. He drank half of the bottle in one breath, burped with satisfaction, and then looked at Gao Yang:

"You now have three minutes to ask me questions. The timer begins."

Gao Yang heard this and immediately asked, "What do I need to do next to survive?"

"Hahaha, that's a good question."

Vitas laughed out loud, his chest, so strong that it seemed like it was not human, rose and fell violently like a bellows. Then he wiped the wine from his stubble, leaned forward, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"If you don't want to die, then go and kill all those brainless lunatics. Kill all the enemies and you will live!"

"What do you mean by crazy?"

"The Old Ones, a group of foolish, filthy, crazy, fucking pathetic people who think they believe in the sun, but whose souls have actually been devoured by the Old Ones long ago!"

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of shattering quickly restored Vitas's scarlet eyes. He looked down at the glass fragments of the wine bottle in his palm, then looked up at Gao Yang who was holding a sword and on guard. He cursed in a low voice before continuing:
"Anyway, what you need to do next is to work with the garrison to kill those desperate Old Ones."

Gao Yang nodded slightly and put down the sword in his hand again.

He has no problem anymore.

Vitas looked at Gao Yang in surprise, then shouted: "Dulong!"

Then Gao Yang saw a man with an equally strong body but only right eye trotting towards Vitas.

"Go, take the military camp and this person." Vitas pointed at Gao Yang, his eyes thoughtful.

"Gao Yang." Gao Yang said expressionlessly.

"Lamb? I'm still a ewe," Vitas muttered, then pointed at Gao Yang and looked at Dulong: "Go, take the lamb and familiarize yourself with the military camp."

Dulong quickly agreed.

He walked up to Gao Yang, holding his head high and chest out, emitting a vigorous aura: "Lamb, right? Follow me."

Gao Yang followed the other person out of the wooden house in silence.

Twenty minutes later, Gao Yang returned to the wooden house where he first appeared.

During these twenty minutes, Gao Yang and Dulong took a tour of this place, which was called a military camp but was actually a military fortress.

The total number of people in this military fortress is about 10,000, most of whom are soldiers, with a small number of officers, two priests, and three mages who can use magic.

Gao Yang was somewhat curious about the strength of these mages, but when he saw Dulong's evasive attitude, he knew that the status or methods of these three mages were definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Sitting back on the bed, Gao Yang spread his hands flat on his knees. The next moment, a big sword suddenly appeared between his hands.

Gao Yang looked at the big sword, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"The item backpack that comes with this network is much more useful than those storage bags in novels."

This is what Gao Yang figured out in the past twenty minutes. In his consciousness, there is a faint light spot. As long as he focuses his attention on this light spot, the "personal panel", "item backpack", "abyss experience", "multiverse trading center" and so on will appear.

The only things Gao Yang can open now are his personal panel and item backpack. The former displays Gao Yang's personal attributes, while the latter is a storage space of about ten cubic meters. He had previously placed this greatsword in the item backpack.

After putting away and releasing the sword several times, Gao Yang got tired of it, so he put away the sword and turned over to lie on the bed.

Less than three minutes after lying down, he sat up again.

Gao Yang showed a trace of irritation on his face. As soon as he lay down, he would think of the glaring halogen headlights so close to him.

It was like the sword of Damocles hanging overhead, repeating in his ears all the time: When you come out, I will knock you to death!
Gao Yang took several deep breaths, forcibly expelling the scene from his mind, then took out his broadsword and began to practice swinging.

The widest part of the sword is as big as a palm, the thickest part of the sword spine is nearly as thick as a finger, and the whole sword weighs about 20 kilograms.

Even though Gao Yang regularly exercises and his condition is very good, after only swinging the sword for three minutes, his arms are sore and weak, his whole body is sweating, and even his stomach, which had just been filled, feels a little empty.

"This is not okay!"

The sword in Gao Yang's hand disappeared, which made him feel relieved.

Throwing himself on the bed, Gao Yang waited until his strength recovered a little, then stood up again to practice swinging.

Time passed quickly and it was evening.

Because most of the old believers would wait until the sun went down before coming out, the dinner was the most nutritious, and each soldier was even given a piece of bright red meat the size of a sugar cube.

It is said that the flesh and blood of high-level creatures are extremely full of energy.

Gao Yang didn’t know what the high-level creatures meant. He only knew that after eating this meal, he felt warm all over and seemed to have endless energy.

"Boom!!!"

A deep buzzing sound came into Gao Yang's ears. Gao Yang, who had just returned to the wooden house, rushed out and headed towards the west of the military camp.

Dulong once said that this horn was a rally call, and anyone who did not arrive within three minutes after it was blown would be treated as a deserter.

Gao Yang asked rudely at the time what to do with deserters, but Dulong just gave him a meaningful look.

Gao Yang understood and fell silent.

When Gao Yang arrived at the location where the horn was blown, he saw a large number of people standing on the huge playground.

"You're pretty quick, kid." Just as Gao Yang was hesitating whether to blend into the crowd, a voice rang out from behind him. It was Dulong.

Dulong waved his hand and signaled to Gao Yang: "Follow me."

The two of them walked one in front and one behind, and quickly blended into the crowd.

Although he was surrounded by a crowd, Gao Yang did not feel safe at all. Although everyone here was silent and tried their best to appear solemn, Gao Yang could sense a hint of uneasiness.

'Are they afraid?'

Gao Yang was already holding the big sword in his hand at this time, and the heaviness in his hand could slightly suppress his inner uneasiness.

After standing there for less than a minute, the huge crowd began to move towards the city wall.

As they walked, Dulong suddenly turned around, looked at Gao Yang and said, "Boy, if you don't want to die so soon, just stay with me."

Gao Yang felt warm in his heart. This man with a somewhat fierce face was actually a warm-hearted person. This was not the time to show off his strength. Facing the unknown and the threat of life and death, Gao Yang immediately replied:

"Thank you, Brother Dulong."

Passing through the deep city gate, Gao Yang followed the large army out of the city.

Gao Yang turned around and looked at the city wall that looked tall and oppressive under the night sky. The uneasiness in his heart gradually grew. The moment he walked out of the city, it was as if he had left the warm embrace of his mother.

Gao Yang didn't know what was going on, but this feeling must mean something bad was happening.

The troops moved forward another hundred meters, and suddenly Gao Yang heard a vague and indistinct mumbling in his ears.

The mumbling was not audible, but after hearing it so many times, Gao Yang became upset and had many mixed thoughts in his mind.

"Woo~~~~"

It was not until a long horn sounded and the surroundings suddenly became quiet that Gao Yang felt much better.

"Why is it daylight again?"

Gao Yang came back to his senses, looked at the slightly whitening night sky in front of him, and asked questions.

The next moment, his question was answered.

Under the whitening night sky, tall figures gradually approached. They were wearing tattered robes and holding various weapons in their hands. Under Gao Yang's gaze, they were moving faster and faster.

From taking steps at the beginning, to jogging, and then to running!
As they ran, their robes were pulled back so that Gao Yang could see the tiny tentacles and bursting purple muscles beneath their robes.

There were no pupils in their eyes, only the whites of their eyes, but through the whites of their eyes, Gao Yang could feel their fanatical gazes.

"Don't be afraid. When facing something like this, the more afraid you are, the more rampant it will become!"

"They are violent, so we must be more violent than them!"

Dulong, holding a heavy saber, turned around and roared at Gao Yang.

Gao Yang tightly gripped the sword in his hand, and the restlessness in his heart accumulated in his throat, all turned into a loud roar.

With the loud shout, Gao Yang's confused mind suddenly became clear.

At this moment, a low chant sounded on the city wall.

The next moment, light shone down, and Gao Yang suddenly found that his body was filled with endless power. Even the sword in his hand did not seem so heavy at this moment.

He looked around and found that everyone was used to it.

Turning around, he saw three figures holding magic wands standing on the city wall under the night sky.

"Brothers, the Master Mage has cast the Savage Bear spell on us. Follow me and crush these bastards!"

A loud shout came from the front of the troops, and the powerful voice echoed throughout the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, shouts and cries of killing rose into the sky.

Gao Yang was in the middle of it, his blood boiling, and he couldn't help but shout loudly, holding a big sword and rushing forward closely behind Dulong.

The crazy shouts and fanatical chants collided with each other, like two high-speed moving cakes colliding, and in the blink of an eye they turned into a paste, with you in me and me in you.

The pungent smell of blood filled the entire battlefield almost instantly.

Gao Yang was overwhelmed by the disgusting smell of blood, and his dizzy mind became a little clearer.

There were people everywhere, shouts of killing everywhere, broken limbs and scattered internal organs everywhere.

"Pfft!"

The warm liquid was like a sword, soaking Gao Yang's head and face in the blink of an eye.

The pungent smell of blood ignored Gao Yang's feelings and rushed into his nostrils madly, making him dazed.

"Gao Yang, kill it!" Dulong's shrill roar sounded in Gao Yang's ears.

Gao Yang subconsciously turned his head and saw Dulong slashing the shoulder of an old believer who was about the same size as him with a knife. His hands were tightly grasping the old believer's arms full of tiny tentacles, and the muscles in his arms were bulging.

"If you don't want to die, hurry up!"

Dulong's only remaining eye was almost popping out of its socket, and his arms were gradually pried apart by the opponent. It was obvious that he was no match for the opponent in the wrestling match.

The confusion and fear in Gao Yang's eyes disappeared in an instant. He gritted his teeth, clenched the sword in both hands, took two steps forward, roared, and slashed down with the sword with all his strength.

He wants to live!
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(End of this chapter)