Starting with the defeated female knight

After all, not to mention how many people in the capital are currently restrained and unable to act for various reasons, what would happen if they were able to move after the explosion?

Even just considering them, they're not of one mind. If they really blow up the capital, they'll all have to have a chicken dinner competition themselves.

So from the very beginning, the demons and monsters' goal was not to kill people, but to push the cart.

Simply put, it means escorting that red river of blood, or more precisely, Wendeta, into the center of the sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood has indeed risen to the surface.

But no matter how much it rises, it cannot change the fact that it is a miracle that exists only in 'ideas' rather than in reality.

However, if we could send Wendeta, who is most closely connected to the Blood Sea and has the best adaptability, into it...

Therefore, through her connection with the Blood Sea, she can use herself as a medium to bring the Blood Sea into reality through the guidance of a miracle.

Using the accumulated evils of the empire over countless years, they will completely transform this place, and indeed the entire empire, into a living hell.

Of course, Green Worm was aware of Wendeta's situation.

After all, she had cooperated and supported Wendeta for so long, and she had seen Wendeta's behavior and knew that her path was not the kind of twisted and crazy thing.

But what does that matter?

If we give her more time, a few years, and let her go outside the empire to change and guide, constantly enriching her own path and reversing the madness in the sea of ​​blood.

Perhaps a few years from now, she will be able to control this sea of ​​blood on her own and then slowly turn it around.

But the problem is, she doesn't have time.

Even without the help of the green worm and other demons and monsters, she wouldn't have been able to achieve what she has now. She might have starved to death long ago, or been strangled by other nobles.

And now, Wendeta is also in a precarious position.

If they don't respond to that sea of ​​blood, then after the chaos in the capital ends, the Blood Cult and the faith behind them will surely be purged and destroyed by the empire when it comes to its senses.

However, if it were to respond to that sea of ​​blood, the newly born path of protection would be utterly powerless to contend with the madness that had accumulated over a century within it.

Once you come into contact with them, it's not a matter of high probability, but 100% certainty that you will be devoured and turned into a monster driven solely by vengeance.

There may be someone tampering with things behind the scenes, but it doesn't matter.

The size difference is too great, and the time frame is too short.

Just like the saying that many people in Beijing often lament.

"too late."

"It's too late."

but......

Escorted by demons and monsters, in a chaotic imperial capital.

Wendetta gripped the large sword in her hand, her gaze sweeping over everything around her as she silently moved forward.

The closer she got to that sea of ​​blood, the more clearly she could feel the pain.

Especially after stepping into the capital, she could sense how much darkness and despair had accumulated in this land she had once dreamed of.

She once thought it was a misfortune to be born of inferior blood, and that the nobles and even commoners in the capital worked with golden hoes, had endless flatbread and water every day, and that everyone was incredibly happy and content.

But after learning more about it, she felt that perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that she wasn't born in the capital.

During this period, she did a lot of things, met a lot of people, destroyed many factories, and killed many people of high or even noble blood.

She became stronger, not only improving her physical abilities but also becoming increasingly skilled at using the miracle of blood.

She became the leader of the Blood Order, and as the order expanded, her status rose steadily, eventually even reaching the capital.

Even so, even now, she still hasn't found the answer to that question.

【what you up to? 】

Yes, her answer at the time was that she didn't want to see those tragedies repeat themselves.

And it was with this belief that they have come to where they are today, and along the way they have indeed prevented many tragedies and accomplished many things.

But that's just 'not wanting'.

Especially later, after teaching her the basics, although the tentacle still accompanied her, it provided fewer and fewer answers and guidance.

Not to mention guidance, later on, even when she directly asked the other party what she wanted to do, the other party would just quietly look at her.

Then, a moment later, I asked her what she wanted to eat for dinner.

To be honest, Wendeta wouldn't mind remotely controlling her and ordering her around with her tentacles.

Just as she said, after that day, her body, soul, and everything else had been completely sacrificed to him.

The problem is that, apart from asking her to hide the existence of the tentacles, the other party really didn't say anything else.

At most, it's when she asks for help or when she needs something to chat about casually.

As for the rest, they are basically things like "What do you want?", "What do you want to do?", or "If that doesn't work, go out for a walk to clear your head."

Frankly speaking, this should have been a good thing. After all, who doesn't like a boss who only helps and doesn't ask for anything in return?

But Wendita felt a little uncomfortable.

Or rather, feeling lost.

She was as lost as the sea of ​​blood beneath her feet.

Driven by her unwillingness, she was swept up by the tide and pushed to where she is today.

As for the Sea of ​​Blood, although it is filled with pain, despair, and a desire for revenge, every thought and every tragedy within it seems to have its own ideas.

Everyone is a victim, and everyone is a perpetrator.

Empires are such magical places, where inequality exists from birth, yet they equally torment every being.

What does she want to do? She doesn't know.

How to take revenge? It couldn't say for sure.

But perhaps it is precisely this confusion that allows them to resonate with each other more deeply.

And after stepping into that sea of ​​blood, without any miracles to guide it, the sea of ​​blood began to gather automatically.

The power began to grow.

One tragedy after another surfaced in her mind, and the grudges accumulated in the past, along with their connection to her, began to roar.

Slaughter, revenge, harm.

Bloody, cruel, and twisted.

Compared to those tragedies, the path she forged seemed so fragile and laughable.

The Blood Order she founded was just as naive and childish.

In particular, she also saw in the sea of ​​blood that it wasn't that no one had tried to make a change, or that no one had done the same thing as her.

They've even done it better, more perfectly, and more powerfully...

Their fate was even more tragic.

As long as humanity exists, as long as bloodlines exist, no matter how hard we try, what we do, or what results we achieve.

Ultimately, even the highest-flying bird will eventually run out of strength.

Once you stop, you will fall into the sea of ​​blood again, repeating that painful cycle.

Beautiful things are always fleeting, but pain is eternal and unique.

Then throw yourself into it, then embrace the pain.

Anyway, nothing can be changed, no one can be happy, and in the end, everything will be the same.

Why not immerse yourself in it from the very beginning, to hurt, to fight, to betray?

While numbing his senses with drugs called revenge, he watches a world where everyone is suffering, exchanging the misery of others for a moment of solace.

but......

What is "English-speaking thinking"?

As it complained, the tentacles spread out from the sea of ​​blood and patted Wendeta's cheek.

Hey, wake up, don't sleep anymore!

Pop, pop, pop.

The twitching, one after another, accompanied by mental pollution, caused Wendeta, and even the 'thoughts' within her, to pause.

Then, they all looked at the tentacles.

"Sir, you..."

It's okay, I wasn't planning on stopping you.

The tentacles twitched slightly, then shook their heads.

Anyway, it wasn't my fault, and it has nothing to do with me. You want revenge, but as an outsider, I have no reason to interfere, and I don't want to get involved.

[I just feel that I need to show you something before you take action.]

Although it could be shown to the Crimson Child and Wendita before, only at this moment, after the Blood Sea fully resonated with Wendita.

Only those minds, though part of the Blood Child, struggling in agony, can open their eyes and see what he wants to show through Wendeta's eyes.

Then, several photo crystals were thrown out.

Then, they were played one by one.

First, the scene inside the Tentacle Cave.

Children of the poor, deformed, nobles, commoners, and even the poor all gathered in a small house, laughing and playing together.

They receive the same education, get headaches together in math class, secretly cheat on each other's work, and get hung up and whipped when the tentacles find out.

Children are the easiest to mold. Even if the number of children increases later, just like when Dawn City recruited refugees, the newly arrived children, after being assimilated, can also be used as new material to assimilate other children.

The final result was naturally that it snowballed and grew bigger and bigger. Now, although he has gained a bunch of delicious children, Green has also completed all the modifications before he surfaced on the sea of ​​blood.

Looking at the scene inside the tentacles, Wendeta and her thoughts fell silent.

It wasn't that I immediately realized something was amiss, but there was a strange feeling that a group of tentacles were surrounding the child...

Fortunately, neither Wendetta nor those blood-red thoughts had been with the tentacles for more than a day or two.

Although his gaze toward the tentacles gradually became strange, after gathering his thoughts, he at least came to understand something.

But before they could ask any questions, the tentacle opened the second crystal.

That was John's chapel, and then there was the series of actions taken by the church afterward, and even earlier, the actions of the nobles from the original investigation team.

As it turns out, even in the capital city, even in such a rotten state, there is still a glimmer of hope in this foul environment.

Especially in contrast to those around them, even the greedy and corrupt bishops appeared so upright and kind.

Especially after the chapel incident, as clergy left the cathedral to reach out to those from the lower and middle classes who were previously separated by only a wall but had almost no communication with them and could only be reached through books.

As the dust that had been covering their eyelids gradually faded, they finally saw reality clearly and could no longer deceive themselves.

Finally, the seed of goodness and miracles planted by the old pope slowly sprouted.

After a moment of silence, Wendeta opened her mouth, but before she could speak, her mouth was blocked by tentacles.

[Don't speak, just keep watching]

The third crystal was lit, and this time it revealed a familiar figure.

Although it is still immature and fragile, Wendetta's Blood Order has indeed taken shape.

Not only have they successfully prevented numerous tragedies, but through their continued actions, they have gained increasing recognition and respect from many people.

The belief in blood continued to spread, which did indeed create many problems and cause a lot of bloodshed and death, but overall things were getting better, and the belief in blood did not cause that painful cycle.

Next, the fourth crystal was activated.

This time, it was a pre-recorded broadcast from Dawn City.

Regardless of social status or bloodline, and even including orcs and elves, everyone lived together, cooperating and sharing tasks, and there seemed to be no problem.