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The sharp screams scared the larvae outside the house and made them tremble. Only the bigger one tried to look over here, but the ropes connected one after another, trapping him in place. He rolled on the ground, twisting himself into a maggot, and used his relatively strong mouthparts to crawl over there with great effort.

Before it could crawl forward a few steps, it was dragged back by those larvae that looked small but were actually very heavy.

"Let me go and take a look, let me go and take a look." He crawled there with all his might, and even tears welled up in his eyes.

After his unremitting efforts, as the screams in the room gradually weakened, he was about to get close to the crack of the door to see the scene inside, when the rope was pulled suddenly as if it had been stretched to its limit, and then it bounced.

He watched the slightly dim but soon-to-be-clear image disappear rapidly from his sight and let out a short scream.

In an instant, all the bugs were entangled by the ropes, and he was pressed in the innermost part with no hope of living.

The worst thing was that after all this commotion, the larvae, who had been forced to be quiet out of fear, started wailing again and completely drowned out the screams in the room. Their tears even formed a small puddle on the ground. He happened to be lying on the ground with half of his face submerged in the slightly salty puddle, feeling hopeless.

The shaking of the earth caused the larvae that had been piled together to scatter everywhere again. The knot in the rope fixed those that wanted to flee in a panic in the opposite direction forever.

Once the burden was lifted from him, he was finally able to hold his head up high.

He looked up and saw a line of soldiers wearing heavy white armor, holding standard weapons and pure white cloaks engraved with exquisite patterns. Apart from their height, they were so neat and uniform. The silver standard weapons were shining, perhaps they were really glowing.

The border, which was originally dusty and somewhat gloomy, is now bright and seems to be no different from the legendary white palace.

He couldn't help but stretch his neck to look, and was so obsessed with it that he even forgot to wipe the tears from his face.

332 God’s Majesty Cannot Be Blasphemed

Standing purely calmly at the front of the team, he naturally saw the group of entangled larvae.

He had sensed the position of God and had glimpsed a fact that was a little too funny to say.

That is, the gods were tricked away by the bugs from other kingdoms that had been giving them headaches for a long time. Of course, it was probably just that the gods thought it was interesting and came out to play.

When Chunchun first learned this fact, his originally tense heart immediately relaxed. He never worried about the safety of God, but only worried that the other party was too far away and couldn't find the way back, or that the way back was too bumpy. No matter which possibility it was, it was their dereliction of duty.

He marched forward without stopping, and the neatly arranged troops formed a circle around the periphery.

"The third line, step out." Pure said, looking at the tangled larvae. "Go check to see if the number matches the missing insects, then hand them over to the guards to check them one by one."

After saying this, it opened the door and walked into the house, completely unaware that it had gained a little admirer, the kind whose eyes would light up when it saw it.

When it went in, the ghost was sitting there leisurely rubbing the bone nails. There was a cold corpse lying on the ground, motionless. If it had a sharp eye, it might be able to see the forelimbs rolling not far away.

But it didn't even give a glance. Its eyes only contained ghosts and could not accommodate anything else.

If Green were here, he would definitely ask questions, a lot of questions, asking what's going on with the bugs on the ground, asking if his father has been wronged, and asking questions that he already knows the answers to but still enjoys asking.

For example, the ghost will definitely answer that the bug on the ground is a dead bug.

No grievances

But purely without asking questions, it only tells things.

Purely holding the bone nails upright in his hands with a calm look in his eyes, an outsider would probably think this posture was not a negotiation but a threat.

"The Knights have too few bugs."

[Then increase]

The ghost calmly held up the sign while taking back the shiny bone nail that he had polished again.

"There are too few qualified bugs I can find."

The ghost listened to the other party's difficulties and showed confusion. The originally neat words on the sign immediately turned into a pile of garbled characters. After a long time, they were rearranged.

[? ]

"So I begged God." Pure tone paused, and then knelt on one knee solemnly and respectfully.

It lowered its head, still holding its bone nail in its hand. It no longer needed to express its loyalty to God because they believed in each other so wholeheartedly.

But some etiquette cannot be abolished, some things that should be followed cannot be forgotten, and some lines cannot be crossed.

This is something that should be strictly followed.

The dim, slightly warm orange light dyed the bright silver armor the same color as the light. No expression could be seen under the mask, but even so, it could not conceal its piety.

It thus knelt on one knee before the God to whom it had sworn eternal allegiance, ready to put forward its bold opinion.

"I hope God will allow me to use the deeper authority of the void to ask my fellow beings who were once buried, asking them if they are willing to come back again, asking them if they are willing to break free from their eternal sleep, and asking them if they are willing to serve at God's side."

"With guidance and proper training, they will become the most loyal knights, the sharpest blades, the strongest shields, the swiftest cloaks, and a formless bone nail that will belong only to you."

"They will pledge allegiance, as I do."

Such a solemn scene, such a solemn oath, but for the ghost, there were probably only a few important words left, so it just looked at it purely and nodded calmly.

When Green came over, he was still holding Quino in his hand. As for the members of the guard, they were still encircling the remnants of the defeated troops who had not left. No, they were not remnants of the defeated troops, but just some insects that needed to be dealt with.

When Green attacked, no one was left alive. He would not allow his father's kingdom to be spied on or taken over by any insects, so those who dared to take this step were turned into fertilizer for flames and food for nightmares. They were completely destroyed from body to mind, leaving only a handful of black ash on the spot.

In the end, the black ash was blown away by the wind created by Green and scattered everywhere.

After dealing with those damn guys on Lan Lu who he disliked, he rushed all the way here at almost the fastest speed in his life, but when he came over, he still found that he was a step slow.

There was a large area of ​​silver light flashing in the distance, and he could imagine whose men it was with a little thinking.

It was almost easy for him to imagine that the other person was alone with the ghost.

The flames of jealousy almost burned into substance, and even Quino was almost affected. He quickly dodged to the side and patted the flames on his body, then looked at Green who was already burning.

As if he understood something, he spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. He found it funny, but didn't dare to say anything more.

The next moment, pitch-black flames shot through the silver formation, and the scorching flames left a temporary black mark of burnt fire on the armor of the knights who were motionless like sculptures.

The masks of some shorter and less fortunate ones were even smoked black, but even so, they did not move an inch.

This made Greenton, who was ready to see their angry expressions, feel bored, so he quickened his pace to look for the ghost.

What he didn't know was that there was a slightly older child among the pile of larvae, who remembered him with a vengeance.

Remember, this is a jerk.

He had intended to melt the closed door with fire, knowing his father wouldn't care, but before he could act, the door opened and he ran head-on into Green.

The two people's eyes met in the air for a moment, and then moved away.

Green impatiently approached the ghost and squatted down with an aggrieved look on his face.

The ghost raised his hand and stroked it for a moment, and Green also saw the bug lying in the room through his peripheral vision.

"Father, what's the matter with that disgusting corpse?"

[A dead bug]

Green didn't ask any more questions. He was eager to leave this terrible place. The wind and sand were blowing so hard that his body was covered with dust.

"We need a campaign. God's majesty cannot be desecrated." But he just looked into the distance.

Even if the ghost didn't care, even if the ghost followed them out on its own initiative, no matter what, the other party's actions were undoubtedly a complete provocation, and all provocations should be washed away with blood.

333 The Army Approaches

What kind of bug is a ghost.

This question sounds easy to answer.

At least the guys in the chat group can give you multiple affirmative answers. They are kind, friendly, reliable, and can always be trusted. Some creatures will even tell you that ghosts are the only savior.

Not to mention Green and pure answers.

The most possible praise will be heaped upon the ghost, such is his blind and fanatical faith.

But Honeyett would give a very different answer.

Dangerous and sharp.

This doesn't sound like a description of a living being.

It doesn't really sound like a compliment, but it is the most accurate description, at least for the ghosts of that period.

Ghosts were created as weapons, and even though that time was short enough to be forgotten now, some fundamental things still exist.

Just like it would carelessly slaughter all the insects that blocked its way, leaving the ground littered with broken limbs, and every inch of soil soaked with orange juice.

Later, when the bone nails were repaired and his sword skills became more sophisticated, the corpse was cut in two.

Of course, this was not without cost. Its containers shattered one after another, and then it searched the bottom of the abyss to find a slightly new empty shell container to house itself.

It was just like this, stepping on the corpses on the ground, its own and those who blocked its way, that it completely extinguished the radiation in the void and took back the last bit of hope and flame of the once ruined dynasty.

So when faced with Chunchun Xin's request, it nodded without any hesitation.

Even if what it agrees to is a war, a bloody war.

Ghosts can completely use absolute force to establish social connections with another kingdom. Even if the ghosts are not aware of this, Pure is well aware of it, and Green also understands it.

They could achieve their goal without bloodshed. There would be no war and no casualties, except for those unlucky bugs.

But why do that? To show so-called mercy? No, mercy can only be given to those who are worthy of it. If that kingdom did not choose to test it and did not attack the larvae, Hallownest would not mind making friends with friendly neighbors.

Of course, there will always be some people who say that this price is too heavy, that they should not pay such a heavy price, and that the decisions made by the upper level should not be borne by the people below.

But with the ghosts here, it’s a whole other level.

If the ghosts were not here, they might just take the heads of these insects and break into the palace of that kingdom, discussing some irresistible things in an irresistible tone. Now it is not possible. They might spare the lives of civilians, but other than that, they should all be eliminated.

Furthermore, the Void had long been established as the sole faith, and the eight-eyed, pure black octagonal emblem was a sacred object designated for circulation in Hallownest. If it weren't for the purpose of preventing ghosts from being troubled when traveling in the form of a container, even this appearance should have been recorded in the doctrine for people to admire.

Most of the bugs in Hallownest are fanatical believers of the Void. They will be the most enthusiastic supporters of the war, so Pure and Green have no reason to hold back.

Faith cannot be tarnished, and Stark's concerns are correct in some cases.

Those fanatical and blind believers in God will indeed turn their butcher knives against innocent people.

But are those bugs really innocent? The upper class aristocrats enjoy the benefits brought by this country, so they should bear the disadvantages brought about by the country's wrong decisions.

They are one and the same, so how can they be completely innocent?

Just as a kind master is still a master and a vicious servant is still just a servant, the class divisions are more divided than different races.

The army of the Holy Nest was so vast that their well-aligned steps gradually went deeper into the howling wind, while Quino took the larvae and went back one step ahead.

It wasn't some despicable exclusion or any personal inadequacy. After all, the Guards and the Knights had different duties, and he was just fulfilling his responsibilities.

When you hear the plea for war.

Quino did think about dissuading him, but he put his hand down halfway. He was also a warrior, so he naturally understood what was undue mercy.

But when he saw the larvae looking at the Knights with bright and admiring eyes, he was completely hesitant and speechless.

He grabbed the larva that was the most throwing a tantrum and trying to stay with the Knights, and led the other larvae home.

Before leaving, he looked back at the ghost and sighed.

"Hopefully that little guy will know his limits."

This was the only prayer he could offer for those unfortunate souls who were about to die.

Even if it sounds pale and weak.

The pure sense of direction is really good. They didn't know the location of that kingdom, but after seeing the corpse, they suddenly understood. It used the void spell to deprive the remaining spirit of the insect, and finally, relying on this little spiritual remnant, it explored his activity and stability in various directions.

And the silent body was still lying peacefully in the simple house.

By the time they found the right direction and arrived, they didn't waste much time walking, but the strong wind and sand blocked the way of many insects.

The well-organized army stopped not far from the city, quietly waiting for an order, and then they could tear apart everything that stood in their way.

Such a rampant and conspicuous invasion method naturally attracted the attention of this country. When the king saw this large army, he subconsciously broke out in a cold sweat.

Maybe it was just a silver spear candlestick. He pretended to be calm and used such a poor excuse to cover up his panic.

Some nobles who could no longer hold back were clamoring to send out troops. In the eyes of those nobles, they were just some soldiers dressed in the same uniform. Such a small number could not make much of a splash in this kingdom and would soon be completely submerged in the waves and disappear without a trace.

After all, they had been giving too much advice on how to treat this close neighbor, and they hated their mere existence even more than the king himself.

But after waiting for a long time, the army did not move, like a fake toy.

Perhaps it was something those guys had used to fool the bugs? Those already fanatical nobles imagined some lucky break and took pride in it.

"Look, I told you that the king is just an ignorant fool who was frightened by some false creations."

One of the nobles, holding a cup of tea, sneered and shouted this unrealistic fact.

"They dare not do anything. Our kingdom is the most prosperous. Everything will disappear in the invisible confrontation!"