area51novel Chapter 1365 The Suffering of the Desert Country
Chapter 1365 The Suffering of the Desert Country
The setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the border of the desert oasis into a dead crimson. The once hopeful land was now covered with scars, broken walls and ruins whimpered in the wind, and broken flags were still hanging on the charred wooden stakes.
The yellow sand was soaked in solidified dark red, entangled with broken swords and scattered armor, telling of the brutal battle that had taken place not long ago.
Most of the human corpses maintained their final fighting postures, some still tightly grasping blood-stained spears, some with fingers deeply dug into the gravel, and the solidified blood scabs formed strange patterns on the armor.
Beside them were the corpses of some demons, with huge limbs covered with scales, torn membrane wings, and bones gleaming with faint light, twisted and overlapping with human bodies, making it impossible to distinguish the boundaries between them.
The foul smell of blood mixed with the unique fishy smell of demons fermented in the dry air.
Several vultures circled at low altitude, making hoarse cries, but they did not dare to land easily. It was safest to wait until night to come back and eat the corpses.
The palm trees at the edge of the oasis were broken in half, their trunks covered with claw marks and burnt holes, and their emerald green leaves had long since turned to charcoal.
The wind blew through the ruins, stirring up dust and torn strips of cloth, making a plaintive wail.
The once bustling oasis tribe is now nothing but a feast of death. Even the sunlight seems to be dyed an ominous blood color, quietly shrouding this forgotten battlefield.
"Claire, how many living people have you found?" The blonde woman with an angelic face said with a hint of regret in her eyes. Denise came too late. If she had come a moment earlier, more humans could have been saved.
Claire has short, neatly trimmed hair and is also a female greatswordsman. She is a great beauty among the crowd, but when she stands next to her adoptive mother, her beauty and strength are not worth mentioning.
While Denise was killing the demons in the oasis, Claire was responsible for finding survivors through perception. The two female greatswords arrived not too late and found a group of women and children in a hidden cellar.
The men living in this oasis fought the demons to their death. As fathers and husbands, they deserve praise. They used their lives to delay the arrival of the two great swordsmen and protect their wives and children.
"Including the elderly, women and children, there are fifty-three people. There are no young or middle-aged people among them. They are all a bunch of pitiful people." Behind Claire stood a group of survivors. Facing the oasis covered with corpses, each of the lucky survivors had a pale face.
Some women suppressed the nausea in their hearts and kept searching among the pile of corpses, trying to find their loved ones, but it was difficult to find even a complete body at the scene.
"This oasis is no longer habitable. Take them back to a safe place. Don't leave any bodies here. Burn them all," Denise gave further instructions.
Thanks to Tianmu's instigation, and in addition to this, Dajian has been running around the desert country for some time, saving many innocent people from the mouths of demons.
The smiling Denise is regarded as the savior by the humans in the desert country. If it weren't for the salvation of this angel, humans would be nothing more than livestock raised by demons, who would break in from time to time to feast on them.
"Lady Denise, can I collect the bodies of my husband and son?" An elderly woman walked out of the team and looked at Denise with pleading eyes, hoping that the angel would have mercy on her.
Claire answered directly on behalf of her adoptive mother: "Flesh that has been torn by demons will be infected with demonic energy. Burying the contaminated corpse in the soil will pollute nearby water sources and green plants. It will be eaten by vultures in the sky, which will cause mutations in scavengers. Burning it is the best way."
After hearing the explanation of the female swordsman, the old woman almost fainted on the spot, and kept lamenting that she had a bad life, as both her son and husband died at the hands of demons.
The old woman muttered to herself, repeating the names of her husband and son, her voice hoarse as if it had been sandpapered.
Denise walked in front of her, and the afterglow of the setting sun softly shone on her long golden hair, outlining a holy outline.
She had an angelic smile on her face, which was pure and compassionate, as gentle as moonlight, and dispelled some of the chill.
She slowly squatted down, looked at the old woman at eye level, and gently held the hands that were trembling with sadness. Her hands were unusually warm, as if she could pass strength to the other person.
"Mother-in-law," Denise's voice was as gentle as a feather brushing across the lake of my heart. "I know you must be in great pain right now. The feeling of losing your loved one is like having your heart torn apart."
The old woman cried even louder, as if she wanted to pour out all her pent-up sorrow. Denise did not interrupt her, but just stayed with her patiently, her eyes full of understanding and sympathy.
After the old woman calmed down a little, Denise continued: "They used their lives to exchange for your chance to live. That is their deepest love and protection. You see, although this land is devastated, the sun will still rise tomorrow."
Denise hopes that the old woman will look forward. The deceased father and son must not want to see their mother-in-law depressed. They hope that you can live well with them.
The old woman stared blankly at Denise's clear and determined eyes. There was no trace of falsehood in them, only pure compassion and encouragement.
All the survivors present were saved by the smiling Denise, and everyone gradually came out of the sad atmosphere.
Claire took advantage of this opportunity to start a huge fire on the pile of corpses. The blazing flames burned the corpses of humans and demons together.
The survivors stood beside the two greatswords, watching the flames engulf the corpses on the ground. They sensed the demonic energy and burned the remaining demonic energy to ashes before leaving with satisfaction.
The way for the survivors to leave is to "hitch a ride". With each other's support, they climb onto the back of the moving crab. This big red crab with human-like nature will take them to a safe place.
"Eyelashes, you did a good job. I will buy you some more delicious fruits when I get back." The eyelashes that Denise mentioned were the desert camel that the woman was caressing. The lustful camel was so happy to be caressed by a beautiful human woman.
The moving crab, codenamed Scissors, is a friend of the lustful camel Eyelash. Ever since he got close to Denise in the desert country, the camel has been almost inseparable from his greatsword.
Eyelash is the name Nami gave to the lustful camel. It managed to survive the chaos in the royal capital and ran to the wild where it was rescued by Denise who passed by. It then became Greatsword's means of transportation.
The lustful camel carried the two female greatswords and climbed onto the back of its good friend, the moving crab. It followed orders and moved towards the human gathering area. It used its huge crab legs to move very quickly in the desert.
The largest settlement nearby was built by Denise by gathering the surviving humans. They were all a group of poor people persecuted by demons, and most of them had relatives killed or injured by demons.
The newly appointed king was powerless to stop the rampant demons and could only pretend to be blind and deaf. Crocodile didn't have any better solutions and didn't want to care about saving the weak who couldn't pay taxes.
The Black Cult took this opportunity to follow Denise's path and gradually infiltrate the desert country. With the entry of the third force, the fate of this already turbulent country and individuals became even more uncertain.
Princess Weiwei, who was in exile, was powerless and had no power to save her own people.