The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 462: The Incarnation of the God of Murder

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The night was dark.

On a deserted street.

A carriage sped past.

If your eyesight is strong enough, you can clearly see the details on the galloping carriage -

The headless driver sat in the driving seat of the carriage, whipping forward with the whip in his hand from time to time;

The hollow archer half-crouched on the roof of the car, looking around with lifeless eyes;

The carriage was empty.

Only the distorted space and blurred colors make people realize that there may be some terrifying and powerful existence lurking in the car.

Da da da!
The carriage sped through street after street.

It attracted the attention of countless people who were watching in the dark.

Then rush to the next stop aimlessly.

Suddenly.

A huge beam of white light pierced down from the sky, clearly illuminating the demons and monsters on the earth.

The shadows exposed to the light quickly dissipated.

The white light didn't seem to want to chase the shadows.

It just quickly chased in the direction of the carriage.

However, the carriage was running too fast.

Soon.

At that time, the white light similar to that of a searchlight lost the sight of the carriage and could only sway aimlessly above the vast ruins of the old theater district.

"How arrogant..."

above the sky.

In a slowly floating magic balloon, two air elementals were lying on top of the balloon and yawning.

The symbol of the Truth Church hanging on the canvas had long been blurred.

Even the motto of the innocent scales below was incomplete.

In the basket.

Two men wearing the Truth Church's signature dark blue jackets and trousers were adjusting the angle of a high-altitude searchlight.

The two of them are field members of "Libra of Innocence".

The "Scales of Innocence" is a violent organization of the Truth Cult that judges heretics. It usually has a low presence in the City of Order, Canning.

Mainly because the Truth Cult has transferred most of the law enforcement powers in the city to the Elemental Law Enforcement Team led by the Ingram family.

They only handle cases directly related to the Truth Church.

But this time things are different.

After a curfew was imposed in Canning.

Every time night falls, the number of magic balloons floating in the sky increases many times.

Most of them are field members of the Innocent Libra who are patrolling public security.

This magic balloon numbered 897 is no exception.

Standing in the balloon basket were a middle-aged man and a young and energetic boy.

The shadow of the carriage quickly disappeared in the white light.

The young man couldn't help but mutter:
"You spread the news openly like this. You really don't take us and the city lord seriously..."

"These damn criminals!"

"I think sometimes we just think too much. Maybe the other party is just being mysterious?"

"Just arrest them!"

The middle-aged man smiled faintly:
"Be calm, restrained and humble."

The young man pursed his lips.

But he didn't argue.

Because this is one of the few precepts that members of the Church of Truth must follow.

"The other party dares to act so recklessly in the city. He is either a madman or a strong man who is very confident in his own strength. Which probability do you think is greater?"

The middle-aged man sighed and asked patiently.

The young man still looked unconvinced:

"Even if you are strong, you cannot trample on Canning's laws like this!"

He looked indignant.

The middle-aged man couldn't help laughing:

"Law?"

"Hasn't Ingram trampled on the law enough?"

"Why didn't I see you have such a strong sense of order then?"

The young man blushed.

He muttered:
"This is different!"

"They, they are outsiders..."

The middle-aged man laughed lazily:
"So outsiders can't, but our own people can?"

"Come on, Wennings, there's no difference. Put away your sense of involvement that comes from nowhere."

"Look at you, if I tell you my new discovery, are you going to jump right in and hunt down the owner of that carriage?"

Wennings was stunned for a moment:
"What did you find?"

The middle-aged man took a notebook from the hook next to him, quickly wrote a few lines on it, and then answered:
"The driver, the headless man, is most likely related to the Ingram family..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Weinings couldn't help but refute:

"How could the Ingram family be associated with these evil elements?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him.

His tone was still calm:
"Yes, the Ingram family certainly can't be accomplices to the evil, but it's hard to say about the dead Ingram."

"In fact, I suspect that the driver is our former city lord who has been missing for half a year, the beloved little Mr. Ingram..."

"But he has probably become an undead now. In this case, the owner of the carriage should be a necromancer."

Winnings' pupils shrank.

Expressions of embarrassment, fear, anger, and confusion appeared on his face.

But it all turned into a faint fear in the end.

He himself became silent as a result.

"Do you know how to calm down now?"

The middle-aged man sneered.

Weinings looked a little embarrassed:

"Mr. Ingram is a legendary summoner. He is the pride of Canning. I don't believe he will become a puppet of the Necromancer..."

That's what it says.

But his tone softened.

"Very good. Judging from your reaction, you can still be saved. You won't end up like those wooden people whose heads are full of honor, truth, or order."

The middle-aged man showed a mocking expression:
"So I'll give you a chance. Think carefully about why the order we received was to keep a close eye on that carriage instead of intercepting, arresting or even destroying it."

"Here's a piece of advice for you. Never think you're smarter than the big shots. Sometimes, they just see more than you do."

Wennings bit his lip in dissatisfaction, but also began to think seriously.

"Let me give you a hint. The rumor about the Sacred Artifact of Murder came from an alchemy workshop related to the Seven Saints Alliance."

The middle-aged man said lightly.

There was a gleam in Winnings' eyes. He was not a fool. On the contrary, joining the Libra of Innocence at such a young age was enough to prove his excellence among his peers.

"The owner of the carriage is a mage from the Alliance?"

"He is not the initiator of the gang in the city, but a third party with unknown motives?"

Wennings said thoughtfully.

The middle-aged man said lazily:
"That's pretty much it."

"The descendants of the God of Murder showed up much earlier than the carriage owner arrived in Canning City. Combined with the rumors that followed, the latter came for the former."

“This is simple logic—

If the carriage owner wanted to create more chaos in Canning, he could have just thrown out the rumor bomb about the Sacred Relic of Murder from the beginning, without having to do so much preparation in advance. "

"As for what his motive is, no one except the carriage owner himself can possibly guess."

"At least, we can temporarily judge him as a not-so-bad wizard."

A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in Winnings' eyes:
“Because he chose the old theater district.”

As a native of the City of Order, Wennings has a very in-depth understanding of every district in the city.

The Old Theater District is the most sparsely populated area in the City of Order.

There was once a grand theatre and a bustling market here.

But after a terrible fire, a large number of buildings were burned down and many innocent people were buried in the fire. After their death, they turned into undead spirits attached to the buildings.

At first, people planned to find someone to expel or purify the undead.

But there are different voices within the Truth Church:

They believe that the appearance of these undead is also part of the self-balancing of order.

They advocated that the natives of the City of Order should coexist peacefully with these undead, after all, they were also residents of the city like them when they were alive.

This decision encountered great resistance in the city.

But due to the powerful influence of the Truth Church, it was eventually carried out.

since then.

Ghosts linger in the fire ruins of the old theater district.

However, there is a difference between life and death.

More and more people are choosing to move away.

This place has almost become a vacuum zone with no human habitation in Canning.

Until after the Great Rip.

Only a small part of it is occupied by wandering outsiders.

These wanderers are also afraid of the various rumors of haunting in the old theater district, so they rarely enter the ruins.

Besides.

The most densely populated area in the old theater district is probably the Black River Prison in the northern part of the ruins.

But the guards at Heihe Prison are extremely tight.

Ordinary people can't get close at all.

"He chose the old theater district. It's possible that he chose a quiet place unintentionally, or he may not want to hurt more innocent people."

The middle-aged man added:
"But no matter what, this is inconsistent with the violent people's principle of "must kill people in a busy city." "

"So it's clear that he and the real culprit behind the violent incident are not in the same group."

Winnings nodded.

But soon.

He showed a hint of doubt again:
"But why did he let us see the headless driver?"

“Won’t this exacerbate the conflict?”

"I mean, the suspected identity of the coachman."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment:
"There is another possibility."

"He was warning us not to interfere with their actions."

Weinings's face showed an expression of disbelief again:
"Come onto our turf to warn us?"

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes:
"First of all, this is the Ingram family's territory, not yours."

"Secondly, based on my experience, the Ingram family will never admit that the coachman is the former city lord. This involves too many things..."

"Finally, he is a wizard from the Alliance. If we really want to haggle over this, our Truth Cult is the illegal group. Are you sure you want to reason with those wizards?"

Winnings bit his lip again.

He glanced at the Air Elemental who had listened to the entire conversation between the two but was still yawning, and finally fell silent.

five minutes later.

Wennings asked again with doubt:
"So why did the wizards of the Seven Saints suddenly want to interfere in our Canning's affairs?"

"Who knows?"

The middle-aged man had an indifferent expression:

"After the Great Rip, many things have become so abnormal. We don't even know whether the sun will rise tomorrow. Why should we care about other things?"

The words fell.

The magic balloon's searchlight suddenly swept to the edge of the old theater district.

there.

A large number of elemental creatures are gathering.

That's the Elemental Enforcement Team.

They have completely blocked the borders of the old theater district and started setting up more magical traps and surveillance methods.

"He's a guy who realized it late..."

After being refuted all night, Winnings finally felt some sense of superiority.

He looked at the members of the Elemental Law Enforcement Team with an arrogant expression and said with disdain:
"You just arrived now. How long have we been following them?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him:
"Although those water and fire people do things in a rather dull way, don't underestimate them..."

Weinings suddenly became a little anxious:

“Why can’t we underestimate them?”

"They spent more than a week trying to capture those violent criminals but didn't find any clues or evidence. It was the internal fighting among the violent criminals that led them to find a body. Can this not be called incompetence?"

The middle-aged man sneered:
"You don't really think that the four elemental elders can't find any trace of those criminals?"

Weinings's face froze:
"Then why has there been no progress?"

The middle-aged man sneered:
"Because Canning has been peaceful for so long, many people in the city don't know what danger is anymore!"

"If the city is too peaceful, it will easily lead to chaos. Haven't you noticed that many people are dissatisfied with the policies of Lord Butterfly City recently?"

"To put it bluntly, people tend to cause trouble when they eat too much."

"If you were the city lord, would you choose to continue to increase your efforts to feed them? Or would you let them experience the exciting life outside the city?"

"You know, these days, cannibalism is not uncommon in the wilderness..."

Winnings frowned:
"You mean, the city lord is deliberately holding back the Elemental Law Enforcement Team from solving the case, thereby condoning the murderers?"

"But what about the rich people who escaped?"

“Isn’t their departure a huge loss to Canning?”

The middle-aged man said slowly:

"I heard that the fiscal deficit left by the previous city lord is quite large. The respected Lord Butterfly is in urgent need of money to fill this hole."

“People can run, but money may not.”

"Have you not noticed that there are suddenly many wild boar robbers in the wilderness outside the city recently?"

"The boarmen are widely active in the Dark Region and the Black Mountains in the north. I don't believe that they suddenly appeared in the heart of Canning without the permission of certain people..."

Speaking of it.

He patted Wennings on the shoulder:

"In short, don't judge things by appearances, use your brain more, think more, talk less, and expose less."

"Then just... live well."

"As for work, it's all up to fate. Doing well is an accident, but just muddling through is your duty. Do you understand?"

Weinings let out a long sigh:

"Thank you." "I learned a lot today... a lot."

The middle-aged man's signature playful expression appeared on his face again:

"It's ok."

"I promised your mother to take good care of you."

Wennings' face flushed instantly.

Anger surfaced in his eyes, but it quickly turned into deep helplessness and compromise.

He lowered his head and clenched and unclenched his fists.

"I'm not going to waste the chance she gave me."

Winnings looked up at the middle-aged man.

"very good."

"Get rid of that damn sense of shame, and you will be able to survive better in this world."

For the first time, an expression of appreciation appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

Then he handed the note in his hand to Wennings:
"I said I would give you a chance."

"Take this information to the big shot on balloon No. 131."

"Remember, be quick and concise, and leave as soon as you're done. Don't look at or listen to anything you shouldn't. Do you understand?"

Winnings' eyelids jumped:
"Balloon No. 131?"

"Is the city lord here too?"

The middle-aged man blinked:

"of course."

"It's not just him. There are many big names coming tonight. Remember to come back early. There will be a lot of excitement to watch!"

……

The old theater district, in endless shadows.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The headless coachman drove the carriage quickly across a raised ground.

next second.

The ground suddenly cracked open and turned into a bloody mouth!
The bloody mouth tried to swallow the entire carriage from bottom to top, but in an instant, a gray tentacle emerged from the carriage.

The tentacle pierced straight into the bloody mouth.

Just for a moment.

The tip of the tentacle pierced the mouth of a berserker who had transformed into a road demon.

The wheel ruts rolled over it mercilessly.

"what--!"

The speeding carriage went further and further away.

With miserable wails, the severely injured berserker was quickly eaten by others who came rushing over after smelling the blood!
The smell of blood in the air became stronger.

"The number is increasing..."

In the carriage.

Matthew, with the invisibility orb activated, calmly put away the Pale Hand.

In front of his eyes was an eyeball emitting a strong negative energy.

The Eye of Immortality.

This is an Undead unit transformed from an Observer Beholder.

It can obtain a panoramic view of a specific target at ultra-long range.

After Matthew's subsequent transformation.

It can also be used to view the scene around units it senses at close range.

now.

Through the Undying Eye.

Matthew could see more than three hundred images.

The center of these pictures is always a violent person with fierce eyes and violent behavior.

They are scattered throughout the ruins of the old theater district.

They all came for the "Blade of the Ignorant".

A small number of the violent men have already tried to intercept the carriage.

Unfortunately, the ending was not as expected.

After Matthew killed several of the violent warriors who showed up with his irresistible force, the remaining violent warriors also calmed down.

They are watching and waiting.

Even during this process, they realized that the outskirts of the old theater district had been surrounded by elemental law enforcers, and they were unwilling to leave.

Because they sensed the breath of the sacred weapon of murder.

That's what they dream of.

It is the key prop that enables them to transform into the true descendants of the God of Murder!

No berserker could resist such a temptation.

So they stayed here, chasing the speeding carriages obsessively, trying to find a glimmer of opportunity.

“It’s time to give them a little sweetness.”

in the air.

The aura of the killing field became extremely strong.

Matthew observed that some berserkers, unable to catch up with their carriages and unable to suppress their inner desire to kill, had already started a life-and-death struggle with other berserkers.

These fights lit the fuse of the killing field.

All the violent men began to kill indiscriminately.

Even Matthew could clearly sense that——

As long as he kills all the berserkers present, he will be able to obtain a massive amount of elements in the killing field and seize the authority of the field forged by the flesh and blood of these berserkers!

The temptation is truly tempting.

But Matthew restrained himself.

The person behind the scenes who planned and spread the bloodline of the God of Murder has not yet appeared, so he certainly cannot act rashly.

but.

This did not prevent Matthew from adding fuel to the increasingly fierce fire of killing.

"I want to see if you can really keep your composure."

Matthew chuckled.

next second.

The already glowing red dagger appeared in his hand.

Matthew drew back the curtain.

Under the greedy gaze of a group of violent people.

He suddenly threw the Blade of Ignorance into the crowd!
"Roar!"

The berserkers roared like wild beasts.

They instantly abandoned the carriage and rushed towards the place where the red dagger fell.

"what--"

The screams began.

The first berserker to receive the red dagger was a dishevelled woman.

Her body was covered with mutated barbs and tumors.

Looks like a hedgehog.

But even so, those mutated organs could not stop their kind from rushing towards her madly.

In just five seconds.

The violent man was pinned to the ground by the others, and his body organs were torn into thousands of pieces.

The red dagger was snatched away by a violent man who turned into a werewolf in the chaos!
"Hiss..."

The werewolves under the cover of night made excited and suppressed sounds.

His body turned into a shadow and walked quickly in the moonlight, leaving the other berserkers behind in less than ten seconds!

The werewolf ran at high speed, holding the Blade of the Ignorant in his hand.

He seemed to be absorbing the divinity of the knife and the imprint of the god of murder.

Along with this process.

The werewolf's pupils turned bright red, and his whole body glowed with dazzling snowy light.

However, he didn't run far.

A burly orc suddenly rushed out from the ruins nearby.

Just once.

The orc pounced on the werewolf who was in ghost state!
His claws easily tore open the blood vessels on the werewolf's neck. Before a lot of blood spurted out, the orc had already twisted the werewolf's neck off completely!

Snapped!
He crushed the werewolf's head with one foot, and then held the Blade of the Ignorant in his own hand.

Followed by.

His whole body seemed to be touched by a strong electric current.

A blood light thousands of times brighter than that of a werewolf emerged from the orc's body.

His muscles began to become highly engorged with blood.

His physique has also expanded to more than twice its original size!
at this time.

The group of violent people chasing the werewolf came over.

They all rushed towards the orc who was four meters tall!
But the scene where the owner of the red dagger was eaten by everyone did not appear.

The orc took the initiative to step forward.

A fierce slap was swung towards the crowd.

The strong palm wind tore the surrounding space apart. With a crisp sound, the huge palm blew away the torsos of the two violent men!

Followed by.

The orc let out a loud roar.

All the violent people nearby were so shocked that they could not move.

His huge hand held the small dagger and he slashed at the heads of his compatriots quickly and accurately.

In just a few seconds.

There were more than a dozen heads of violent men on the ground!

The orcs fought more and more bravely.

He took the initiative to rush into the crowd and started a wanton massacre.

But at this time, there were too many violent people attracted by the Blade of the Ignorant.

After killing at least twenty of his kind.

The orc was finally stabbed in the heart by an assassin and fell into the crowd with a scream.

In chaos.

The assassin quickly stole the Blade of the Ignorant.

The berserkers, who were already blood-thirsty, cut the orc's body into five pieces.

Some couldn't help but fight with others around them.

The rest followed the sensation of the holy weapon and chased into the darkness!

Next to the ruins.

The carriage driven by the headless driver slowly stopped.

in the carriage.

Matthew watched the chaotic killing scene coldly.

The assassin who stole the Blade of the Ignorant during the chaos did not survive for long.

From the perspective of the immortal eye.

Matthew could clearly see that the holy weapon of the God of Murder had a new owner, but this person was also in a precarious situation under the siege of his own kind.

The intensity of the Berserkers' battle was about the same as Matthew had expected.

Someone is dying almost every moment.

The buildings around them were also destroyed.

If Matthew had not chosen the rare ruins area in the City of Order, the damage caused by this group of lunatics would probably be even more serious!

And as the killing continued.

Matthew observed.

Some of the berserkers are growing stronger at a speed that can be seen even on the naked eye.

"It seems that the holder of the Murder Certificate can gain a huge amount of XP and elements from killing."

The reason why I think so.

This is because Matthew discovered that a hobgoblin assassin who had been assassinating his own kind had leveled up several levels since he entered the game!

It has probably been upgraded from LV13 to LV16, and there is a trend of breaking through to level !

The hobgoblin assassin did not directly participate in the fight for the dagger.

He acted very calmly.

He never even looked at the dagger from beginning to end. Instead, he took advantage of the chaos caused by the fight for the dagger to continuously reap the lives of the weak!

There are some similar people.

Matthew counted and found that there were about 5 to 7 Berserkers who remained calm throughout the whole situation. They were all doing things similar to the hobgoblin assassins.

Kill people secretly to level up!
If nothing unexpected happens.

The winner of tonight's chicken-eating competition for the holy weapon will be chosen from among these people.

But compared to these violent ones.

Matthew actually cares more about other people——

For example, the legendary summoner in a hot air balloon floating in the sky looks very similar to Little Ingram, and he should be the legendary Lord of Butterfly City;
Another example.

Now a mysterious woman suddenly appears on the edge of the ruins.

"Can you finally bear it?"

With his immortal eyes, Matthew easily locked his sights on the human woman.

The other person was wearing a bright red robe, had waist-length black hair, and had frighteningly white skin.

Matthew felt the breath of the god of murder from her.

But it is different from the faint aura of the Berserker.

The mysterious woman exudes a very strong divine aura!
So strong that Matthew almost thought she was the God of Murder himself!

"Let me see who you are?"

Matthew couldn't help but zoom in on the perspective of the Immortal Eye.

next second.

The woman seemed to sense something.

She suddenly turned around and grinned in the direction of Matthew's perspective.