Carefree Path of Dreams

Chapter 1156: Poetry

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

At the end of Black Iron Year 401, a large-scale plague broke out in Green Forest City in the Carls Federation.

No one knew where this virus had come from, but it spread all over the city in an instant. It was extremely infectious, took less than three hours from infection to onset, and the death rate was one hundred percent.

Moreover, the corpses would gain powerful strength and long for the flesh and blood of the living. They were given the name ‘walking dead’.

If not for some extraordinary factors that prevented this virus from spreading to the world, it might have already been completely destroyed.

Even though this disaster affected only one city, it rapidly created hundreds of thousands of walking dead and also took away most of the energy of the federation. The Investigation Agency and the army had no choice but to rush to aid and isolate it from its surroundings. Even Holy Celbera and Arkham felt uneasy.

In such an environment, the disturbances of the vampires and ghouls in Kimbert City seemed insignificant.

Even if Clayon could produce evidence that cultists were planning to hold a summoning ritual for an Ancient, the so-called Ancients who had ruled the planet were but a myth to most.

Moreover, even those who had a bit of knowledge about it would not believe that some remnants of the Church of the Eye were capable of completing such a grand ritual.

And with the pressing matter of the walking dead, all sorts of actions were inevitably delayed.

The people of Kimbert City were in utter despair. The killings of the vampires and ghouls might not have exceeded ten thousand, but the psychological pressure caused by them was utterly terrible. The roads outside were packed with all sorts of moving cars. After the rich fled, only the ordinary people were left and forced to survive. They added additional protective measures to their windows and doors, and the prices of daily necessities skyrocketed. The entire city seemed to become a dead city at night.

“Master...” Morigu stood beside Fang Yuan in the convenience store. “The higher echelons of the Church of the Eye have settled in Kimbert City and created the conditions to capture the sacrifices for starting the Offering of Souls... But I have to say, regardless of the quality of the sacrifices, their technology is really... backward!”

“Backward is an understatement. I seem to be looking at a bunch of primitive people dancing with stone tools...” Fang Yuan raised his cup of hot cocoa. “There are so many common sense errors in the ritual runes and all sorts of irregularities, even confusion on the ritual itself. They didn’t fail after so many years only because the Eye of Darkness really blessed them!”

“The most suitable sacrifice for starting the Offering of Souls is Nietzsche! But this will obviously conflict with Master’s goal. Do you want me to do something about it?”

“No need. The convenience store is just a safe haven. If someone who’s favored by destiny were to die in the hands of cultists, then that’s his fate...”

Fang Yuan put down his porcelain cup. “However, we need to help those from the Church of the Eye. Otherwise, they won’t be able to summon the Ancient even if they finish collecting the flesh, blood, and soul...”

...

Late at night.

Since the emergence of ghouls and vampires, being a police officer had become a high-risk occupation, and they would be killed in monster attacks from time to time.

Right now, all of Kimbert City was lacking in police force. Clayon could not do anything about it either.

After all, they were ordinary people and were definitely afraid of such monsters. They could not just ignore life and death.

The strength of the Investigation Agency and the elite forces of the military had been transferred to Green Forest City since it would be a disaster for humanity if the walking dead virus were to spread from there.

“I have to work overtime at night, and there’s no overtime bonus! I hate this job!” Nietzsche complained in dissatisfaction while on patrol with a few men in black.

Actually, he was just joking. As an Extraordinary, his compensation was naturally higher than that of ordinary people, and he could even apply for special funding for practical experiments and so on.

Especially since the situation now was so critical. Although they might be understaffed, funding requirements would certainly be met.

I have to look at a few more pages of the Book of Sen Luo!

Nietzsche touched the revolver full of enchanted bullets at his waist.

However, what he trusted the most was his extraordinary abilities.

Boss Andy is absolutely plotting something... In particularl, the Book of Sen Luo was truly all-encompassing. Even Nietzsche had broken out in cold sweat when he read some of the strange curses.

After reading just a few pages, he was confident that he could cope with the other Extraordinaries, even suppress a veteran like Angelina.

So far, there have been no cases of spirits attacking. Of course, perhaps they’re happening in secret. The most critical are still the ghouls and vampires...

Nietzsche pondered slowly. All of a sudden, a sharp scream came from the dark streets, echoing in the empty night, making people shudder.

“Go!” Nietzsche roared and hurried toward the source of the sound.

It was not easy for the vampires and ghouls to find suitable targets when everyone was extremely vigilant and had fortified their homes as though they were fortresses.

Forced intrusion became an inevitable choice, which was loud and easily attracted attention.

“It’s coming from there! The Shamrock Pea Building! Call for reinforcements!”

Nietzsche arrived under a building with a flash of golden flames in his eyes. Even in the dark, he could clearly see the window on the third floor. The wooden railings had shattered, and there was a large hole.

He walked up the stairs and found the room corresponding to the window. He heard the sounds of fighting inside and kicked down the door directly.

Bang!

Wooden shards flew as the door broke into many pieces.

Nietzsche immediately saw the scene within the room.

A woman was lying in a pool of blood with a large hole in her stomach, her intestines and inner organs vaguely visible.

A giant ghoul beside her on all fours was obviously the culprit.

The male of this family had a double-barreled shotgun in hand and was ready to shoot at any time.

“Die!” Nietzsche quickly drew his gun. Holes penetrated the ghoul’s body, and it fell to the floor.

“Simple and easy. Looks like I was being too cautious...” Nietzsche sighed inwardly. “So, I’m already so different from normal humans...”

“Who are you? Don’t come near me!”

That male was panicking at the moment and pointed the muzzle of his shotgun at Nietzsche.

“Hey! Brother, don’t worry, I’m not someone bad. I’m just a civil servant specialized in dealing with these monsters... Hmm, I should count as a civil servant?”

Nietzsche stepped forward with a smile, ready to take out his ID and call a few police officers over.

Bang!!

The male screamed and pulled the trigger.

The steel balls from the shotgun seemed to flow out like sinking sand, covering the entire area instantly.

Even an Extraordinary like Nietzsche only had time to inch slightly away. He immediately felt his right arm, waist, and face hurting as though wasps had stung him. The powerful force made him step backward. “Damn it... what are you doing!”

“I got you, my pretty little thing!”

The male snickered and flew forward. His speed and power were definitely beyond the scope of an ordinary human.

“Flame!” Nietzsche chanted the incantation quickly, and a golden flame fell onto the man.

He screamed and rolled onto the floor quickly. A layer of skin fell off, revealing Hannibal’s face!

“It’s you!” Nietzsche’s eyes narrowed. “I will avenge the hatred of Vivienne and so many colleagues! You won’t be able to escape this time...”

“Escape? Why should I escape?” Like a gentleman about to attend a ball, Hannibal was calm as he ripped the rest of the human skin apart. His gaze especially made Nietzsche very uncomfortable, looking at him like he was food.

And Nietzsche knew that he would definitely be able to do it!

Whoosh!

A ball of golden flames appeared in his right hand.

“Extraordinary! And at the Controller level...” Hannibal’s eyes gleamed. “Very good!”

“Good?” A tremble suddenly spread through Nietzsche’s body.

He threw himself to the side without stopping to think.

Swoosh!

The next moment, black tentacles appeared where he was just at.

“Hehe... I know you. You’re the kid that got away...” A woman with only one eye walked out from the darkness. “Quick... come to Mama!”

“It’s you!” The one eye and this laughter roused some memories in Nietzsche, making him see red. “Go to hell!”

The terrifying golden flames seemed to have sensed his anger and rose instantly, burning like a funnel toward the other party.

This ability to control flames was something he had obtained after reading one of the pages from the Book of Sen Luo. It matched the Great Sun Meditation Technique, and they complemented each other.

Whoosh!

The flames rose, and the temperature skyrocketed.

The dark tentacles burnt into ashes when they touched the flames. Covered with fire, Hannibal screamed and jumped out of the window.

“How are you...” Barbara’s black robe had burned away for the most part, and half of her body and face showed signs of burns. She shouted, “I’m going to kill you!”

However, Nietzsche looked at her as though he was looking at a dead person and chanted a poem:

“Your end is coming; the endless shadow has enveloped you; the vengeful spirits of the dead surround you; the wagons of the underworld are ready to ferry you. The decaying vultures are ready to peck at your flesh; the greedy snakes are ready to zip at your toes; the burning flames are ready to turn your body into ashes... Sinner! Your soul will carry your sins to your destruction...”

This was recorded on one of the pages of the Book of Sen Luo, and it was full of negative energy and curses. It took Nietzsche a long time to escape from it, even with the help of the Great Sun Meditation.

After Barbara heard the poem, her eyes glazed over. Expressionlessly, she took the wand from her waist and aimed the pointy end at her eye.

Poof!

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