The arms of the undead agent kept waving. He was like a huge crow, even though his chest muscles were so sore, he couldn't stop the weird dance of his limbs.

In order to counteract the influence of Dionysus's wedding, he had already "destroyed" himself in advance, but it didn't work at all. The divine power of the crow lord Heluota seems to be affected by the miniature miracle here, like a radio with poor reception, it can't exert the real effect of ghost transformation at all, only a slight ghost fire smoldering on him, at most it can only Let him retain a modicum of self-awareness in the midst of his utter madness.

Is that the end? The heart of the agent of the undead was beating wildly regardless of whether it could survive in the future, but the eyes under the mask showed a trace of unwillingness.

Although the agent of the dead is shown with a male voice and posture, "he" is actually a female. She was the first to walk out of Midnight Paradise, and after that, a ruthless fate completely destroyed her life and killed her entire family. Leaving her on the streets, to misfortune, to a dreadful disease...

She has been bravely surviving against violent headwinds, and has tempered nerves of steel that ordinary people can't imagine, but even so, bad luck has never let her go, destroying her just-appearing hope time and time again.

Until she realized that all this had something to do with her leaving Midnight Paradise, until she decided to rebel against fate and became a quester, until she had to mortgage part of her soul to the gatekeeper of the underworld, the Raven Lord Herota, she finally stopped. The "winter" of life that lasted for more than ten years...

Only then did she know that fate was not unfair to her, and her "good luck" and "hope" were squeezed out, and she didn't know who gave them to...

And all this is just because she is not willing to sink in Midnight Paradise forever.

In the frantic dance that already had the omen of death at this moment, she fell into confusion again.

She always feels unwilling to her own fate, it is "unwillingness" that brought her to the present in an unbearable life, instead of ending her own life.

However, in the end it was still like this.

Is such "unwillingness" worth it?

Staring at the wildly dancing bonfire in front of her, and her teammates who were also in a frenzy around her, her vision became more and more blurred.

Suddenly, she heard movement from deep in the forest. She heard a muffled sound, the sound of a sharp sword piercing through the air, followed by the wrath of Dionysus, and the sound of thunder and eagles...

What's going on in there... what's going on there? An involuntary fear rose in her heart.

Then, she felt the ground tremble suddenly, deep in the forest, there was a flame rising in the direction of Dionysus, as if an explosion had occurred.

She felt something changed in her heart... It was no longer a drunken ecstasy, but an uncontrollable anger!

anger!

Even the bonfire in front of her seemed to be stained with that kind of anger, as if someone had poured strong wine into the flames, and the enchanting tongues of flames seemed to turn into raging beasts, soaring up suddenly, igniting the branches...

The flames seemed to ignite dry firewood and spread across the canopy. In a very short period of time, the forest was on fire!

The wedding came to an abrupt end, and the dancing and dancing people stopped.

The three Questers and Bill all sat down panting—they came to their senses.

"What... what's going on?" Bill barely suppressed the creature in his body that was about to run away. The song and dance was over, but it was still excited, and its swollen skin was still trembling unnaturally.

"It's the Laughing Man..." Sleepless Midnight raised his head, the owl's mask was illuminated by the fire, and he looked towards the middle of the forest, "He attacked Phipides, and Dionysus was injured and angry..."

"How did he get rid of that influence?!" Bill looked at the explorers in disbelief, but couldn't get an answer. They have all tasted the kind of wine that is enough to make the gods drunk, and they can't imagine how to wake up from such a dream.

The flames burned bigger and bigger, and the guests who had attended the wedding began to run away in the flames. The walkers noticed that the surrounding scenery had changed. They were not in the burning forest at the moment, but surrounded by houses engulfed by the fire—they were in a city engulfed in flames.

"Where is this?" Faceless Midnight pondered in a low voice. He always felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar.

Amid the screams and cries of countless people, they passed through the threatening heat wave and the arrogant fire, and rushed towards the center of the city, where the Laughing Man and Dionysus were.

Soon, they rushed out of the city and saw a castle built on a hill. On the open terrace of the castle they saw Phipides, the **** of wine. At this moment, he is wearing a white robe, holding a lyre, and singing something...

The melodious singing comes from the heat wave and people's panicked shouts, and there is an extremely absurd sense of conflict.

"Nero..." the Executioner of the Holy Night clenched the thick chains hanging from his chest, his eyes blinked in disbelief, "He used to be Nero, the tyrant of Wim!"

Only then did Wumian Midnight suddenly turn her head and look at the seemingly familiar city engulfed in flames behind her, only then did she know where she was at the moment—the great city of Wenmu in the first century AD, a city engulfed in flames!

"It is said that the arsonist of the Great Fire in Wirm was the drunken Nero himself..." the executioner whispered, "He ordered people to set fire to many places in the city in order to reproduce the scenes of the Trojan War in the epic...

"This drunken lunatic, watching his own city burn, played the harp and sang Homer's epic poem at the same time!"

On the terrace, the young and handsome face of Dionysus was illuminated by the monstrous flames, and his eyes were full of crazy flames! Behind him, all the officials and guards lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

Phipides can always be seen in all kinds of lewd and immoral stories emerging from the long river of history.

At this moment, in the city of Wenm, the Colosseum is burning, and the commercial street is destroyed; It has also become the best fuel for the flames, and the dark sea reflects the crazy flames in the world...

But only the castle located on the high ground, surrounded by the inner city wall, never had a little spark splashed here. The palm trees of the inner city swayed with the evening wind. Everything here is on the sidelines.

There is only one place in the lining, behind the figure of Dionysus playing the harp, only there is something burning quietly like a torch...

The representative of the poor, the spokesperson of the dead, is suspended in the air by Wenmu soldiers like a martyr at this moment. The same flame that tortured the entire city is burning on him~lightnovelpub.net~ as if he is the city of Wenmu miniature.

This absurd fire that later displaced 200,000 people is now burning on the Laughing Man.

After Sean Dickinson woke up from the orgy, at this moment his heart was in pain like a piercing heart. Not because the tongues of fire licked the skin, but because—

Thousands of years ago, the common people were tortured and displaced by the madness, greed and absurdity of the superiors; after a thousand years, this world is still the same.

Still nowhere to go.

The poor suffer everything in silence, and obedience seems to be their only friend.

They can only let the rich, rulers, and superiors plunder what they have, let them search, nibble, squeeze, knock bones, **** marrow...

Not even the last bit of hope left.

The flame ignited the laughing mask, which seemed to be mocking the absurd world.