Chapter 179: The World is in Chaos (69k)

Carlos stayed in this small town, which was renamed Wolf God Town, for almost a week.

My main task every day is to wander around without being too deliberate. Now, I have become familiar with many people.

There are currently less than a thousand people left here. The main source of food has always been livestock and imports from outside. Some crops are also grown, but the arable period is very short, so they can only serve as a supplement that is better than nothing. This is also a common problem in high-latitude areas.

Now that the town was cut off from the outside world, it was reasonable to expect that there would be a food shortage. However, since the wolves did not plunder their livestock, and there were even high priests who regularly provided food support to the surrounding Indian towns, they did not face much danger in this regard.

The high priest was able to deliver a lot of supplies for heating, including many fresh snacks.

The more Carlos investigated, the more shocked he became. These materials were beyond the scope of the agreement between Maple Country and Lord Wolf. They were simply obtained by Lord Wolf through other channels.

As for the channel, Carlos here had no way to investigate further and could only report back to the military.

But such life was still very inconvenient. Even if people who were accustomed to modern convenient life did not leave at the beginning, they chose to walk along the roads that were still intact at the time shortly after the blockade, and never returned.

Most of those who stayed have become accustomed to this semi-natural life.

It was also during these few days that he inevitably came into contact with the forgotten or even ongoing history from the perspective of a local.

In this continent, people of color from outside of China inevitably suffer various forms of discrimination, but compared to the situation of the indigenous people, at least they still have a slim chance of upward mobility.

Rather than being private plots, these places are more like large open-air prisons.

A hundred years ago, tobacco and alcohol, which were first free and then charged, replaced gunpowder, destroying their ancestors on a physiological level.

In 1997, Maple Country closed the last boarding school in its territory, but the oppression only shifted from the open to a more hidden depth.

Education and medical care are deliberately tilted in the opposite direction, illegal alcohol and cigarettes are allowed to run rampant, and there is no control over the price system.
Even after hemp was adopted as a recreational product, a pilot project was immediately set up on the reservation.

From this perspective, the upper echelons are actually fully aware of the harm of such items.

But in reality, we can hardly hear any voice from these people, and the traffic is not even as high as the "Crocodile Tears" filmed by some white people with them as the theme.

The more Carlos thought about it, the more his head hurt.

In particular, he knew that what he knew was just the tip of the iceberg.

It was not too late at night. Carlos, who had just finished his meal, sat around the campfire with the Cree people to keep warm and chat.

Their children were playing and fighting nearby, and with them were some half-grown wolf cubs. They seemed to be part of the group, and even when they pounced on the children, they were just playing around, and no adult cared.

More like a dog than a wolf.

"Ouch——"

Not far away, the sound of wolves howling suddenly came. The little wolf cubs also pricked up their ears and howled in non-standard voices.

Along with it, there was a sound like something was rubbing against the ground.

Carlos watched the movement in the darkness, and soon he saw the wolf pack pulling a sled towards the campfire. On the sled were well-packed supplies. One by one, men in black robes, dressed too tightly, got off the sled and distributed the supplies without saying a word.

"Carlos, Carlos."

A wild horse was running from a distance, panting.

"Carlos, the high priest is here, and the mayor asked me to take you to see him."

Carlos, who originally wanted to get closer to investigate the supplies, heard that the high priest was coming and decided to go and meet him first.

"You mean those men in black? They are the black-robed messengers of Lord Wolf. They are blessed beings, and I heard they possess incredible powers. The mayor said that I am the one with the greatest hope of becoming one of the messengers in the town!"

That’s all the information Liema knew about the man in black.

"Then the mayor, has he become the Black Messenger?" Carlos heard other meanings in his words.

"Yes, the Black Robe Messengers must wear black robes every night, stay away from other people, and concentrate on meditation. Our town, including the mayor, already has three Black Robe Messengers, the most among the nearby towns."

The two chatted as they walked, their destination being the church in the center of the town, but the cross on the spire had been knocked down and was nowhere to be found.

Even the various meaningful statues inside were cleared away, leaving only the shell of a building.

The closer they got to the church, the denser the wolf pack became. Until at the church door, Carlos saw four giant wolves that looked extraordinary. They were tied to a sled, and judging by the traces, it seemed that the high priest had come to the town in this way.

The giant wolf stared at Carlos, its eyes showing more wisdom than bestiality. It just stared at him quietly, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

At least the originally carefree horse has now become as well-behaved as a quail, and even controls the intensity of his breathing.

I knocked gently on the door, footsteps were heard from inside, and the door was opened.

The person who opened the door was a messenger in a black robe. Only his eyeballs could be seen. He said in a low and hoarse voice: "Come in."

The church was empty, with the light coming entirely from oil lamps. At a glance, one could see a figure standing on the podium, and on the seats below were two men in black robes. It was unclear which one was the mayor.

As they got closer, Carlos could see that the person on the podium was a white man with a full beard, but he did not look sloppy.

"High Priest, this is Carlos."

The black-robed envoy's tone was a little strange, and after he finished speaking, he sat down aside.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird, which was hard to describe. Liema looked around and didn't dare to speak first, while Carlos looked at Sandberg for a few seconds and pretended to look away embarrassedly.

"I heard from the headhunter that Mr. Carlos, you came all the way from the Yukon River Basin?" Sandberg smiled warmly.
Carlos felt bad and restrained the Saint's ability: "Yes, I was too self-righteous at that time and thought I could fight against nature."

"Yes, many people are so self-righteous. They think they have conquered nature just by climbing mountains and wading through rivers. They are born from nature, but they don't know how to respect nature."

Sandberg nodded in agreement, then sighed: "Carlos, I've heard of you, one of the extraordinary people in America."

The fierce horse, who had been keeping his head down obediently, could no longer hold back and looked up at Carlos, who seemed to be an ordinary person, with some panic.

"But it doesn't matter. Your identity will not become an obstacle to our communication, because I know that you always stand on the side of justice."

Sandberg seemed to know Carlos very well. He slowly walked down from the podium and stood in front of Carlos, the extraordinary person, with his flesh and blood body, as if he was defenseless.

Carlos remained silent. Although many civilians witnessed him in the Battle of Mai City, not many knew his name. Later, the commander-in-chief wanted to raise his reputation to balance Jamie, whose reputation was growing.

However, the military seemed to have some concerns, and he himself did not want to be in the spotlight, so it was temporarily shelved.

Therefore, those who knew that Carlos was an extraordinary person were basically high-ranking officials.

That's why he didn't just make up a name.

Sandberg's current behavior can only mean that the top leadership has been infiltrated by him, and the person who provided him with the information must be of a high status.

"You don't have to blame yourself. Even if you use a fake name, I know where you will probably appear. And the fact that you use your real name is why I am willing to meet you directly. Otherwise," Sandberg said meaningfully.

Ouch!

Outside the church, endless wolf howls pierced the night sky one after another, and it seemed that this place was surrounded by countless wolves.

".I want to know, what is your purpose in helping the Wolf Lord? Wouldn't a country dominated by wolves destroy nature?" Carlos was thinking about how to escape.

"It seems that you have some misunderstandings about me. No one can ensure that they are right. I just provide a plan. As for what the results will be, further observation is needed." Sandberg pointed to the ground.

"Just like the white people who used tobacco and opium to corrupt the indigenous people, they never thought that their own descendants would one day be corrupted by them."

"Maybe you think it's ridiculous to let wolves rule the world, but I say, why not?"

“Maybe a brand new possibility will appear before our eyes.”

Carlos wasn't good at thinking about these issues.

He only knew that his mission had failed. Before he came in, the secret call had already been made. Now, their situation was being studied at the headquarters.

Looking at the indifferent Carlos, Sandberg's expression gradually returned to calm, which contained deep disappointment.

"It seems that there are some incongruities between our understandings of justice. However, it is not bad to be able to keep an extraordinary person."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark shadow suddenly pounced towards Carlos.

“Ka-hou!”

The black robe was shattered, revealing the werewolf's face and strong body. Carlos crashed through the colorful glass and fell outside.

"Headhunter Mayor!" Carlos could vaguely recognize that this werewolf was the headhunter.

".fraud."

The headhunter didn't waste any more time talking to Carlos and wanted to break off his head to vent his anger for being deceived these days. With a knee strike and the force of both arms, he knocked the headhunter who was pressing on him over.

Before he could even catch his breath, two more dark shadows attacked him.

His hands transformed into sharp blades, forcing the werewolf that was rushing towards him to change direction. He took the opportunity to flip over, turned into an eagle, and flew into the sky.

"Ouch——"

Two more sturdy werewolves grabbed him from the shadow on the top of the church. Carlos could not bear such weight and fell to the ground.

He could see hundreds of wolves coming from all directions.

Among them, there are sporadic werewolves.

"Let go!" Carlos yelled.

But the werewolf seemed to be resistant to his words.

Not only did it not loosen, it also bit like crazy.

He turned his hands into knives and stabbed the two werewolves in the chest as he fell to the ground.

These two werewolves were more experienced than the headhunters, and they jumped away immediately when they saw danger.

But there were more werewolves nearby, biting his arms, one after another. In a short while, Carlos' body was covered with werewolves.

As his body twisted and changed, Carlos turned into a ball of flesh, extending countless blades and slashing at the approaching werewolves one after another, successfully killing one of them.

The dead werewolf's body continued to shrink until it gradually returned to its original appearance.

"Steel Axe!"

Coming out of the church, the bewildered Liema's eyes turned red. He took out his shotgun, roared, and shot at Carlos.

In the distance, there was a commotion. People were holding a variety of weapons and were ready to fight this ferocious monster.

The ball of flesh continued to shrink, and Carlos turned into Venom. He ignored the homemade shotgun that could hardly cause him any harm, and concentrated on dealing with the werewolves that kept pouring in.

"Carlos, be careful, the air force is about to arrive."

"Wait, there's no need, I'll find a way to leave!"

"That's not our Air Force—"

Almost at the same time, the sound of breaking air was heard.

There was a loud bang that sounded like the collapse of heaven and earth, and the church shattered like a lava cake, and the rubble fell like meteors.

Taking this as a signal, explosions occurred one after another in this originally peaceful town.

The roar covered the wailing, and the tribe was crying.

Wolves and humans are equal at this moment. Most flesh and blood bodies cannot withstand such an explosion.

The wolves retreated, and some of the werewolves led people madly fleeing the town.

Although he was supporting Carlos, he was also hit by several close-range bombardments and was blown away for a distance. He had no energy left to maintain his alienation and gradually returned to his original appearance.

The explosions gradually subsided, and under the night sky, the shattered town returned to peace again.

Carlos was seriously injured. He coughed and struggled to get up little by little.

Looking around, the first thing I saw was the bright red flames, and the first thing I smelled was the pungent smoke.

Corpses were scattered all over the ruins, and he couldn't recognize most of the faces, but he knew that they must have met each other these days, and maybe even said hello and handed him a roasted corn with kindness.

The town that he had been familiar with for a week and the locals had been familiar with for a lifetime was destroyed in the artillery fire in just a few minutes.

His head was buzzing and his head was splitting.

When he was unable to come to his senses for a long time, he heard unclear footsteps behind him.

"Now, do you know who is the 'cancer of civilization'?"

What appeared in front of Carlos was a slightly embarrassed Sandberg.

Carlos grabbed his collar with inexplicable strength and roared hoarsely: "Who do you think you are?! It was you who dragged them into this dispute! They didn't have to endure all this! It was your ambition, your aspirations, and your self-righteousness! You will never be able to wash away the blood of innocent people!"

"Some races died hundreds of years ago, but were buried today. I told them about this result, and they gladly accepted it. They even felt that dying in a struggle might be more glorious than dying in peace. If you think that killing me is revenge for them, go ahead and do it. I won't resist."

Sandberg opened his arms, as if he was sure that Carlos would not take action.

"The reason why eggs are willing to hit stones is not to prove how great they are, but perhaps it is just because they are desperate. At least, in the country I imagine, there will be no such cruel killing of each other. You can join us, and together, let us eliminate the cancer of nature."

Carlos said nothing, and his left hand barely turned into an incomplete spike and was about to stab Sandberg's neck.

His intuition told him that killing him would be a good thing for the world.

But his hand was held.

He turned his head and could see that the werewolf holding him was different from ordinary werewolves, probably the legendary Wolf Lord.

His eyes focused and he was about to say something when he heard the sound of flesh breaking.

He was very familiar with this voice.

From the alien demons, to the weird fishmen, to the werewolf just now, he tore up a lot of flesh and blood.

Looking down, he saw that a hand had been inserted into his chest and crushed his heart.

While the body is making its final struggle, the brain has realized that death is inevitable and begins to flash back some important fragments.

Life was quickly fading away, Carlos' lips moved, and his bloody hand rested on Sandberg's shoulder.

"They are not pawns"

The light disappeared from his eyes, and Carlos' head drooped weakly.

".Hypocrisy, why didn't you tell the colonists this? At least, I gave them hope. Your justice is nothing but this, pedantic." Although Carlos was dead, Sandberg still couldn't help but say more.

The Wolf Lord withdrew his hand and looked at his dead fellows on the ground with sad eyes.

"My Lord, these are all necessary sacrifices," Thornburgh consoled him. "Sharing the same hatred for the enemy will help us unite more quickly."

"He's right. I know what chess pieces mean. Life shouldn't be a chess piece."

".That's why we need to jump off the chessboard as soon as possible and become a chess player." Sandberg forced a smile.

The Wolf Lord did not comment. He gently placed Carlos' body on the ground and stared at it for a few seconds before standing up, patting Sandberg on the shoulder and taking him away from the town that had been wiped out.

1 month 1 day.

Lord Wolf officially announced the establishment of the Kingdom of Nature and laid claim to the territory of Maple Kingdom.

On the day.

Under the leadership of some senior officials, most of the established military forces announced their support for the new country, while some troops mutinied and engaged in fighting.

Without their people's knowledge, several provinces announced their recognition of the new country's rule and officially separated from the Maple Kingdom.

The Prime Minister of Maple Country delivered an emergency speech, calling on the people of the country to launch a resistance and requesting support from many countries.

In response to this, Sandberg delivered a long speech, promising to build the Natural Kingdom into the world's first supernatural country, so that all people can enjoy the benefits of supernatural powers, such as the elimination of illness and immortality, as soon as possible. As long as the Natural Kingdom exists and as long as you are a citizen of the Natural Kingdom, this promise will always be valid.

1 month 3 day.

Sandberg's secret chess piece controlled the Prime Minister of Maple Country, formally announced surrender, refused all foreign aid, accepted the reform of the new country, and then disappeared in the capital.

A country dominated by extraordinary forces appeared before the world at lightning speed.

Everyone was stunned, and then subconsciously turned their eyes to America who seemed to be in a daze beside them.

As if asking.

"You don't care?" or "You did this?"

(End of this chapter)