Chapter 59 Bell Ringer

Night falls.

In a dark and dirty alley.

Accompanied by a disgusting smell, two burly men came out carrying a naked woman wrapped in rags. They looked around vigilantly and then walked towards the town's cemetery.

"Is she dead?" asked a bald man with a scar on his face.

The rags wrapped around the woman were covered in stains. A thin arm covered with bruises and scars hung from the side. The scars were shocking. Her exposed feet had a hint of dark blue. On her scarred skin, there were wart-like tissues like blisters. When the breeze lifted the rags, many brown-red spots were seen on the woman's naked thighs, extending all the way to her bruised groin.

The vicious man opposite with his head raised put his hand on the woman's nose. There was still a faint breath, and the rag covering her face rose and fell slightly.

"He's still breathing, but he won't live long." said the man with a gloomy look.

The bald man with the scar on his face looked around and signaled his companions to walk faster. After avoiding the passers-by, they quickened their pace and walked towards the mass grave outside the town.

"What a pity." The bald scarred man said, "She was quite pretty."

"If it hadn't been infected, it would probably have been useful for a long time."

After saying that, he stretched out his dirty big hands and rubbed the woman's body covered with rags. A painful groan came from under the rags, and the woman's consciousness was already blurred.

"Don't waste your time."

The vicious man glared at his companion and said in a deep voice: "She was smuggled here, and must be dealt with."

"Otherwise the leader won't let us go."

The woman wrapped in rags seemed to twitch. She seemed to want to struggle, but she was powerless. The serious illness had worn down her body, leaving only a bloody shell full of holes.

After half an hour.

Two men carried the woman into the filthy mass grave. The bald man with the scar threw the woman to the ground, then pulled out a dagger from his waist and said coldly, "You do it? Or should I do it?"

The sinister man covered his nose, seemingly disliking the rotten smell here, and shook his head, "Come on."

"Move quickly."

"It's not safe here lately. It's said that there are unclean things eating corpses."

The bald man with the scar on his face nodded, clenched the dagger and was about to swing it down.

But suddenly.

A shrill howl was heard.

"What's that sound?" The bald scarred man turned around alertly, his expression alert and a little fearful, and he looked at his companion and asked, "Did you hear it? Was it a wolf howling?"

"Or a ghoul?"

The face of the vicious man also changed drastically. He pulled out the dagger, and said with trembling fingers: "That's not how a wolf calls!"

"Maybe a ghoul."

The two men looked at each other, neither caring about the filthy woman lying in the mud. After seeing a pair of turbid dark yellow eyes emerging in the distance, they immediately ran away, running wildly towards the direction of the town in a very embarrassed manner.

monster!

This is Dagon, a land of chaos. Legendary man-eating monsters often appear in the wilderness, especially the recent rumors about ghouls, which make many people feel uneasy.

I don’t know how long it took.

There was a slight sound of footsteps in the darkness. The breeze blowing across the mass grave lifted the rag covering the woman, revealing a broken face covered with scars but with a vaguely beautiful feature. She stared at the night sky with desperate and empty eyes as she lay motionless in the filthy mud.

A foul smell of decay emerged.

In the darkness, a ghoul appeared with a hideous face, black hair, cloudy dark yellow eyes, and foul-smelling saliva.

The woman's blank expression did not change at all. She even raised her hand, wanting to point to her neck.

She wanted to die quickly.

She was already in despair and had lost the will to live. All she wanted at this moment was to be free, whether it was from a human or a monster.

But the ghoul didn't bite her throat out.

A man in a black robe appeared before her empty eyes. The ferocious and violent ghoul was like a docile hound in front of him. He lowered his head, revealing a gentle and elegant young face. There was a trace of pity in his eyes, and he whispered, "Do you still want to live?"

There seemed to be a slight change in the woman's empty eyes. She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but no sound came out, only her cracked lips trembled slightly.

Can I still survive?
She could no longer speak, she was so weak that death was imminent.

"You can still live if you want."

The young man squatted down, reached out his hand and gently stroked the woman's face, and said calmly: "I can give you strength and a chance to live."

The woman was trembling.

Her eyes were filled with deep hatred and a burning fire of revenge. She struggled to get up, but her body only twitched in the filthy mud.

She couldn't even get up.

The woman's expression revealed a hint of despair, but at this moment the man's hand was extended in front of her. In his palm was a mass of wriggling dark red flesh, like a beating heart, or like a devil's fruit, with strange gelatinous patterns covering the surface.

"Eat it, and survive." The man said calmly.

The woman opened her mouth with difficulty, and a foul fishy smell rushed into her mouth. No matter what it was, even if it was the heart of a devil, she would eat it. She chewed and swallowed with her last bit of strength, as if she was gnawing on the flesh and blood of her enemy.

After an unknown amount of time, she woke up from her coma.

The scars on the woman's body had completely disappeared, and the illness that had tormented her for so long was gone. She felt an unprecedented vitality, and when she turned over, she was even surprised at her own agility.

The ghoul was gone.

She lies in a grave, next to a young man who is sitting on a tombstone and quietly enjoying his lunch.

"Are you hungry?"

"Would you like something to eat?" The man stood up and handed over a pancake with a smile.

Hungry, the woman took the food and gobbled it up. Then, she stood in the tomb and knelt respectfully in front of the man in front of her. She asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you? Why did you save me?"

The man slowly finished the last bit of food in his hand. He said calmly, "Me?"

"forgotten."

“I have too many names.”

"Some people call me the Bloody Devil, some call me the Trickster, but I prefer the name Fire Thief, because my former companions and I are all Fire Thieves."

"My name is Eamon now, and I am the Master of the Priory of Grey Whispers."

"You can also call me president if you want."

The woman didn't understand what the other person was saying, but she still said respectfully, "Master President."

"Don't call me sir, just call me president." The man smiled and shook his head.

He thought for a moment and explained: "The Priory is a mysterious organization. We gather together and work hard for the same purpose."

The woman looked up in confusion.

But the young man in front of him didn't seem to want to say more. He said in a gentle voice: "You are now a transcendent. You have powers far beyond those of ordinary people."

"So, what are you going to do now?"

This sentence seemed to awaken the woman's extremely painful memories of the past. Her eyes instantly turned red, filled with deep hatred. A strange purple light appeared in her pupils. She lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: "I want revenge!"

The elegant man clapped his hands happily upon hearing this and said, "Yes. You should take revenge, and you must take revenge."

"The filth of Dagon needs blood to be washed away."

"I didn't expect that after waking up, this place would become like this."

A strange snake-shaped dagger emerged.

The man handed the dagger to the woman in front of him and said calmly: "I'll give you one day. I'll be waiting for you here at this time tomorrow."

Night fell. The woman's figure moved slowly in the darkness. She didn't know what happened to her, but she now had some strange abilities. Her movements became extremely agile, and she could sneak in the shadows and darkness. Her body instinctively seemed to have memorized some fighting skills. Just now, she easily cut the throat of an enemy, and then wielded a dagger to pierce his heart.

The pleasure of killing gave her a sense of excitement, the blood of revenge was so sweet.

"What about people?"

A bald man with a scarred face walked out, holding up his trousers, and entered the alley to unbuckle his belt. However, as soon as he raised his head, his whole body froze and he stood there as if he had seen a ghost.

The woman's figure swooped forward.

She was very strong now and easily grabbed the man's throat, then picked up his body and dragged him into the alley. A cold light flashed, accompanied by a burst of violent venting. The man's body was riddled with holes, and his chest was covered with dense knife marks. The gushing blood was like foam, oozing out.

The pleasure of revenge made the woman's eyes bloodshot, and even the whites of her eyes gradually turned red. Her pupils changed in the darkness, allowing her to see everything in the darkness clearly.

Blood flowed down her body.

The woman climbed up the wall, she heard a hint of obscene words, and the man's wanton laughter, this is a brothel, this is where her nightmare began, she wanted to end everything here. She climbed to the second floor like a nimble cheetah, and then swooped out of the window, like a venomous snake, the cold light flashed, and instantly pierced the man's forehead.

The skull was shattered and the brain was flowing.

"It's you?! You're not dead..." A woman screamed in horror.

Blood spurts.

The woman swung the snake-shaped dagger without hesitation, cutting the throat of the procuress beside her like tofu. The blood gushed out like a waterfall, soaking her whole body. She stuck out her tongue and licked the blood at the corner of her mouth.

The taste is so sweet.

The noise here seemed to alarm the woman, and she directly knocked over the candle. Soon the burning flame spread along the green gauze tent. Her figure climbed over the wall and disappeared into the shadows again, like a patient hunter waiting for the next prey to appear.

A man with a sinister face rushed up to the second floor. He took out a pistol from a secret compartment and was loading it with bullets.

boom!
Amid the dull sound of shattering windows, the vicious man quickly drew his gun and shot, but a sharp pain hit him. He looked down and saw his severed hand. He covered his severed hand and screamed in horror, his expression extremely terrified, just like those women they had bullied and abused.

puff.

The woman rushed forward, and the dagger flashed with a cold light, piercing into the man's neck, and then cut all the way down, almost ripping the man open. The filthy intestines and internal organs poured out, and most of the vicious man's body was cut open.

At this moment, she was already a bloody person soaked in blood.

But the strong smell of blood did not scare her at all. She felt as if she had been reborn. For the first time, she felt that blood was so sweet and mellow.

The killing continues.

As the blazing flames engulfed the sinful building, the woman walked out of the sea of ​​fire naked.

She took off her bloody clothes and reached out to pull out the bullet from her abdomen.

She licked the blood flowing from the wound on her arm and laughed wildly in the dark, laughing until she was hoarse and heartbroken, and finally her laughter turned into silent tears.

The blazing flames spread toward the town, and people's terrified screams were heard in the distance.

The woman did not look back. She gradually disappeared into the darkness and merged into the deep night.

The morning light shines.

The woman came to the cemetery again. She lowered her head humbly, looked at the young man in front of her who seemed to have sat quietly on the tombstone all night, and said respectfully, "President."

The man sitting on the tombstone turned his head and looked at her, then said calmly, "Is it done?"

The woman nodded.

The young man stood up, looked at her and smiled: "Very good."

"Let's go."

He walked towards the south of the cemetery, and the woman followed silently behind him.

"correct."

The young man stopped and said softly, "Members of the Priory all have code names. You should also change your name."

He thought for a moment, then clapped his hands and said with a smile: "From today on, you will be called [Madam]."

Mistress?

The woman remained silent. From today on, she was the mistress.

The two people walked further and further into the wilderness.

"President."

"Where are we going?" the woman asked cautiously and hesitantly.

The young man smiled and answered, "Go south. To a place called Dorne."

Dorne?

The mistress had heard of that place. It was said to be a place with rich, peaceful and harmonious life. It was not as chaotic and turbulent as Dagon, and was filled with endless sin.

"What are we going to do?" The mistress was very curious.

The president's face was full of smiles. He whispered, "Let's go wake up the people there."

"They slept too long."

The mistress didn't understand what the president said, but that didn't stop her from following the president's footsteps and executing all his orders.

The president faced the morning sun and smiled, "Humanity has been asleep for too long."

"They are in a dream called [reality], sleeping forever."

"We need to wake the others."

"This was something I decided after discussing with my partners. They asked me to be the bell ringer, although they are all gone now."

"But the bells should still ring!"

“No matter how beautiful the dream is, you will wake up one day. Don’t wait until one day everyone in the dream turns to dust.”

The mistress couldn't understand it at all, but she believed everything the president said.

The man stretched out his hand as if to catch a ray of sunshine.

He smiled and said, "An era."

"Humanity has been resting for nearly a thousand years. It's time for them to wake up and face reality."

“Young people today are too weak.”

"Having not experienced the baptism of the Dark Age, they are indeed a bit indecisive."

"They don't even dare to let people wake up from their dreams and know the truth about the world. If those dead old guys knew, they would be sad too."

The mistress still didn't understand.

But the president was no longer in the mood to explain. He said softly, "Let's go ring the bell for humanity."

"It's also a wake-up call."

"Death knell, whatever."

"They can no longer sleep. An old day is about to awaken! ..."

“The sun is very warm here.”

“But this is not reality.”

………………

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(End of this chapter)