Chapter 510: The World is the Greatest Tragedy in the World (Part )
Bloody smell.

The smell of blood, which was barely audible due to the distance, and so faint that only a hero could keenly perceive it, was spreading continuously from the darkness ahead that was as bottomless as the abyss!

That is
"Ponder."

A cold but unprecedentedly calm voice came from Wang Yao's mouth: "There's an accident ahead. Do you want to go with me to investigate?"

"What happened?" Ling Jingsi, who still didn't notice anything unusual, asked subconsciously. But at the same time, she was very sensible and quickly restrained her tenderness. Her fair and pretty face turned solemn.

She also rarely saw Wang Yao show such a terrifying expression as he did just now, but no matter what, judging from Wang Yao's current expression, Ling Jingsi could roughly judge that a serious situation was probably happening ahead.

"I'll go with you!" She resolutely chose to follow.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yao suddenly turned around, staring at the pretty female soldier behind him with an indescribable calm gaze, and added inexplicably: "Have you thought it through?"

Ling Jingsi was stunned for a moment, because the former's eyes were so complicated, as if countless emotions were mixed in them, but what was revealed was so calm. To describe it, it was like the sea before a severe storm is about to come, seemingly quiet and peaceful, but in unknown places, there are already countless undercurrents surging and roaring wildly!
Most importantly, Wang Yao's behavior was more bizarre than ever before! He seemed to be asking for her opinion, but it also seemed like he was confirming whether she was really prepared to face some extreme evil.
In the end, Ling Jingsi nodded resolutely: "I want to go with you!"

Wang Yao stopped talking. He stretched out his hand to hold the latter's soft and slender waist, then lightly tapped the ground with his toes. In the fluctuation of the blue array pattern, the two figures suddenly disappeared from the observation deck of the watchtower, and then in a few shining jumps in the night sky, they soon disappeared into the dark distance.

After just a few breaths, driven by Wang Yao's second skill, the two had arrived at a place ten miles away from Hu Yan City!
At this moment, Ling Jingsi, who was slow to react, finally noticed something unusual: the smell of blood! An unprecedented, extremely strong smell of blood was permeating the entire space within the range!
Ling Jingsi's face turned pale on the spot. As a veteran of the battlefield, she knew very well that such a strong smell of blood could not be easily gathered by the deaths of just a few thousand people!

"Lord Wang Yao"

Before Ling Jingsi could open his mouth, he felt his bare feet touching the thick ground.

Wang Yao brought her to an open area. It was so dark here that Ling Jingsi could hardly see her hand in front of her face. She could only feel Wang Yao's body temperature and things within a half-meter distance.

At some point, pitch-black clouds blocked the bright moonlight, making the surroundings as dark and invisible as the bottom of a deep sea valley!

The extremely thick smell of blood in the air became even thicker, and its intensity was like a wave, one after another, surging in from the extremely dark front.
Ling Jingsi was extremely alert on the spot, and at the same time, she took the opportunity to hold tightly in her hand the divine weapon, the Fiery Ruler, that Wang Yao had given her.

They walked forward step by step. Perhaps it was because of the invisible pressure from Wang Yao, the dark clouds that originally obscured the moonlight were slowly pushed back as they moved forward, allowing the moonlight to slowly illuminate their way forward, just like a demon slowly unveiling the black cloth covering Pandora's box to his audience.
"?!!"

Suddenly, Ling Jingsi's clear eyes shrank sharply. She stared straight ahead in horror and it took her a long time to recover!

But under the slow illumination of the moonlight, two human outlines first slowly emerged in the darkness ahead, and then as visibility gradually increased, the figures of two soldiers finally appeared. No, to be precise, they should be two corpses!
The two bodies had long lost their breath, and without any support, they were in a strange posture of bowing and welcoming. They were like scarecrows in the field, standing on the left and right, bowing and waiting for the visitor to enter the gate of hell behind them!
If you look closely, you will be shocked to find that these two soldiers had most likely suffered horrific torture before they died; their pupils were gouged out, and when they closed their eyes, two horrible bloodstains flowed down their eye sockets. The most horrifying thing is that the reason they can stand in a welcoming posture is purely because all the joints of their bodies have been pierced by tiny metal nails and are firmly fixed!

They lost their vision and were fixed in one posture until they bled to death!

Even though Ling Jingsi had seen many big scenes, he couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hands when he saw this bizarre and terrifying scene.

She suddenly understood why Wang Yao had repeatedly confirmed her opinion before bringing her here.

"I've said before, no matter what the moment, even if the enemy is on his last breath, you must not relax too early or jump to conclusions."

Wang Yao's extremely calm voice sounded from behind Ling Jingsi: "This is the opponent we have been facing, a group of enemies who will do anything for their own interests!" But this time is different from the past. In the past, as long as Wang Yao was behind her, Ling Jingsi would always be fearless. However, this time, Wang Yao's voice was like the whisper of a devil, making her feel as if a chill from her spine was constantly invading and devouring her.

Wang Yao had obviously seen everything in the darkness, and she had also vaguely guessed something, but things were so bloody that she was unwilling to admit it.

But whether we are willing to admit it or not, reality will never change because of personal will.

They have only one choice: to keep moving forward
The two of them walked between the two corpses one after the other, and only walked about a hundred meters away, and soon, another new corpse came into their sight; this time, it was still a soldier, but the posture was different. He clasped his hands together and knelt in a posture similar to praying. His eyes were also gouged out, his face was bloody, and the joints of his limbs were still pierced by steel nails because they needed to be fixed!

Further ahead, there was another corpse kneeling and begging, and further ahead, there was another corpse kneeling and begging, and more behind, from one or two at the beginning, to three or four, and then to a small group.
Having reached this point, Ling Jingsi had already somewhat of an emotional breakdown!

The enemy's cruelty and bloodiness were far beyond her imagination!

At this moment, depression, panic, fear, uneasiness, despair, and many other emotions were invisibly squeezing her, just like the feeling of suffocation in the deep sea, making her breathing disordered and her brain blank!
As if to prove something, she trembled and raised the staff in her hand with difficulty, and while chanting intermittent and trembling spells, she tried to release a fireball into the night sky.

At this moment, light suddenly appeared, illuminating the world or hell. The magic bullet was like a flashlight that pierced the sky and tore through the darkness, completely revealing all the evil scenes under the veil.

With the bright parabola of the magic bullet in the air as the background, countless kneeling figures were seen swaying forward like mottled shadows cast by branches in the vast desert. What came into view was a vast, boundless group of corpses! They all knelt down and prayed in an endless manner, and even the magic bullet could not illuminate the end!

This is probably the most shocking "scene" that humans can see, and it is also the most shocking "scene" that can best interpret the color of despair.

There were at least 4 bodies of soldiers. All of them had their eyes gouged out cruelly, and then had their joints pierced with steel nails. They were placed in the desert in a bloody posture, kneeling and praying, like exhibits! Countless trickles of blood mixed with fine sand, turning the dry desert into a muddy blood-red depression, just like mud on a rainy day. Every step you take, a layer of blood-red dirt will stick to your feet.
The thick smell of blood, as dense as fog, spread over the plains and sand dunes, like endless corpses piled up like tombstones, and the bright red muddy ground.
"vomit!!"

Ling Jingsi, whose face had already turned as pale as paper, finally knelt on the ground and vomited continuously. The scene before him that was like hell could not be calmed down by sight alone, but was the instinctive fear that came from the human genes!

Even animals would be afraid and wary when faced with the smell of their dead companions, let alone humans facing such a cruel scene? This anti-human, bloody and shocking scene has far exceeded the physiological limit that ordinary humans can bear!

As if she had vomited out all the bile, Ling Jingsi convulsed in the bloody mud for a long time before she was able to recover a little and raise her bloodless face. But at that moment, among the countless kneeling corpses in front of her, among those bloody faces, she seemed to see her own face.

"!!!"

No! That is.
"No, no, no, no!"

She tried her best to cover her mouth tightly, but her tears had already flowed out uncontrollably.

That was not her, but because the soldier looked 50% similar to her. That was exactly - one of the motivations for the rest of her life, and also the brother she had been searching for for years in vain!

As if her spiritual world had collapsed in an instant, Ling Jingsi suddenly collapsed to the ground for a few seconds. As if she had used up her last bit of strength, she struggled to crawl through the bloody mud, allowing it to contaminate her body. Finally, she was able to hold the already cold corpse in her arms.
In the empty, dark land, in the bloody space, a heart-wrenching cry was heard.
The sadness that almost broke the voice, the helpless face crying out to the sky, supporting the countless lifeless faces around, is the most tragic thing in the world.
Behind him, Wang Yao, who stood still like a mountain, did not speak again, nor did he go to help the soldier he always valued and cared for. He just stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, his white bangs swaying in the bloody wind, his eyes deeply hidden in the shadows, no matter how gentle the moonlight in the night sky was, it could not reflect a single bit.
He seemed to have guessed something.

I'm afraid that these more than 4 bodies of unknown soldiers are their separated family members who have been searched for many years by the sandstorm soldiers.

(End of this chapter)