Chapter 892: Wild Skeleton, the Evil Ghost General, Good and Evil, Regret and Anti-War Heart

The dark and invisible resentment lingers on the dark red land.

The dirty water surged past, and the broken blades and arrow feathers made whimpering and laughing sounds under the sea breeze.

Injuries were caused by "evil spirits", pain was caused by "war", evil thoughts were caused by "wealth, fame and gain"... the filth between heaven and earth flowed along the veins of the earth onto the skeleton that was about to turn into an evil spirit.

This is the body of an elite soldier of the Shogunate army.

Jiang Yi used the power of rock element to crack the ground, exposing the skeleton.

This is a filthy node. According to the Feng Shui concept of the Liyue alchemists, it is an evil cave filled with negative energy and rotten water.

Zombies, ghosts, demons...are born with fate.

It requires an Inazuma priest such as an Onmyoji or a shrine maiden to come and perform the purification ritual.

The flesh and blood of this corpse had long disappeared without a trace, affected by some unknown force. A tattered helmet and armor hung on the pale skeleton, and the air was filled with ominous plague and evil spirits.

The stench of decay brought with it a hint of purple-black light from the foul earth element.

"It seems like he died more than a year ago." Hanasari identified the person and spoke.

There were tangled struggles of consciousness in Jiang Yi's hands, one of which was the most obvious, as if it was about to transform into an illusory evil ghost.

"My salvation is not to create a murderous ghost." Jiang Yi looked at the consciousness in his hand.

"The thought of unwillingness, the thought of survival, the desire for powerful strength, even if it turns into a non-human, a god or a ghost, I will reappear in the world."

"I heard your wish, but it is an evil wish."

"My power is not meant for you to take revenge on the living." His eyes were cold, and even if the Inazuma Hundred Demons came into being, they had to get his permission.

"There are not only your bones here, but also other bones."

"It's not just your consciousness that's here, it's other people's consciousness as well."

"If I were to create a new life, what I want is not the evil, but the holy remains."

Jiang Yi spoke to the consciousness in his hand, to the land around him, to the bones buried underground that no one had collected, and to the resentful souls between heaven and earth.

"Those who are revived will inevitably bear injuries, pain, and evil thoughts, turning into ominous things."

"What I want is... a desire to live, a desire to stop the war, to use my own pain and filth to warn the world's consciousness and bones."

"A pure thought of goodness among countless evil thoughts."

"Reflections on the Ghosts of War."

As Jiang Yi finished speaking, the earth became quiet, with only evil thoughts stirring.

In this battlefield, finding a pure and kind thought is undoubtedly like fishing out a white lotus that is not tainted by filth in the mud.

There are evil thoughts and tentative expressions of submission.

Jiang Yi did not look at the bones on the ground, but stepped forward: "You can't lie. After a person dies, the emotions left behind, the good and evil shown are as clear as black and white in my eyes."

He walked through one place after another.

Unfortunately, some of the skeletons left here belong to the shogunate, some to the bandits, and some to the Fatui... Among the many ghost spirits that can show their existence, none of them have the kindness he wants.

"Lord Jiang Yi..." Hua Sanli looked at the god who was sighing silently, and suddenly felt sad for him.

Even after death, these ghosts don't think they have done anything wrong.

It is just that they are unwilling to accept defeat, not that they feel regret and desire peace.

Obviously, it doesn't have to be as pure as described, as long as you are willing to oppose war after death.

"No need to be sad..." The consciousness in Jiang Yi's hands fell to the ground one by one, making unwilling roars, and were sent into the elemental circulation of the earth veins by Jiang Yi.

"Although there is no good intention that satisfies me, everyone has a soft and kind side in their heart, and everyone will recall the good and painful moments in their life before they die."

"In this world, there are people who do not want war to affect their families and happiness, and they regret it."

"Most of their consciousness has returned to the earth veins, but their emotions remain. I will separate this tiny bit of goodness mixed in with all the evil, and then gather it together. Naturally, it will allow a skeleton to give birth to a new consciousness, a consciousness that opposes war."

"With my blessing, he will suppress the evil thoughts that are corroding him."

Jiang Yimeng's law enveloped the world, and among the countless dark spots of evil thoughts, a little bit of white light was extracted. In the world, some emotions that yearned for beauty and opposed killing converged together.

The skeletons buried deep in the earth, with no one to collect them, gained some mysterious power, stretched out their pale arms, and crawled out from the ground little by little.

They converge, they crush.

They stood on the ground, staggered, crawled... stretched out their arms, opened their broken palms, and grabbed forward.

We must strive, yearn, and struggle to obtain the hope of resurrection.

But the gods have rejected them. The gods only accept the goodness in people's hearts as a new consciousness and make it dominant.

The extremely empty dark eyes seemed to have a faint blue flame rising up and then extinguished silently.

The spine was raised, carrying the heavy skull and broken jaw, looking up and roaring.

They still have a chance, a chance to cling on... so, they squirm and struggle.

Their injuries, pain, and evil thoughts will curse and cling to this new consciousness, existing in the same skeleton as it does.

When creating living beings, one must follow the laws that exist in the universe.

When the true name is determined, when the legend is created, they become an indispensable part of this story.

Exhausted skeletons fell on the bumpy battlefield where fierce fighting and killing had once taken place, turning into pale ashes that drifted in the wind, bringing with them dark howls of resentment that obscured the sky.

The tattered armor and broken blades vibrated on the ground, making clanging sounds, and continued... moving forward little by little, leaving desolate cracks on the ground.

Hundred ghosts - wild skeletons.

On the battlefield of the Thunder Kingdom, filth was born in response to the thunder.

They are the dead on the battlefield, they are the corpses that cannot return home and are buried in the wilderness. The resentment of their souls and the filth of the earth veins gather together, flowing on the land where the sacred cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and on the surging beaches in the middle of the night, they cry and rage, venting their resentment towards the living.

Coming from the land favored by the gods, from the hills abandoned by the gods, and dying on the shores caressed by the gods.

The god in white gathered the anti-war thoughts on the battlefield and granted his birth.

He is a collection of the goodness of the dead, but also a collection of injuries, pain, and evil thoughts. His armor, his sword, and all the filth and mission he endures are to warn all living beings.

Stop the fight.

He is - the fierce general of a hundred demons, with a heart that regrets good and evil and opposes war.

The gloomy sky was covered with dark resentment, hundreds of ghosts were howling, and countless pale ashes gathered together and turned into an enormous skeleton.

His lower body was in an irregular state of fragmentation, gathered together around him, with his entire body supported by his hips and spine. Inside his pale ribs was a huge cavity.

His arms were thick, with white bones and distinct joints on his five fingers. His right hand was holding a huge broken knife handle, and his left hand was pressing on the thigh bone that could not be assembled on his body.

Those leg bones exuded a dark and ominous aura that was evil and cold, like thick fog and dark clouds, and from time to time, they would exude resentment that would take the form of hideous and twisted human shapes.

His head was huge and slightly lowered, and the emptiness of his eyes and the invisible gaze that stared down were enough to stop the child from crying.

The skull was cracked and the jaws were full of fangs.

There are fang protrusions on the upper jaw, and black smoke comes out of the nasal cavity and mouth.

It was like breathing, like the whistling of a bellows, bringing with it the bloody smell of battlefield smoke.

The mutilated appearance of this skeleton is proof of injury, pain, evil thoughts... and the price of war. It is a horrific statue that serves as a warning to all living beings.

The negative emotions coming from the earth were firmly suppressed by a kind consciousness, immortal spells, and real name talismans, and turned into a picture of hell.

With a clanging sound, the half-rotten and half-rusted armor on the ground shattered into pieces. Under the rising demonic power and ghost energy, it was melted again and turned into different parts of the armor, loosely covering the huge skeleton.

His upper body, supported by his spine, was as tall as a four-story building. When he stood on the ground, he cast a large shadow, so he could wear the armor of his generals.

It was transformed into a piece of evil purple tattered armor with blood-red cracks, hideous shoulder armor, and a helmet with dark gold ghost horns.

Because the lower body was shattered, there was no skirt armor.

Countless broken blades gathered at the hilt in his hand, forming an exaggerated, slender, black sword with red blood stains. The sword was covered with cracks, but it was not fragile at all. Purple-black energy burned in the cracks, turning into ominous demonic will-o'-the-wisp fire.

Against the pitch-black background of the empty eyes, a deep red color ignited, bringing up dark red soil, as if a battlefield was displayed in the eyes.

It was an illusion that was soul-stirring, horrifying, and a witness to the horrors of the battlefield.

His power elements tend towards filth and fire.

The bloody fire and killing fire of the battlefield.

He leaned on his knife, bent his body, and slowly knelt before the god and master who had given him life.

The whole body turned into a "crunching" sound, and the sound of bones rubbing against each other was creepy.

"It won't fall apart, will it?" Hua Sanli whispered to Jiang Yi.

"..." Jiang Yi really wanted to snap his fingers at the witch's forehead, making her go to the side and touch her forehead and cry.

"It looks like it's difficult to move." Hua Sanli looked at the skeleton whose legs were broken, wondering how the other party would walk.

Jiang Yi looked at a distance and said, "There is a group of wandering warriors and pirates who are ready to rob passers-by. Go and show your legend, let the sea and land resound with your name, and use it as a warning to those who want to fight."

Jiang Yi did not explain to Hua Sanli, but directly gave the order for Huang Skeleton to demonstrate its strength.

The huge body of the wild skeleton moved, and the resentment and demonic power turned into countless dead souls to lift it up. The leg bones on the ground vibrated and turned forward like a pale sea of ​​bones, bringing up dark waves.

He wasn't going to kill people, he was just trying to scare them.

The sword in his hand dragged across the ground, leaving grooves, and blood seemed to be flowing in the grooves.

The wandering samurai and pirates were looking around at the sudden fog, and saw a huge shadow appearing in the hazy fog.

The hideous and terrifying skeleton general brings dark clouds and bloody colors.

The moment they looked at the skeletons, their consciousness was instantly enveloped by an illusion and they entered a tragic battlefield, with flames of pain and disease burning their bodies.

A sword flew across the sky and chopped off their heads.

The vision was dark and the headless body gasped in fear.

Soon, his hand touched his neck and the head was still there. The previous death was just an illusion brought by the terrifying monster.

But the real sword seemed to arrive as the opponent approached.

"Weird...monster!"

"run!"

"Run!"

"Get on board, get on board!"

Wandering samurai and pirates ready to rob passers-by ran in panic towards the hidden ships.

That knife was like a seed of fear, sprouting in my heart.

They couldn't contend with such a terrifying monster.

If you don't leave now, you will really lose your head.

Jiang Yi picked up a blood-gold flower from the ground, and looked at the wild skeleton chasing the tiny human with a little excitement. Her strength was stronger than that of the wild skeleton, but doing this kind of "bad things" was not as easy as the scary wild skeleton.

After all, she is a seventeen-year-old girl.

……

There are thirteen ghosts now.

Jiang Yi looked at the blood-red flower and put it around his waist. Countless strange flowers swayed at the same time, as beautiful as a sea of ​​blood.