Chapter 2060 - 552: The Ancient Pact Awakened by the Demon King

Spinor Earl's Domain has welcomed the largest heavy rain since June, the torrential downpour seems to want to wash away all the sins on earth.

Although Erin's group did not find human traces in the cave, it was undoubtedly not a work that Ratmen could accomplish alone.

This matter struck a heavy blow to the Hero.

Whether in the sense of Spirit or in the sense of faith.

On the contrary, the Demon King is comforting her, persuading her not to give up her yearning for Holy Light. If she is truly defeated by Evil, then Evil's goal is achieved.

"I think Lady Antonie is right, no matter what you saw in Twilight City, please keep your heart with light... same in Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range."

The inn in Cold Crow City.

Erin, sitting on the bed embracing her knees, lifted her tear-stained face. Those green eyes, veiled in a layer of gray, truly make one feel pity.

"If you keep your heart with light, will the light come?" she said in a hoarse voice.

Luo Yan standing by the window did not immediately answer.

Raindrops slide down the window, trailing long and silent marks on the glass.

He pondered for a while and spoke honestly.

"No."

Erin slightly tightened her arms around her knees and did not ask further.

Looking at the lowered forehead again, Luo Yan continued to speak.

"But if everyone believes Evil is an unquestionable axiom, then they will naturally live in the world they firmly believe in."

From the height of the Void Realm, this cycle is likely eternal.

The cruelty of the Thoughts of All lies in that people's fantasies or curses on others often only have sixty percent power, but will rebound with twelve times the weight on themselves.

The experience of the Ryan people is not because the goblins in Demon City believe that humans truly spend their days pulling out the intestines of Demons, forcing them back to eat them.

The situation of the Ryan people will only be determined by their own spiritual world.

The history of Aus Continent has validated this countless times, but few have connected these scattered fragments to contemplate.

In the words of this world, it is called "Thoughts of All", while in another world, there is a more common term, which is "Karma".

This is also why when Demons clean up goblins, they will not suffer any punishment from Karma; however, upon reaching Thunder County's land, Reggie Dragon was quickly killed by the Chosen One with a spear.

Similarly, if the King of Ryan only messes around in Roland City, the gale of Karma likely wouldn't blow so fiercely.

Not to mention abolishing copper coins, even if returned to the barter period of tribes, the people of Ryan in Roland City can only endure, just like the goblins of Black Wind Castle.

However, what shouldn't have happened a thousand times, Theoden Devalu did something similar to Dragon—

This captain with dimming eyes, muddledly and confidently steered his little boat downstream of Rushing River.

Yet there, people are thinking of entirely different things, and naturally, the gale of Karma is not something he is familiar with.

From the perspective of Mortals, it is the irreconcilable conflict between feudal and republican; however, from the angle of Divine, it actually has nothing to do with either.

It is merely the coldest, most indifferent cause and effect in the universe.

And more mercilessly, only true Divine can see the entirety of cause and effect.

The people in the rain can only curse the "unfairness" of fate repeatedly, wondering why it continues to punish their lifelong kindness, sometimes gloating that it's not themselves in trouble this time, other times lamenting when the sky will clear.

For instance, Sir Dickbin is just such.

Standing in the training ground, soaked to a drenched state, he feels extremely aggrieved.

He was merely acting rightly under orders from the King, yet was sent to the Ryan Camp of the First Mountain Corps to stand among a group of lowly mud-buried people for reprimand.

The rain destroyed his expensive whale oil pomade, turning his meticulously maintained hairstyle even in the storm into a clump of sticky seaweed, embarrassingly falling over his forehead scrubbed by the rain.

Sir Wesley, in military attire, walks in front of him, hands behind his back, like a Griffin patrolling its territory.

"Gentlemen, ladies..."

The mud-covered leather boots deliberately stayed in front of Sir Dickbin for two seconds until a few suppressed chuckles sounded around.

Sir Wesley appreciated the slowly reddening face, smirked grimly, and moved his gaze to continue onward.

His intention is not to humiliate this guy, but to let him clearly see the face imprinted in the mud, only the shameful can become brave again.

"Welcome to the Ryan Camp of Campbell Duchy's First Mountain Corps, you are all Ryan people, should not be strangers to each other, clearer on why you stand here..."

"In the mountain before you, the people of Holy Light are being ravaged by the slaughter knives of Alien Race, they gut your brother and sisters in abhorrent ways like they kill livestock, imprison your wives and daughters in cages!"

"No matter what gentle words your Dickbin mama uses to caress the ugly fur of Ratmen, arguing you are self-inflicted, in our place, this savage act is exactly like Chaos!"

A commotion arose in the crowd, with a few young men who escaped from the Rat hole reddening their eyes, flames of hatred burning within them, eager to rush forward at once.

Whom to rush toward truly is hard to say, Ratmen still keep some distance from here.