Cthulhu Gonfalon

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the early afternoon, continuous whinnies of exhausted horses suddenly came from the running caravan group. Then, at least a dozen horses slowed down, and those people were left behind by the large group.

They were relatively poor in that group. They were not riding special horses with bloodlines of demon beasts which could run thousands of miles. They were riding fine-quality horses like ordinary adventurers.

Fine horses were of course good. Common inferior horses couldn't compete with them. However, since the night, they had been running. Although they were fine horses, they were still exhausted.

The knights' horses were equally exhausted. Looking at the caravan group that was running further, they stayed silent for a long time. Then, they stopped and sighed.

"No Solution," a powerful person in this team said. "We probably can only escape here."

"What should we do next?" another person asked. "Where are we going?"

"Is there a big difference?" the person who had previously spoken said with anger. "In the face of a true god, it is the same wherever you flee to."

"Maybe it would be better to escape to a temple," another person said. "Let's find a temple."

"Even the priests of temples are running with us. Do you think they are more stupid than you?" the powerful guy said. He found a relatively flat grassland and laid down. "I figured it out. I'll just lie here. If His Majesty wants to kill me, I'll die no matter where I am. At least let me rest before I die."

Seeing him, most of them also found a place to sit or lay down.

After running for half a night and half a day, they understood that such an escape was meaningless. When they were originally running away, they had a kind of herd mentality. In other words, they had the selfish idea that "I can't be faster than a tiger, so I'll just run faster than my companions." Now they calmed down and naturally figured it all out.

Such an idea was nothing more than an illusion. Recalling the scene when the Void Mask caught people today, they found there were no rules at all. He didn't catch people according to their speed, personal status, and strength. No one knew what the jellyfish god was thinking.

Maybe, he just caught people at random.

After figuring it out, the power that had supported them to escape naturally disappeared.

Since it was the same whether they escaped or not, why should they bother to escape?

"I am stupid, really!" a relatively old person said, sighing. "It is at least a little more comfortable to lie at home peacefully and wait to die. In that case, I would still be lying in a soft bed, full of food. Well, I was not willing to drink the bottle of good wine stored in the cupboard. I should have drunk it."

His words resonated with those people. For a time, they were angry about their stupidity. Anger was useless, but they were still angry.

At this moment, one of the people was suddenly entangled in tentacles that appeared out of thin air. That guy cried out in alarm and then disappeared without a trace. After a while, the tentacles reappeared and threw his dead body back. His head was separated from his body with blood squirting.

Those people looked at each other. Someone shouted, "Run."

So they immediately stood up, climbed on the horses and ran wildly again.

This time, they only ran for a short time. Those fine horses didn't rest well, so their temperatures were almost as high as having a fever. They foamed at the mouth and couldn't run anymore.

During this time, the tentacles appeared again and took away another person. No one saw his body, but they knew that he was definitely dead.

"My horse can't run. What should I do?"

"The horses can't run, but we can still run!"

"But is it meaningful to run like this?"

There was no answer to this question. No one could answer it.

In fact, it was still meaningful. Even if they could be a little farther away from the horrible jellyfish god, they could make themselves feel a little better.

Although it was just an illusion and although the short distance was useless, people would also firmly grasp the last straw when they were going to drown.

After running hard for a while, someone finally couldn't help but shout, "I don't want to be killed by a jellyfish!"

After shouting, he pulled out a knife and cut his neck. Suddenly, blood spewed, and his body fell down softly.

The people stopped running and looked at each other. Finally, they looked at the person who was still bleeding and dying on the ground.

Slitting your neck, seemed to be a solution.

After all, if they committed suicide, at least their souls wouldn't be sent to hell.

They were all devout believers of the Orc gods, and these years, they had worked well for the gods. Even if they made little contributions, at least they worked hard. In any fashion, they would be brought to the God's Kingdom.

However, in a flash, something that made them desperate happened.

A figure wearing a black robe and holding a scythe appeared next to the man who was about to die completely. The figure wielded the scythe and swiped through his body.

The scythe didn't hurt his body, but it hooked onto his soul like a real hook, dragging his soul out of his body. His soul was like a specimen pinned by a needle.

The figure in the black robe with the scythe immediately disappeared with the hooked soul. During the whole process, he didn't look at the people around him at all.

Even so, the gloomy chill that he left behind and the cold and solemn feeling that could make all the wicked people cringe clearly told them his identity.

He was the Soulbringer from hell. In the legends, Soulbringers were Oracles who would take the souls of the wicked bring them to hell before the messengers of their gods came.

"How… how can this be possible?!" a person yelled in panic. "We can't even commit suicide?"

"Lord… Where is our Lord? He… he should… should send messengers to pick… pick us up," another person stuttered out. Even his words were trembling.

It was not his fault. Whether they were being executed or committed suicide, they would eventually go to hell. Seeing that scene, they were desperate to the extreme.

Someone started to kneel on the ground and prayed in a low voice.

"Lord, who I serve, please pity me. Take my soul away so that I will not fall down to hell."

So the other people copied him and started praying, but it was useless.

A moment later, Sui Xiong's tentacles reappeared, taking a person away to the guillotine. He stated their crimes and declared their punishment—the death penalty.

Then, he cut off their head, and the Hell Messengers took their soul away.

Throughout the process, the Orc gods didn't react at all.

In the Endless Field, Lefon, the Master God of the Orc God System, was watching the scene taking place in the mortal realm. He shook his head and sighed deeply.

He knew that this was only the beginning. It was only the beginning.

"Your Majesty, it won't work like this!" a god advised. "Even if you don't stop the Void Mask from arresting people and executing them, at least you should pick up the souls who commit suicide."

"This time, the attitude of hell is very tough," Lefon said, shaking his head. "Unless we want to fight with them, we can only give in this time."

"But, the souls of the believers are our own property!" another god said angrily. "How can those hell guys reach into our bowls to grab our food!"

"Hell has always announced that all souls should accept fair trials after their death. They should be responsible for what they did during their lifetime. They have always condemned the actions of us gods. We set up God's Kingdoms to pick up the souls of our believers. They think that is destroying the world order and rebelling against the Big Circulation. For this, we have fought a few times," an old god said, sighing. "If we don't give in this time, we will definitely fight one more time."

"We can't defeat them?" Lefon asked, looking around.

The gods meditated, and then someone whispered, "After leaving the underworld, the combat power of the hell guys will decrease."

"But I bet as long as we fight with hell, the human gods will unite with Hell and attack us," Lefon said calmly. "In that case, we will definitely lose."

He said, sighing again, "Forget it. We still have a long future. The adverse effects of this time will sooner or later be eliminated over the years. After a hundred years, who will remember what happened this time?"

The Orc gods sighed and looked at each other without speaking.