Chapter 150: We Are… The Wild Hunt!!

Vanas hadn't dreamed in a very, very long time.

Ever since her kingdom fell into turmoil, she could only sleep for two hours each day. And these two hours had to be a dreamless deep sleep; otherwise, her spirit couldn't sustain the high-intensity work of the remaining twenty-two hours.

However, on the night of the Blood Moon Festival, she felt she had a very real dream.

In the dream, she passed through layers of mist and arrived on a dilapidated ice warship.

This dream was incredibly real, even making her think it was all real.

"This is not a good sign." Regarding such a real dream, her heart was very heavy, because this represented a problem with her sleep quality, a sign that her spirit was about to collapse.

Before she could come back to her senses, she suddenly found two rows of armored soldiers appearing beside her.

These soldiers possessed a powerful aura that made her fearful; that sense of oppression was incomparably real.

"If only these were my soldiers," Vanas instinctively thought of her tumultuous homeland, her heart growing even more weary.

"Foolish woman! How dare you rashly trespass upon my Lord's warship! Even dying ten thousand times cannot wash away your current offense and sin!"

An incredibly angry voice came from beneath the soldiers' masks. Immediately, these soldiers instantly raised their spears and thrust them towards Vanas.

In this instant, Vanas felt an incredibly heavy taste of death.

This taste was very terrifying and familiar because, for more than half a year, she had been constantly wandering in this taste.

She was not a mystic but possessed a special talent: the ability to smell the death of different people.

And at this moment, she smelled a brand new taste… this was the taste of her own death.

"This is not a dream!" Vanas suddenly thought.

But she reacted too late. The spears had already fallen, close at hand, irreversible.

"Am I going to die just like this?" Vanas widened her scarlet eyes and began to struggle violently.

"Stop."

A calm and majestic voice came from an unknown place.

Vanas widened her eyes, looking at the sharp spear tips that had already touched her eyelashes yet stopped incredibly steadily. Her whole body was too stiff to move.

"Bring her over," the voice came again.

Swish!

A dozen spears were instantly withdrawn in unison. Then, the stiff Vanas was lifted by two female warriors and walked to the edge of the ship.

"Kneel!" the two female warriors shouted.

Vanas instinctively complied, kneeling her noble knees, and stared wide-eyed at that incomparably imposing figure.

At this moment, all her spirit was filled by this imposing figure.

"How can such an imposing and perfect existence exist in this world?" she instinctively thought.

The figure slightly turned its head. The eyes under the silver-grey mask swept over Vanas, and that calm and majestic voice came from under the mask again: "Woman, where are you from?"

Hearing this inquiry, Vanas suddenly felt an indescribable sense of gratitude and joy, like a child who had finally been noticed by the teacher after raising her hand many times.

Tears silently streamed down the corners of her eyes. Vanas prostrated herself on the ground. "I am from the Kingdom of Guinness. I am the new queen of the Kingdom of Guinness, Vanas Guinness."

Hearing this, that person seemed to know something. Looking at the surrounding blizzard, he uttered words that, although calm, were incredibly exciting and surging: "Set out."

Just two words, just an incredibly calm tone, yet for some reason, Vanas's heart surged, wishing she could put on armor and follow behind him, fighting together.

...

The fainted Silas's spirit returned to the warship.

Sitting on the throne, Silas closed his eyes and carefully sensed, falling into deep contemplation.

Just now, he had witnessed the deaths of tens of thousands of people, witnessed the approach of the apocalypse, witnessed the fragility of life, witnessed what true madness was.

Such a vision, such an experience made him feel very bad.

But this experience also added some inexplicable calmness and indifference to his spirit.

"Is it numbness? Or adaptation?" Silas's heart was very complicated.

"Forget it, I won't think about this problem anymore. What I should be thinking about now is inflicting punishment on that ant." As his thoughts reached this point, Silas's spirit became completely cold.

Strolling down from the throne, Silas began to ponder his next course of action.

"According to the rules of the normal world, I cannot enter the material world and can only wander in this illusory dream world. But now, the ordinary rule system of the entire Bayne City has completely collapsed. Theoretically, I can descend to that place, but how to descend, I'm somewhat clueless."

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Suddenly, a series of deep bell sounds came from the Evening Bell above his head. Silas looked up and was surprised to find a large number of souls passing through the great bell and then disappearing.

The number of these souls was enormous, numbering in the tens of thousands.

Lost in thought while looking at the Evening Bell, Silas walked out of the temple and stood on the edge of the warship, pondering the connection between these souls and his descent.

Behind him, Chuck knelt on the ground and said again, "The undead have already paved the steps for Your Lordship to step into the mortal world. Countless deaths and skeletons have forged the divine altar. My Lord, your divine throne has been erected. Please grant purification to this world, please grant salvation to these souls, please grant judgment to this ugliness."

Chuck had said similar words for the second time, the first time being about a few months ago.

Dong, dong, dong…

More souls passed through the great bell in the sky and disappeared.

Silas felt he had grasped a clue.

Suddenly, he felt his spirit resonate emotionally with someone.

Then, in his perception, a soul full of sadness and anxiety appeared on the warship; it was Vanas.

After a simple inquiry, Silas instantly understood many, many things.

"So that's how it is. I finally know what kind of existence we are. I finally know our mission!" Silas understood many things at this moment, even knowing what kind of existence he was.

"The last time Chuck said such words, there were also a large number of dead souls, and that was exactly when the internal strife in the Duchy of Giles was at its most severe. And this time, so many souls have appeared again, and Chuck has spoken again. This means that as long as there is large-scale war and death in the mortal world, we can use this as an opportunity to descend."

"Combining this warship, this spirit wolf, this biting white frost, and the armored soldiers, then the true identity of this warship is already obvious."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

The terrifying blizzard gradually dispersed.

However, this blizzard did not enter Silas's body but instead formed a huge ice portal.

Silas strolled to the bow of the ship, slowly raised the spear in his hand, and said loudly, "We are…"

"The Wild Hunt!!!!!"

All the warriors behind him raised their weapons and let out a heaven-shaking cry.

Cold blue ghost fire suddenly burned in Silas's eyes.

Then, the eyes of all the warriors behind him simultaneously burned with the same icy blue ghost fire.

"Come, my White Frost warriors, with me, step into the mortal world!"

In the biting white frost storm, the huge warship disappeared…