Chapter 15: Dead Oasis, Desperate Tribe

Eugene's movements were very subtle, but there was still no way to hide them from Sanguinius's perception.

Even though the bloodthirsty demon named Kabanha looks hateful, some of his words make some sense. Sanguinius has an instinctive desire for blood, and every scent of blood in the air cannot escape the capture of her omophageaic membrane.

Just as a winemaker can tell the age and texture of a red wine by its aroma, Sanguinius can roughly tell the current state of health of his master by the smell of blood.

Eugene——

A respected elder of the tribe was dying.

There is no doubt about it.

She was already old, and the terrible radiation left indelible scars on her frail body. During this period of rapid march, excessive exertion was burning the little life she had left.

The cancer spread throughout her body, and every step she took was in excruciating pain.

But such pain did not affect the heartfelt smile on the old man's face.

She hid her condition well.

throughout the tribe.

Except for Sanguinius and Radolon, no one else noticed that the old man was terminally ill.

"Admirable strength of will," Sanguinius whispered.

Thanks Eugene for coming.

Save Kano from a difficult situation.

After enjoying a brief breakfast, the remaining pure-blooded people gradually dispersed, returned to their posts, and continued to be busy with the work at hand.

"In the ancient tradition of Baal, there is the belief in angels." Sanguinius and Kano stood together, looking at the ruins of the city buried by the wind and sand under the cliff. "Many people in the tribe regard me as The incarnation of an angel. I am a little concerned about this matter. Can you please tell me the details? "

"Of course, it's an honor."

Kano patted his chest, his sallow face glowing with brilliance due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

He pondered for a moment, organized his words, and then said:

"The specific origin of the belief in angels cannot be explored. The only thing that can be determined is that when the human colonists arrived in Baal, the ancient residents living here had been believing in angels for tens of millions of years.

Millions of years later, humans established colonies on the two Ehimes of Baal, the Rosewood Star and the Lucky Star, and retained the ancient residents' belief in angels.

In the legend, this great angel exists in two aspects.

The golden one is the guardian angel, and the black one is the destroying angel.

Whenever people create a masterpiece of art, whenever we fight to the death for the weak, the power of the angels of light will become stronger. And similarly, every time someone succumbs to murderous rage, greedy desire, loses his mind and kills his relatives and compatriots, the power of the Black Angel will increase a little. "

"Has the war between them ever been victorious?"

Sanguinius asked in words as gentle as the wind as he stared at the city before him.

"Never."

Kano shook his head, "This balance has lasted for tens of millions of years, and this balance may continue to be maintained for countless years to come."

"But the balance has begun to tip -" Sanguinius recalled what he had seen in his fantasy.

She did not voice her worries, but nodded slightly.

"Is there anything else you want to share with me?" Sanguinius noticed that Kano scratched his head, with a hesitant expression on his face.

"It's nothing."

Kano chuckled twice, "I don't know why, but suddenly I felt that the barrier disappeared."

"gap?"

"In the past, I respected you very much, but I would also feel nervous because of my respect. But now, this emotion has disappeared out of thin air, and there is only a feeling of closeness."

Kano explained carefully, thinking that he had just called the angel his mother, Kano felt that he was crazy. But looking back now, everything seemed to be logical and there was nothing weird about it, which he couldn't understand.

"This is good."

Sanguinius said seriously,

"People call me an angel, but I know I am not. Maybe I have something different from ordinary people, but essentially I am still a human being. I will make mistakes, and I hope someone will point it out mercilessly at that time, so that I can Avoid greater tragedies.”

"I will." Kano nodded seriously.

call!

A dull hot wind blew.

On the plain below the cliff, wisps of red mist curled up.

Kano's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Damn it!" he yelled angrily, "The red mist has appeared. I think I must inform my compatriots as soon as possible to prepare."

"Go quickly," Sanguinius said.

*

Red mist.

Extreme weather unique to Bacelon.

This time the red mist was even worse than the one we encountered last time in the Blood Mountain Camp. Even Sanguinius hid in the closed carriage, hugging his knees, quietly waiting for the disaster to end.

Sanguinius has Kano on his left and Huntress O'Kelly on his right.

besides.

There were seven or eight other teenagers, making the environment in the carriage a bit crowded.

Even Kano, who was the most lively in the past, remained silent in such an environment. The air became particularly dull, and only the rustling sound of the wind and the fine and crisp sound of gravel hitting the iron sheet of the carriage could be heard.

Suddenly,

Sanguinius's crystal clear earlobe flicked gently.

In the rustling sound of the wind, she heard a hint of discord. The door was opened, and someone walked in the red mist.

It was Eugene.

She was not wearing protective clothing, but a simple gray robe.

She staggered and limped to the edge of the cliff, and then sat down stiffly.

Her eyes were blurred and she could hardly see anything. But something deep in her memory became more vivid at this time-it was an oasis, clear spring water flowed on the soft grass, golden sunlight fell from the gaps between the branches, and the lush treetops were full of fruits.

That was her hometown that she had missed all her life.

It was an oasis that was out of reach.

But now——

She knew she couldn't hold on any longer, just a little distance away.

"What a pity." Eugene thought with a dying breath, but then he laughed again, "It doesn't matter, it's enough for those children to return to the oasis..."

——

Tick-tick-tick.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Gradually, the sound of wind and sand disappeared.

"It's over." In the carriage, I don't know who spoke first, and the dull atmosphere was quickly broken by the emotional catharsis.

"Wow, it's great that I'm still alive." Huntress O'Kelly hugged her companions beside her.

Kano also stretched out his arms and wanted to hug his companions.

Unfortunately——

On his left was the cold door, and on his right was the holy angel.

Sanguinius tilted his head, then squinted his eyes and smiled, reaching out and gently patting Kano's short hair like steel needles. Although it was just a very ordinary action, it was enough to make Kano feel flattered.

People left the carriage.

Hug each other.

Feeling lucky to have survived the natural disaster.

"Where's Eugene?" Just then, someone shouted, "Why is Eugene gone!"

"Here!"

Soon someone found Eugene sitting on the edge of the cliff.

She lowered her head, clasped her hands together, and still had a peaceful smile on her face, but the breath of life had long disappeared.

"She ran out alone in the red fog, is she crazy?" Someone spoke in an incomprehensible voice.

"Shut up!"

The crowd dispersed to both sides.

Radoron gritted his teeth and walked from a distance with a gloomy face: "Of course she is not crazy, she just left the hope of survival to us."

He said, "In the previous battle with mutants, part of the radiation protection suit was broken. Eugene gave up the right to live, which allowed you to survive. Do you understand, you idiot!"

The young man who had just spoken lowered his head immediately.

His face was full of shame.

"She told us about her hometown countless times." Someone cried, "She was so eager to return to the place where she was born again."

"There is nothing to regret, and there is no need to cry for her. What we have to do is to remember Eugene's sacrifice in our hearts. It is because of such noble character that we, the children of Baal, can overcome the harsh natural disasters and the cruel mutants and live tenaciously until now."

Radoron picked up Eugene's body, "Let us continue to move forward. At least, we can bury Eugene's body in the land of our hometown."

The sobbing sound disappeared.

But Sanguinius could see the burning faith in people's eyes.

After a simple repair, the convoy set off again and set off along the established route.

The people of the pure-blood tribe fought against the natural disasters, defeated the attacks of the mutants, and overcame many hardships along the way, and finally came to the legendary oasis.

"We're here!"

On the roof of the Spirit of Vengeance, Kano waved his arms excitedly. He stood up regardless of the danger, "Over the hill ahead is where the oasis is."

Buzz!

With the roar of the engine.

The sight gradually climbed upwards and finally passed the arc-shaped hilltop.

But, but——

The excitement in Kano's eyes froze the moment he saw the oasis, as if God had played a bad joke on the pure-blood tribe.

The oasis is indeed in this desert.

But it is dead.

Killed by the mutants' chemical weapons, only a twisted wreckage remains.