Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 856 - 425

Chapter 856: 425

Nightmare World.

Human Race.

The Human Clan Kingdom bordered the territories of the Beastmen, Elves, and Undead to the east, west, and north.

As for the southern border, it was the edge of the entire Nightmare World.

Here lay only a vast desolate desert.

If you crossed the desert and kept going, you would see the end of the desert was a void, with a bottomless abyss beneath your feet.

This day.

On the southern border.

Night.

In the barracks.

Two soldiers stealthily climbed over a courtyard wall, landing gently inside the barracks’ mess hall.

“Did anyone see you?”

“No, everyone’s already asleep.”

“Hurry—those bottles of strong liquor are hidden in the second cupboard, the last two bottles. We each take one, drink it, and quickly return to duty.”

“What’s the rush? I saw the head chef secretly stash a big pack of butter in the bakery!”

The sound of swallowing saliva was heard twice.

Shortly after.

The door of the mess hall quietly opened.

Two figures slipped in.

The sound of uncorking the bottles was so insignificant, and muffled by the tightly shut door, it became even more imperceptible.

Time slowly passed.

The night deepened.

The door opened again.

Two figures quietly crawled out of the mess hall, closed the door behind them, and were about to climb the wall.

“Wait.”

“What now? It’s late, hurry back to patrol—careful the captain finds out, or it’s a whipping again.”

He burped several times before finishing his sentence.

The other, with a slurred speech, said:

“No—my dear brother, look over there.”

“Where?”

Both looked toward the iron-barred gate opposite the mess hall.

They saw indistinct shadows outside the gate, as if many people were moving back and forth.

“These damned desert scum, taking advantage of the masters’ sleep, they dare to hold an illicit market—right behind our barracks!”

One said with a displeased face.

The other replied, “Let’s go have a look. We’re on patrol anyway. This isn’t like our sneaky eating and drinking; this is serious business!”

“That’s right, let’s go check it out!”

The two staggered toward the iron-barred gate, peering out through bleary, drunken eyes.

Indeed, there was a bustling market outside.

Faceless figures crouched on the ground, knives in hand, vigorously chopping meat and bones.

The repetitive “thud thud” of knives on the cutting board was ceaseless, dense, incessant.

One of the soldiers peered and shouted:

“Hey, you people, how dare you—uh?”

His mouth was suddenly covered by his companion.

The soldier turned his head, puzzled, only to find his companion’s face no longer relaxed and at ease.

Trembling.

His companion’s hands were trembling, his body was trembling, even his eyes were quivering, stimulated by some intense and sudden fear.

“Go back, get help.”

His companion whispered.

He quickly signaled danger on his back in stealth.

This gesture meant “The group has fallen into a desperate situation. Anyone who can escape, should flee immediately.”

The soldier sobered up.

This moment.

He finally realized something was not right.

Who would hold a night market behind the barracks so late?

Moreover, the faces of those people were completely unrecognizable.

And most importantly—

Every person outside of the iron bar gate buried their heads, chopping meat with great focus.

Without exception.

Chopping meat…

The soldier felt a chill rising up his spine.

“Let’s go.”

Still supporting each other, they carefully moved their feet, running desperately towards the barracks.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly.

After an unknown length of time—

Thank heavens, they had finally traversed most of the distance, nearing the mess hall wall.

The gate here was locked every night.

—They must climb over to wake the other comrades.

Climbing over was simple!

The sober soldier was about to charge forward, but saw his companion suddenly stiffen, frozen in place.

Yet he pushed the soldier forward with force.

“Go.”

His companion shouted, with despair in his voice.

Using that push, the soldier suppressed his fear and trembling, dashed a few steps forward, jumped onto the wall, and climbed over.

He opened his mouth, emitting a silent scream, tumbled and crawled into the guardhouse, and vigorously rang the alarm bell.

Dong—Dong—Dong—

The magic in the bell echoed throughout the entire barracks, even Soaring into the Clouds, rapidly transmitting towards the distant border town.

The soldier sighed in relief, slumping into the chair.

But after several breaths,

Eerie silence persisted in the barracks.

No officer came out swearing, nor did any other soldiers hurriedly don their Battle Armor to gather.

Dead silence.

The horses often neighed in panic during drills at the sound of the bell.

But this time.

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There was no sound from the stables either.

The soldier breathed heavily, his eyes darting around, he suddenly stood up.

Go!

Leave this place immediately!

A Magic carriage was parked beside the main gate of the barracks; once activated, it moved fast.

Maybe there was still a chance for salvation—

The soldier pushed open the door, ready to rush out, but suddenly froze in place.

Facing him, on the wall of the barracks, appeared something.

Its body was two to three meters wide and as long as tens of meters, coiled on top of the wall like a centipede.

What was strange was that both sides of its body were covered with densely packed human hands.

The hands manipulated the wall—

And the Monster slowly crept forward.

The soldier’s legs gave out, and he knelt on the ground, unable to move.

But the Monster seemed to have no interest in him, merely watching him from a distance.