BXBX NOVEL Chapter 189 Bad Taste
If Seth's guess was right, then what these people were actually chanting was a word whose meaning fell in line with the word savior, hero, or something of that kind.
A hero or a savior wasn't something Seth wished to be, and well he could go as far as to say that he despised and pitied such people.
Heroes and saviors were nothing more than pitiful individuals who put the wants of other people above their own, they fought to keep up their public image, and in a way, how they lived their lives was even decided by the public.
Being a hero disgusted Seth and went against the very freedom he desired and strived to gain.
What was freedom?
Many people would say it was the ability to do as you wish which was correct, but when one took a deeper look into the lives of these people who defined freedom and claimed to possess it, all they would see was a prisoner.
They claimed to have freedom, yet followed declarations of land restrictions or curfews, they claimed to be freemen, yet were scared at the thought of publicly killing someone who had offended them or taking food from wherever they saw it when they were hungry.
To such people, Seth considered them as nothing but hypocrites.
Seth took pride in himself as a man who knew and practiced true freedom, or at least had an idea of what it should be.
So far in his life, Seth exercised his freedom as much as he could, and today he also planned to exercise it, but right now he was met with a conflicting thought.
To Seth, a hero or savior was nothing more than a prisoner to the people he served, the farthest thing from a freeman, but right now as he stood here and freely desired to answer the call of the screaming civilians, the call to become a savior, he couldn't help but question if his beliefs on the definition of freedom were wrong all this time, or perhaps he was giving up his freedom at the moment.
He had thousands of questions on his mind, but right now he had no time to process them, no freedom to think about them as much as he wished, and this made him come up with shaky thoughts,
"Freedom is circumstantial".
Releasing a sigh and making a decision to the best of his abilities, Seth gathered the last of his strength, and the next minute his figure disappeared from his location.
Now that he was all tired and out of energy, Seth decided that it was time for a refill, and he moved to refill the only way he knew how to.
"Ahhhh" a sudden scream was heard, from one of the soldiers who had surrounded Seth, his wail drawing his nearby colleagues' attention to him and away from the mystery of Seth's sudden disappearance.
The soldiers turned to check on that comrade, but when they looked in the direction of his wail, they saw nothing, just an empty space, and then before they could debate what had happened, a body fall back in that empty space.
A dried and wrinkled body, one which could have been mistaken for a piece of dried wood if it wasn't for its face, clothes, and human shape.
The eyes of the surrounding soldiers opened in fright, and once again before any single one of them could talk, another scream unfolded and another of their comrades went missing.
This time, the soldiers didn't wait for anyone to speak as they all instinctively gathered in a circle, their backs facing each other as they effectively put their numbers to good use and made it impossible for their assailant to attack them from a blind spot.
The soldiers waited with bated breath, eyes already moving from left to right, but no matter how long they waited, no one ever attacked them, and it wasn't until some seconds later that they got over their fear and realized that they enemy had long since left them and was terracing a different section of the battlefield.
Having already drained two general cultivators, Seth's body was in a better condition, and without delay, he left the frightened cultivators and moved towards the civilian group closest to him, picking off any noteworthy soldier he came across, and it was then that he learned a whole new meaning of disgusting.
Disgusting was the one word Seth could give to the horrible things he had been forced to test along the way, and at this point, he was basically leaving some of his victims half-dead.
"weak cultivators testes horrible," Seth thought.
Other than draining the qi refilling special energy from the soldiers, Seth had no other use for their bodies.
Screams of guesses and alerts on Seth's activities and position began spreading around the battlefield but did nothing to hinder Seth's movements.
As he moved, Seth had black in his right hand, slicing through every enemy in his path, and when his nose picked up on a blood scent that he thought would at least be passable, his left hand would shoot out to harvest the unlucky fellow.
Seth had just finished draining his latest victim, and no longer able to help himself, he spat out the blood residue in his mouth before proceeding to lift up black with both arms and then swing it to his right, pouring all the qi he had just scrounged up into the attack.
A black lightening slash shot out of Seth's swordstaff, whirring and screeching as it moved, and mowing down around 100 enemies with it, before lighting up in a final detonation.
Even as Seth took a momentary pause, revealing his blood-covered body looking like a figure straight out of a horror movie, a loud scream of "Anh hùng" rose up around him, the heavy chant now being roared, and to Seth's astonishment actually putting fear in the eyes of the same soldiers who had remained unmoved all thought out his early massacre.