NABC Chapter 305: 309: The Origin of the Minotaur
Chapter 305: 309: The Origin of the Minotaur
Chapter 305: Chapter 309: The Origin of the Minotaur
As everyone fought valiantly, the enemy fell one after another. Lancelot knocked the last minotaur skeleton to the ground and raised his great sword to finish off his opponent when suddenly he heard Clone Well’s voice:
“Boss! Leave me a whole body! Just chop off its head!”
Curious about the words, Lancelot slightly adjusted his movements, and the great sword fell like a guillotine, separating the enemy’s head from its skeleton beneath his feet.
The beheaded monster’s body convulsed, about to scatter into a pile of broken bones, when Clone Well suddenly flew over, landing on the skeleton’s neck. Purple spiritual light flowed over the skeleton’s entire body like ripples on water, and a few breaths later, the huge skull finally settled down.
“Hey! Boss! I think I succeeded!” The skull shouted excitedly as it lay face up on the ground, “I can feel my body again, and this feeling is just great!”
“Then move a bit,” Bruto came over curiously and lightly kicked the skeleton’s arm, “Can you stand up?”
“Um... let me think, which one is the leg?” The skeleton began to bend its arms, “That doesn’t seem right, wait a moment...”
The group stepped back a little and watched the skeleton on the ground flail its limbs wildly, like a turtle flipped over. After a moment, the huge skeleton frame finally staggered to its feet, with Clone Well’s disproportionately small head on its neck.
“You really can control this body...” Bruto said in amazement on the side, “We’ve taken down quite a few skeletons before, why haven’t I seen you do this before?”
“I don’t know why, but seeing such a large frame earlier made me suddenly remember how to do this.” The skeleton tried to take a few steps forward but lost its balance and crashed to the ground with a thud.
“Where there’s sin, there’s corrupted soil,” Kalalin shrugged, “Moradin, in creating Dwarves, also endowed you with an intrinsic inclination towards goodness. Our human creator, if they truly exist, gave us no such predisposition for good or evil. Compared to other righteous races, human morals are very complex and usually intertwined with societal structures...”
“Yeah yeah, I get that, but you still haven’t explained why anyone would worship that Baphoment...”
“What about when a farmer, unable to pay his land rents, has his wife and daughters taken away by the Lord? Or when someone suffers the chopping off of limbs just because they paid a little less in taxes?” Scholar glanced at Lancelot intentionally or unintentionally, “Kings and nobles are favorite subjects of corruption for the Devils, while Demons hear the cries of the miserably poor. Demons advocate slaughter and revenge, offering dark power to those in despair, and ensuring their targets don’t stop after only getting revenge.”
“Why are you looking at me? My father was just a minor noble in the countryside and always treated the local people well...” Lancelot said, feeling a bit guilty; in truth, he had never cared about these matters as a child since food always appeared on the table on time. He quickly changed the subject, saying:
“Didn’t you just mention that minotaurs were transformed from humans?”
“Exactly. Cultists of the Horned Demon Lord would wear masks symbolizing animals and step into a pre-arranged labyrinth. There, they would slaughter wild beasts, consume the flesh and blood of the animals raw, and unleash their most primal desires and impulses. Once they had completely discarded what one could call their humanity, typically involving killing and consuming another cultist, a minotaur would be born.”
“That sounds too evil.” The Dwarf shook his head and walked away, “Foolish humans...”
Lancelot and Kalalin didn’t counter, they just glanced at each other, their faces revealing a helpless, bitter smile.
“I’m back,” Acheron’s easy voice arose from where he had just left, “You won’t believe what a sight it is up ahead!”
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