My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 76 Betrayal!

"Oh right, don't forget to keep that lady's head outside."

Carl turned his head and reminded him again.

Simon unloaded his heavy backpack, handed the birdcage to Flora, put his backpack back on, and followed Carl into the tent.

The moment he lifted the curtain, he smelled a familiar odor—the stench emanating from a mixture of animal blood and abyssal plant juices.

There was hardly any room to stand in the tent. All sorts of books were piled up on the table, the bed, and even the floor. Simon's gaze was fixed on an open handwritten notebook on the table. He had just seen a hand-drawn diagram of human anatomy when Carl casually closed the notebook.

He was carrying a wine bottle and asked enthusiastically, "Would you like some wine?"

"I don't drink," Simon shook his head in refusal.

Carl tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of wine. There wasn't much space in the tent, so he casually threw the books on the ground and made room for two chairs.

Simon sat down in the chair, glancing at the books on the floor. There were not only books on biology, but also many on history and culture, including the book "History of Imperial Wars," and even many historical books related to the development of the Ironwing Church.

"Where should I begin..." Karl stroked his chin, looking quite troubled.

"Why don't you start by talking about the cave raiders?"

Carl nodded thoughtfully.

"This story begins with my father... Have you ever heard of the fanatical legions?"

Simon nodded.

The Zealot Legion is one of the most renowned legions in the Sun Empire. They are known for their faith, and every soldier in the legion is a loyal believer. Every time they conquer a city, they demolish the local temple and build a temple to the Iron Emperor, spreading the greatness of the Iron Emperor to the locals.

What Karl said next really surprised him.

"My father was the commander of the Zealot Legion. He was a great warrior and a devout believer."

As he spoke, he pulled a photograph from a large stack of documents on the table and handed it to Simon.

When he saw the photo, a trace of sadness and an indescribable complex emotion flashed across his face.

The yellowed photograph shows a rather spectacular scene: in a magnificent temple, a tall man kneels on the ground, bowing and worshipping the statue of a god.

"Your father is the commander of the fanatical legion. Would he tolerate you doing something like this?" Simon asked in shock.

Simply disregarding imperial laws and entering the abyss is an absolute capital offense, not to mention that he also transported a lot of evidence of his crimes out of the abyss, making his crime even more serious!

Simon couldn't see if there was a smile in his eyes hidden by his bangs, but he did have a slight smile on his lips.

"My father couldn't stop me from doing anything. He had gone mad. He would lock himself in a dark, gloomy cellar and cry and laugh."

Looking back, that smile was tinged with bitterness.

"My father believed in gods since he was a child, but when he met the Iron Queen, he realized that what he had believed in before was just a clay statue, and that the real god was right in front of him. He followed the Iron Queen, fought bravely for him, led his legion to conquer all over the world, and built countless temples for the Iron Queen."

His black bangs cast a large shadow on his face, as if a dark patch had been left behind.

"But the Iron Emperor doesn't like him doing that..."

"The Iron Emperor ordered two legion commanders to lead their legions to the temple my father had modified, and to smash everything he had built in front of him. Finally, they planted bombs and blew the temple to smithereens. They made my father witness all of this."

A mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"What's even more ridiculous is that after the Great Crusade ended, the Iron Emperor disappeared without a trace, and the Ironwing Church molded him into a supreme god. Temples sprang up everywhere, and anyone who dared to slander the Iron Emperor was punished by the Inquisition. How ironic."

The flames of anger burned in the eyes behind the bangs, but were extinguished in an instant, leaving only an empty gray like embers.

"But what does all this have to do with what you're doing now?" Simon frowned, puzzled.

What puzzled him even more was that although his story mentioned a legion of fanatics, the ones who escorted them just now were cast iron warriors.

and many more……

His eyes widened suddenly, and his unease began to grow. He instantly realized a possibility, the possibility that the empire least wanted to see!

"What I'm trying to say is... that humans are like lambs, foolish, cowardly, and weak. They need gods, gods who can lead them forward like shepherds."

"The empire is collapsing, that's an undeniable fact." Karl maintained his smile. "A mysterious big shot contacted me, and I helped him contact my father's former comrades-in-arms. I had a brief chat with them about my thoughts. I'm quite eloquent, and my father's comrades-in-arms were willing to help."

Two words flashed through Simon's mind...

Mutiny.

The Iron Warrior Legion and the Fanatical Legion, two legions on the verge of betraying the Empire!

He suppressed his fear and feigned indifference with a calm tone, though in reality, trapped in the abyss, he was indeed powerless to change the situation.

"To be honest, I don't really care about any of the things you're talking about. I only care about my own situation." Simon pointed to the heavy backpack on his back. "The flesh of the Hungry Angel is the evidence of his sins in my hands. If you want the flesh, you'll have to send me out of the abyss. Otherwise, forget about it."

Carl nodded, seemingly understanding Simon's meaning.

"The flesh of the Hungry Angel is extremely valuable, but I have quite a few pieces of flesh like this."

As he spoke, he moved aside the mountain of books on the table, revealing a row of five sliced ​​samples.

Karl wouldn't try to fool him with fakes; the black chunks of meat don't lie. Only those who have personally witnessed the incriminating flesh produced by monsters of the Hungry Angel's caliber would know it's almost black.

"These are all flesh samples, evidence of the sins committed by the offspring of the Abyss." He smiled kindly. "Of course, they are not as precious as the piece of flesh in your hand."

Things became very complicated. The resources the other side possessed far exceeded Simon's expectations, and not only that, his only trump card wasn't that valuable.

"If you truly value the piece of flesh in my hand, then you should send me out of the abyss. Otherwise, I would rather destroy it than give it to you."

Carl was slightly taken aback. He realized that Simon wasn't just making empty threats, but was genuinely prepared to go all out.

"Okay, okay, calm down, let's make a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

Carl was clearly very interested in the details of the deal. He leaned closer to Simon and spoke in an excited tone.

"Let's play a game."