Karl was a private, and even in the original local legions, he belonged to the middle and lower classes, not only lucky but also unlucky, and accepted the military orders of the empire to come to the last territory that the empire had not yet conquered.

After he walked into the forest, his hands unconsciously clenched the musket in his hand, and his knuckles were already white, as if the cold barrel could bring warmth to him.

He looked around nervously.

The cedars here seem to be much larger than what I have seen in the botanical book, and each gram is seventy or eighty meters high.

Towering trees shade the sky, and the lush branches and leaves are entangled with each other, squeezing into the wind, leaving only tiny gaps, through which wisps of sunlight are cast into the shadow world beneath the trees.

Depressing, dreary, dead silence.

The sense of oppression brought by the atmosphere in the forest made Carl always have a sense of fear in his heart that he couldn't touch the source, and when he looked around, he always had a strange feeling-

The forests here will eat people!

"Are you alright, man?"

The call of his companion pulled Carl back to his normal world from his inexplicable fear, and he breathed a sigh of relief and responded:

"I'm fine."

In reality, however, the repression in his heart did not diminish at all.

The team made their way around the tall cedars, only to find the barbarian stronghold hidden deep in the forest.

The oppressive atmosphere didn't just affect Karl, there were soldiers complaining all the time along the way:

"What a hell of a place!"

"Those barbarians are really ghosts, that's why they hide in such a place."

"When will I go back, I really want to have a hot cocoa ...... now"

Suddenly, a shrill whistle sounded ahead, echoing in the ears of every Imperial soldier.

Everyone was trained to pick up their rifles and reload them as fast as they could.

The whistle means that the destination has arrived and it is time to prepare for the firefight!

The front-line commander drew the saber at his waist, pointed the tip of the knife straight at the barbarian village not far ahead, and shouted loudly:

"Everyone, rush me!"

"Kill!"

Everyone was shouting hard, as if they could use this murderous slogan to dispel the depression in their hearts.

The soldiers picked up their muskets and stabbed them like sharp knives into the enemy's heart.

The poor barbarians didn't seem to react, and looked at the intruders like a tide.

What a bunch of goofy geese!

Karl sneered, then lit the firerope, and with a bang, a barbarian woman was hit in the head by herself, and her body fell limply to the ground.

In a matter of moments, a dense burst of gunfire rang out all around the tribe, as if there was no other sound than these.

The barbarians were almost defenseless, as if they were cutting wheat.

Carl excitedly slew every barbarian in sight.

These are all accumulated military exploits, and he never imagined that one day he would get such a glorious record, and maybe he could use this military exploit to buy a piece of land in his hometown in the countryside.

At this moment, it seemed that all his complaints about this military operation had disappeared.

Everything is beautiful, but the fly in the ointment is that it would be more real if the barbarians were crying and running in all directions, rather than being knocked down like a puppet......

Wait, realism? Why is everything happening in front of you like a dream?

Karl had doubts, all the barbarians he saw along the way were standing straight in place, not running, not resisting, even if their relatives and friends were killed in front of his eyes, they did not react.

To be more precise, Carl couldn't see a normal human expression on their faces, as if they were a doll that looked too much like a human, and the feeling of darkness was chilling.

Suddenly, a terrible scream pierced the sky above the village.

Karl followed the sound and saw a headless barbarian woman suddenly stand up, her legs and feet turned into black tentacles like an octopus, and in an instant she tied up an unlucky Imperial soldier.

The scream came from the soldier's mouth, for the tentacles were covered with dense spikes, which slid over his body, cutting off pieces of flesh and skin, and then into the mouth of the barbarian woman, like a lamprey.

"Strange, monster!"

Soon, a series of screams rang out, and in Karl's terrified eyes, the barbarians who had been wantonly slaughtered before turned into strange shapes that he had never seen before, devouring the soldiers of the Empire.

Muskets and artillery have limited effect on them, and only some military masters above the third order can easily repel them.

With great fear in his heart, Karl kept running towards the crowded place.

As he ran, he saw that the houses had grown thorny tentacles, the bricks and tiles had become dense and slippery scales, the doors and windows had become terrible mouths, and the pillars had become thighs, moving clumsily and joining the ranks of cannibalism.

Soon, the bricks and tiles on the ground also turned into slippery and thick worms under Karl's dull gaze, with dense and slender sharp spines growing around the mouth, easily catching a mage floating in the air and easily cutting it off.

"Don't, don't come here!"

Seeing the tragic situation of his companions unfolding, Karl was already soaked in great fear, and he was so frightened that he almost crawled out of the cannibalistic village on his stomach.

After walking two steps, he looked back and saw that the buildings and barbarians in the village had transformed into all kinds of monsters, killing their compatriots by various inhuman means.

Even a warrior as strong as a commander, a legendary warrior, was rushed out of the ground like a skinned serpent.

The serpent was fifty or sixty meters tall just when it came out of the ground, and soon more figures rushed out of the cave he had drilled.

These objects barely maintain the appearance of humans, but the limbs of the body are covered in black scales, and dense spikes grow from the back, elbows, and knees, especially the hands, which are connected to a variety of strange weapons, some in the shape of muskets.

These monsters slaughtered at such a fast speed that they slaughtered the last of the Rebellious Empire as easily as they did chopping melons and vegetables.

Carl swallowed with difficulty, and his body trembled backwards.

Suddenly, he came across a tall cedar, and was about to turn around—

The branch of the cedar suddenly twitched, and a bright red strip like a tongue easily pierced Carl's skull, spraying his brain all over the ground.

Without any reaction, Carl was dragged by the long tongue and sent into the crevice of the trunk.

The gap suddenly opened apart on both sides, dragging Karl's corpse into it, and the bark as sharp as fangs chewed up and down Cal's corpse, and the flesh was ground to pieces along with the white bones.

His hunch was right, this was indeed a cannibalistic forest.