bookrandom Chapter 641 Blood Pact
Chapter 641 Blood Pact
Upon hearing Qianming and Shunjue's answers, Mo Chen, who was by the window, involuntarily turned his head to look at the two defectors sitting on the sofa.
Their answers were resolute, without the slightest hesitation or pausing.
The determination and hatred conveyed in those words were so real that Mo Chen could hardly doubt it.
Mo Chen's gaze lingered on the two faces for a moment, and his intuition told him that those were not the eyes of liars.
Simmons, standing to the side, straightened his back at this moment. His hands, which had been trembling with tension, were now clenched into fists. His eyes, which had been evasive, were now filled with hope as he met Mo Chen's gaze.
After a long while, as if he had made a difficult decision, Mo Chen sighed softly.
"Sergeant Simmons."
"I'm here, sir."
"Since you are willing to risk your life to vouch for Qianming and Shunjue, I will believe you this once."
Hearing Mo Chen say that, Simmons breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the young homeowner with gratitude.
"I'll let bygones be bygones regarding the matter of helping them conceal their identities... for now, but just to be on the safe side..."
Mo Chen changed the subject, looked at Qian Ming and Shun Jue, and said solemnly, "If you sincerely want to join Courtyard No. 5905, then please, under the witness of the world consciousness, swear a blood oath of allegiance to me and this war courtyard."
The so-called blood pact is an ancient contract that exists only within the death faction and can only be initiated by zombie spirits.
It does not rely on the elegance of language, nor is it bound by paper and pen. Instead, under the witness of world consciousness, it forges an unbreakable pact with others through the blood flowing within its own body.
Once a blood pact is established, it means that the person who made the blood oath has no way to back down.
If one disobeys, one will suffer the torment of being burned alive until the body is completely reduced to ashes, and even the soul will be unable to reach the other shore to find peace.
Qianming and Shunjue were taken aback at first, then looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.
Without hesitation, they stood up simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized, displaying the crispness and solemnity characteristic of soldiers.
"We are willing."
The two spoke in deep voices, their words, though soft, were firm and resonant.
Under the joint witness of Mo Chen, Simmons, the four plant spirit warriors, and the world consciousness, Qian Ming and Shun Jue drew their sharp daggers and slashed their wrists.
Dark blood dripped from the wound, automatically forming a brain-shaped pattern on the ground.
"With blood as my bond and my body as my oath, I swear to join Courtyard No. 5905, and to serve the owner, Mo Chen, to the death, and never betray him."
As the two uttered their vows, the pattern drawn on the ground with blood spontaneously combusted, transforming into two clusters of black and red flames.
About a minute later, the flames went out without leaving any trace, as if the blood used as the medium for combustion had been absorbed into the world along with the oath.
Qianming and Shunjue quickly circulated their zombie spiritual power to repair the wounds on their wrists.
Their slightly pale complexions recovered somewhat. The two put away their daggers, stood still, and looked at the person they had sworn allegiance to.
Mo Chen stared at the ground that had burned and vanished without a trace, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in his eyes.
With the blood pact established, the shackles of the world's consciousness have been placed upon Qianming and Shunjue.
From that moment on, their lives were bound to each other.
"Welcome to courtyard number 5905, the three of you."
Mo Chen's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, revealing a gentle smile.
"Thank you very much, homeowner."
Qianming and Shunjue responded in unison, their tone filled with a sense of relief and sincerity after being relieved of their burdens.
Simmons also breathed a sigh of relief, his clenched fist instantly relaxing.
He stood up and patted his two companions on the shoulders with his calloused hands.
"I heard that you provided a large amount of usable weaponry free of charge when escorting the convoy back to the War Courtyard?"
Suddenly remembering something, Mo Chen asked with interest.
Qianming nodded: "Instead of letting those weapons sit idle in Simmons' dimensional necklace, we should use them in a suitable place."
Shunjue shrugged: "Since we've chosen to join the courtyard, we should naturally make the most of our value."
Simmons added, "It's our honor to be able to help everyone in the courtyard."
Seeing the trio eager to show their loyalty, Mo Chen felt completely relieved.
"No problem. The courtyard will reimburse you for any munitions consumed during the journey. In addition, if you are willing to sell the remaining munitions, the courtyard will buy them all at market price."
Upon hearing this, surprise was evident in the eyes of all three, which quickly turned into deep gratitude.
They thought providing weapons was a pledge of loyalty, but to their surprise, the homeowner was not only willing to make up for the deficit, but also planned to buy the remaining weapons.
Mo Chen's magnanimity and breadth of mind far exceeded the three people's expectations.
Simmons' face was full of astonishment, and he couldn't help but wave his hand and say, "Master, you are too... too generous."
"There's no need to refuse. You've created value for the courtyard and deserve a corresponding reward."
Mo Chen chuckled and said, "Besides, I don't want my subordinates to feel that following me, Mo Chen, means suffering and losing their life savings."
Qianming and Shunjue understood that Mochen's actions were not only to win people's hearts, but also to convey a concept to them—in Courtyard No. 5905, the homeowner would never mistreat anyone who contributed to the courtyard.
"Since the homeowner is so generous, we will respectfully accept his offer."
Since Simmons had already said so, Qianming and Shunjue naturally had no reason to object.
"We will compile a list of the remaining weapons and hand them over to the Court for disposal. As for those that have already been used up, there is no need to mention them again. Consider it our small contribution to the Court."
Mo Chen nodded slightly, not dwelling on the matter any further.
By choosing to accept Qianming and Shunjue, the two zombie spirits, Courtyard 5905 has taken a huge step forward.
However, it is not easy to get everyone to completely get rid of all stereotypes about their former enemies in a short period of time.
"During this time, if you need to go out, Qianming and Shunjue should continue as usual and avoid revealing your true race to others. Give me some time, and I will make the plant warriors and courtyard residents accept your existence."
Mo Chen's actions were both to protect the two from unnecessary trouble and to buy them time to integrate into the courtyard community.
He knew very well that many people would harbor resentment towards allowing the zombie spirits to join the courtyard.
The two camps of life and death have been fighting for many years, and such deep-rooted antagonism cannot be dispelled by a mere blood pact.
Compared to those courtyards that were led and enlightened by the World Communist Party, Courtyard No. 5905 is somewhat lacking in this respect.
Thinking of a homeowner far away in the outer ring, Mo Chen couldn't help but sigh, "Faith is truly a wondrous thing, enabling plant spirits and zombie spirits to fight side by side under the same banner."