Chapter 304: Rule Demon Seed, Grant You Destruction

Chapter 304: Rule Demon Seed, Grant You Destruction

Chapter 304: Rule Demon Seed, Grant You Destruction (asking for monthly ticket)
Under the guided replay, the scene of the Tianyuan realm node replayed in Qi Sheng's eyes.

It's like a movie played in reverse.

The scene goes back to before the birth of the regular troops, and the evil spirit of Earth Nian received the message sent by Gui Ya.

It was learned that it destroyed a tribe in a plundering war, and then a teleportation array was discovered underground in the city where this tribe lived.

There is a small world connected inside.

This ethnic group seemed to be planning something, but before the plan could be officially implemented, they were wiped out by the black tide of evil led by Guiya.

And the small world that this ethnic group pays attention to also seems a little unusual.

Out of curiosity, the evil spirit of Earth Mind used consciousness projection to follow Gui Ya to the teleportation array connecting the small world to conduct an investigation.

Seeing this, Qi Sheng’s consciousness also followed the replay footage through the teleportation array channel and descended into the small world.

As soon as he entered the small world, Qi Sheng made a surprising discovery.

The intensity of this world is not high, but it is a world with a completely different time flow rate from the mainstream world, and even the void.

What's even more strange is that the entire world is designed as an invisible formation.

It is somewhat similar to the behavior of the Lingxi people refining the world before fleeing to the monster world, but there are many differences.

He could feel that there were rules hidden in this world.

……

Demon world, the eighth era.

A Luo curled up in the darkest corner of the dungeon, nibbling on moldy food.

The hard straw pierced mercilessly into his festering wounds, and his flesh and skin stuck to the straw stems to form scabs. Every slight movement brought excruciating pain.

The damp, musty smell mixed with the stench of rotting flesh almost suffocated him.

On the chain above his head hung half an arm.

Maggots were wriggling densely. It was the blacksmith who had been executed three days ago.

He just wanted to make a sickle to exchange for some food to save his sick mother, but he was arrested by the city guards for "privately forging weapons."

He died here after being tortured to death.

Witnessing all this, A Luo felt only fear in his heart.

Although he was only convicted of theft, it was reason enough to sentence him to death.

As my thoughts were churning, the feeling of hunger, coupled with a strong sense of sleepiness, swept over me at this moment.

In a trance, he seemed to see his sister Arou squatting in front of the house, writing crooked words on the sand with a branch, and the sunlight sprinkled on the tips of her hair, giving her a warm halo.

His sister is the only warmth he has left in this cold world.

At this moment, the sound of whipping and screaming coming from next door again shattered the memories in his mind and stung his nerves again and again like a nightmare.

He buried his face deep into his knees, his nails almost digging into the flesh of his palms.

"Brother, I'll just take a small packet. Granny Chen has been coughing up blood for three days. It will be too late if she doesn't get treatment."

The image of Arou's red, frozen little hands tugging at the corner of his patched clothes appeared in his mind.

Arou's theft could not escape the pursuit of the city guards, and he eventually chose to replace his sister and was imprisoned in this dark dungeon.

There is no way of knowing when he will be released.

Maybe... I will stay here for the rest of my life, until I rot and die.

"Number three hundred and twenty-seven."

Just then, the rusty iron door was kicked open, and Luo curled up reflexively.

The lantern in the guard's hand illuminated A Luo's face, which was as thin as a ghost.

"The execution ground is in need of a body collector. You're lucky. Come with me."

A Luo stood up with difficulty, and his hunched back made a sound as he could not bear the weight.

The guard impatiently poked his shoulder blade with an iron rod. He stumbled and hit the wet stone wall, but still stood up straight despite the pain and followed behind him amid the guard's scolding.

Walking out of the prison and through the dark corridor.

The moonlight slanted down from the window.

A Luo saw his own shadow reflected on the wall. The rugged outline looked like a skeleton covered with human skin.

The guard's lantern shone across the torture chamber, revealing bodies being hung one after another, with cries of pain rising one after another.

"Don't look down on those losers. As long as you work hard, this place will have nothing to do with you." The guard grinned.

A Luo said nothing and followed the guard toward a corridor that sloped downward.

Arriving at the second underground floor, he followed the guards to the utility room to obtain tools, and then carried a wooden barrel full of water to the execution ground.

The guard pushed open the heavy iron door, which made a sharp sound as it rolled on its hinges.

The execution platform in the room was oval in shape, and the floor was paved with bluestone bricks soaked in blood. There was a drain in the central depression, and the edges were covered with black and red blood stains.

"Every stain of blood must be wiped up, every scrap of meat must be picked up, understand?"

A Luo nodded silently, walked up to the execution ground, knelt down, took out a bristle brush from the bucket and started to work.

The water flowed along the cracks between the bricks, carrying away the tiny bone fragments. He repeated the action mechanically, and the bristles left fan-shaped water marks on the ground.

"Hurry up, there are three more rooms in the west area waiting to be cleaned up. After cleaning them up, throw all the remains into the magic cave."

Hearing the word "devil's cave", A'luo's body trembled.

He had heard of this place before.

It is said that it is the alchemy pool of the Lord of Black Rock City, and all lives thrown into it will be refined.

In order to obtain more life energy, the priests and guards under the city lord arrested the residents in the city for various reasons, executed them and threw them into the magic cave for refining.

This is also the final destination of all prisoners.

But at least now, he still has value in living.

A Luo worked even harder.

He didn't want to die here, and wanted to go out and reunite with Arou. As long as there was a glimmer of hope to survive, he would never give up.

……

In the days that followed, A Luo became a cleaner in the prison.

During this period, I witnessed many shocking scenes.

Prisoners were executed for all kinds of ridiculous reasons, their lives were treated like garbage, and their final value was to be thrown into the deep pit of the devil's cave to be refined.

The guards had already gone so crazy that they even took pleasure in it, betting on how long the next prisoner could last.

Every day like this made A Luo terrified.

He endured inhuman torture in prison.

Despite his silence, there was still a flame burning in A Luo's heart.

Besides fear, the only hope that kept him going was his sister Arou who was alone outside.

He suppressed all the grievances and pains deep in his heart and continued to play the role of a numb tool puppet in the dungeon.

Three months later, A Luo heard the news.

A drunk guard told him in a joking tone that if a diligent prisoner like him could behave better, he might have a chance to be "pardoned" and do hard labor in the mines.

The guard emphasized:

"The city lord is merciful and will always give sinners a glimmer of hope."

This news penetrated into A Luo's numb heart like poison, giving him a little more hope for the future.

If I become a miner, at least I have a chance to survive and can go home to visit my sister occasionally. It is better than dying here.

He began to work harder, looking forward to the city lord's "mercy".

One day half a year later.

A Luo continued to numbly scrub the never-dried bloodstains on the blue bricks of the execution ground.

The stench in the air had long since blended into his breath, and every inhalation felt like he was chewing death.

The glimmer of hope for "amnesty" that the drunken guard revealed was like a ray of hope swaying in the darkness.

Although weak, it gripped his dying heart tightly.

He brushed very hard, and the bristles of the brush made a harsh sound as they scraped against the cracks in the bricks, as if this could brush away his "sins" and create a slim path to the mine, to Arou's side.

"Hurry up, there are other execution grounds to clean up." The guard's scolding was accompanied by the dull pain of the iron rod poking at his back.

A Luo nodded vigorously and quickened his movements.

To stay alive, for Arou, as long as he could escape from this dark dungeon, even if it meant going to the mining area... this was his only thought at the moment.

At this moment, the heavy iron door of the torture chamber was roughly pushed open again.

There was the familiar sound of dragging chains and the rough shoving of guards.

Out of habit, A Luo lowered his head and curled up his body, wanting only to blend into the shadows.

He didn't want to see, nor did he dare to see, who would be sent to hell next.

The suffering of others cannot bring him happiness, but only makes him feel anxious.

at this time.

A weak, childish, crying voice, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness, instantly split open all his numbness and disguise:
"My lord...please."

The familiar voice was amplified in A Luo's ears, and a familiar young and beautiful figure instantly appeared in his mind.

All the blood in the body seemed to be frozen in an instant, and then rushed back to the top of the head madly in the next second.

He raised his head so violently that his neck almost broke.

Under the dim light of the lantern, the thin and frail figure, who was being carried by the tall guard like a chicken, had tear marks on his face.

This is exactly the sister he thinks about day and night and wants to do everything to protect: Arou.

"Arou!"

A desperate roar burst out from the depths of Arlo's throat.

Like a trapped beast that had completely lost its mind, he threw away the blood-stained brush and, using all his strength, desperately pounced on the small figure.

Fear and the hope of amnesty were all thrown out of the window.

boom!
The heavy iron rod hit his shin accurately and fiercely with a sound that made the air tear.

The crisp sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, and the severe pain made him lose his balance instantly, and he fell heavily to the cold bluestone floor.

He could not feel the severe pain in his legs, but just used his hands to hold on to the bloody ground.

His nails scraped against the hard bricks and stones, and he dragged his broken body desperately trying to crawl forward, his face and arms covered in blood and mud.

"Let go of Arou, come to me, let her go!" He roared at the top of his lungs, tears mixed with the filth on his face washing down, but his eyes were fixed on the thin and weak figure.

This is his only light in this hell and the whole meaning of his life. He will never allow Arou to get hurt.

Arou also saw him.

In those big eyes that were once clear and warm, there was now only extreme fear and helplessness.

"Wow...A'Luo...I'm so scared." Seeing A'Luo's miserable appearance, the sister's tears flowed like a dam bursting, unable to stop.

At this moment, the priest in a pitch-black robe walked to the center of the execution platform at a leisurely pace.

His eyes were empty and cold. When he glanced at A Luo, who was struggling and crawling on the ground like a maggot, there was no ripple in his eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of dirty garbage.

His voice was not loud, but it drowned out all the noise at the scene:
"quiet!"

The voice echoed in the bloody execution ground:
"When the city lord's motorcade passed by, this woman showed no respect at all. This is a blasphemy against the city lord's honor and an unforgivable crime. She deserves death..."

The priest ignored A Luo's heart-wrenching pleas and cast his cold eyes on the terrified A Rou, as if he was examining a defective product that was about to be destroyed.

Then he turned his head and nodded slightly to the expressionless executioner who had been waiting beside him:
"Let's do it."

"No, please, I beg you, I can do anything, just don't kill my sister!"

A Luo's roar turned into a desperate wail, but he was powerless to change anything.

With bloodshot eyes, he watched helplessly as Arou was pinned to the execution platform by the guards, and the executioner raised a huge crescent-shaped machete.

"For the glory and purity of Black Rock City." The priest's voice coldly pronounced the final result.

The knife flashed and fell.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

A Luo saw the despair and confusion in A Rou's eyes.

Finally, the light in his eyes faded.

The tiny head separated from the body and rolled to the ground, covered in dust and blood.

It rolled several times and finally stopped in front of A Luo's fingers that were stretched forward desperately.

The empty eyes, facing him, solidified the confusion and fear of the last moment of life, as if asking him:

"Brother... why?"

The hope that he thought was within reach suddenly collapsed in A Luo's inner world.

The guard's grin, the priest's verdict, his own heartbeat... everything disappeared.

All that was left before him were Ah Rou's lifeless eyes, staring at him intently.

The boiling blood in the body seemed to be drained away in an instant, and was replaced by a biting coldness that filled every limb.

He stopped crawling and roaring, and froze in place, like a clay puppet whose soul had been instantly sucked out, his empty eyes staring straight at his sister's head.

The priest slowly walked up to the completely stiff A Luo and looked down at him condescendingly.

An extremely hypocritical smile of "pity" appeared on that pale face.

"Poor, pathetic worm."

The priest's voice was like the hissing of a poisonous snake, penetrating into A Luo's dead consciousness:
"This is the price of being a blasphemer. The fact that you can continue to live is all due to the mercy of the city lord."

The priest leaned forward and lowered his voice to a mocking tone:

"Descendant of a sinner, I know it was your sister who stole the pill. The value of that pill far exceeds your worthless life."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and returned to his cold attitude:
"By the way, you have always been very diligent, so you should send your sister off yourself. Send her and the rest of your garbage to where they belong. This is their last value."

After the priest finished speaking, he no longer looked at A Luo.

As if he had dealt with a trivial matter, he turned and left.

The guard walked forward with a grim smile and roughly threw a rattan basket that exuded a strong bloody and rotten stench next to A Luo:
"Waste, did you hear what the priest said? Take your sister and these." He pointed with his iron rod at the pile of limbs and arms left over from previous executions in the corner of the execution ground:
"Put everything in and send it to the demon cave. Hurry!"

A Luo's body moved, and he moved towards A Rou's remains with difficulty.

He stretched out his trembling hands, struggled to pick up the thin body that was still warm, and carefully placed it in the wicker basket.

Then he moved towards the head little by little.

Like holding a fragile treasure, he carefully placed it in the rattan basket. Then, like a puppet with a set program, he began to mechanically execute orders as usual.

Dragging a broken leg, he crawled with difficulty to the corner of the execution ground, picked up the scattered limbs and arms one by one, and threw them into the huge rattan basket.

The guards urged and cursed him impatiently, and the iron rods fell on him from time to time, but he had no reaction and just repeated the actions numbly.

The rattan basket was filled.

The cold limbs mixed with Arou's tiny remains were piled together.

The guard threw a rough hemp rope in front of him:
"Put it on your back and drag it to the entrance of the devil's cave. Don't try to be lazy."

A Luo silently put the hemp rope around his shoulders and tightened it into his festering flesh.

He hunched his back and used all his remaining strength to drag the extremely heavy wicker basket.

With every step he took, his broken leg felt a piercing pain, and the rope on his shoulders seemed to be breaking his bones.

The rattan basket dragged on the ground, making a rough friction sound, and the dark red sticky liquid seeped out from the bottom of the basket, leaving a bloody trail leading to hell behind him.

Passing through the downward sloping passage, the hot air mixed with the smell of blood, burnt food, and medicine.

The smell of death is getting stronger and stronger.

At the end of the passage is a huge, deep, dark red cave.

This is the entrance to the devil's cave.

The guard pointed at the bottomless hole:

"Here we are, rubbish! Push the basket down."

A Luo stood at the edge of the cave, the hot air blowing his tattered clothes and withered hair.

He lowered his head and took one last look at his sister in the wicker basket. There was no sadness, anger, fear or other emotions in his eyes.

There is only dead silence.

Untie the rope from your shoulders.

He used the last bit of his strength to push the wicker basket that carried his only concern in the world, as well as all the darkness and despair in the world.

The wicker basket tilted, rolled, and fell into the abyss that swallowed all life.

Arou's tiny remains mixed with other cold limbs, quickly shrinking and blurring in the dark red light, and finally disappearing into the depths of the seething molten blood and flesh, becoming nutrients for the city lord to gain strength.

A Luo stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the place where his sister had completely disappeared.

The scorching wind licked his exposed skin like the tongue of hell.

The roar of the roiling magma below was like the silent howling of countless wronged souls.

The last bit of warmth in his heart, along with the whole meaning of his life, had been pushed into this abyss of no return by his own hands.

The inner world became dead silent.

The roar of the furnace in the demon cave and the sound of the beating heart became inaudible.

The guard behind him laughed impatiently:
"What are you still looking at? If you can't bear to leave, why don't you go down and accompany her?"

A Luo did not answer, but looked at the guard with eyes without any emotion.

with her?

These two words, like a cold stone, were thrown into the already frozen lake of his heart, but they did not stir up any ripples, only leaving behind a cold echo.

Yes.

I should go with Arou.

In this dirty and twisted world, this evil place that feeds on the devouring of innocent people, what is there worth lingering on?

The thought of liberation quietly emerged in my heart.

Death is no longer the end of fear, but the only way to end this endless pain.

Perhaps the other side that the priest mentioned might exist will be the place where he and Arou will reunite.

At this moment, he leaped forward and threw himself resolutely into the boiling mouth of hell.

The moment the feeling of weightlessness came, a scorching air current carrying a sickening sweet and fishy smell hit his face. A Luo's empty eyes reflected the boiling magma below that was getting closer and closer.

It seemed as if I could see countless twisted and screaming faces tumbling in the flames.

There was the blacksmith, the screaming prisoners next door, and countless poor people whose names could not be remembered...including Arou.

Next, his body, which has been completely hollowed out by despair, will also be integrated into it.

The pain brought by the burning awakened the last bit of something in the depths of his consciousness, which was no longer love or hope, but the raging rage that had been suppressed to the extreme.

Unfair rules, hypocritical theocracy, the tyrannical rule of the city lord, cruel and insensitive accomplices... and this cannibalistic world itself built on lies and oppression.

There were no more worries in my heart, and the suppressed anger erupted like a volcano.

Although he was furious, he knew that he was insignificant and powerless and could not change anything.

But helplessness brought him even more violent anger, making him want only to seek relief in destruction:

"Just like this... and all this... turn to ashes."

The wind whistled in my ears and the smell of death filled my mouth and nose.

Pain consumes the body and anger torments the mind.

At the moment when his life was about to end, Luo suddenly felt that time seemed to have stopped.

He felt his body and consciousness trembling, and the sticky black color like ink obscured his vision and seeped into his mind and surged.

While he was half conscious, he suddenly heard his heartbeat.

This sound was not my own, it was like the roar of an ancient giant beast rolling over the earth's crust.

Consciousness then fell into chaos.

In an instant, a huge black tower suddenly pierced through my mind.

The spire pierced into the blood-red sky, the tower body was wrapped in swirling black fog, and every brick and stone on it was engraved with curse patterns.

Then, a blood-red waning moon rose from behind the tower, hanging high in the sky, emitting endless red light.

Below the blood moon, on the platform at the top of the tower, he saw an existence beyond his cognition.

It had no definite shape, only an outline condensed in the black mist. Two dark red pupils burning with hellish fire crossed the barrier of space and looked towards him.

To be more precise, this is not about looking, but about crushing.

Just the gaze made him feel a tingling sensation on the level of consciousness.

The eyes in the black fog gradually brightened, like two dark red suns burning in the darkness.

Under the gaze of these eyes, A Luo felt as small as dust.

Just a glance caused his remaining consciousness to tremble uncontrollably, as if he had encountered the most ferocious beast in the world.

The extremely evil aura was like an invisible tsunami, fiercely impacting his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, an evil hoarse voice sounded in my ears:

"Little guy, I heard your despair, hatred, and desire."

As he spoke, the evil silhouette of a demon hanging on the high tower suddenly became brighter.

The flames in his eyes turned into a mirror, clearly reflecting all the darkest moments in A Luo's memory.

Arou's desperate eyes, the evil of the priest, the brutality of the guards, the countless distorted faces in the lava... and the rage that was still rising in his heart.

"You want the power to burn the world to ashes and destroy everything. I can give it to you, but after you accomplish your goal, your body, your soul, and every trace of your existence...will belong to me."

"So, are you...willing?"

A hideous smile appeared on the demon's blurry face.

To A Luo, the question from this voice sounded like the final salvation shown by God to the drowned... even if it was a demon.

At this time, A Luo's consciousness had already been filled with extreme pain and anger.

All the expectations and struggles in my heart were crushed to dust the moment Arou died.

The only thing left in his mind was the all-consuming rage of revenge.

Under the gaze of the abyss eyes, the remaining consciousness of A Luo gathered the most frantic desire, like a dying person's last desperate leap, rushing towards the abyss that might bring eternal damnation:
"I am willing, I am willing, take everything I have, give me the power!"

"Burn it all!"

Arlo roared and repeated "yes".

"Deal, have fun in the rest of the game...Demon Seed."

The demon figure on the platform of the tower nodded slightly, seeming to be very satisfied with his answer.

Deal, hammer down.

A huge evil eye appeared behind the demon god, and the flames in the dark red eye surged, as if to ignite his consciousness space.

The ultimate evil force ignored the barriers of space, instantly penetrated A Luo's consciousness, and was deeply imprinted in the deepest part of his sea of ​​​​consciousness.

The Black Tide transformation begins at this moment.

A Luo's body was shrouded in black mist that tore through space. His skin quickly carbonized and peeled off. Black flames replaced blood flowing in his body, and new black skin covered his entire body.

The arm then disintegrated, and the dark bones twisted and grew like a living thing, eventually forming two demon claws covered with dark red scales and burning with phantom flames.

The body is undergoing the most drastic remodeling.

The moment his eyeballs exploded, two balls of dark red flames rose from his eye sockets, burning fiercely and burning his optic nerves.

In extreme pain, A'luo, who was hovering above the magma, burst into crazy laughter.

When the pain reaches its peak... the violent power gradually subsides.

A Luo was reborn in the flames of the devil's cave, or in other words, the container of destruction carrying A Luo's last obsession was born.

He suddenly raised his head, and his evil eyes, burning with black demonic flames, looked towards the tiny exit above the furnace in the demon cave.

The contract with the demon god has been reached.

Next, comes the execution of this corrupt world.

The next moment, A Luo moved.

His body floated in the air, and he stepped hard towards the hell of melting flesh and blood below.

boom!
The black fog spread in a circle with the right leg as the center, and the entire demon cave furnace was instantly covered with spider-web-like black cracks.

The terrifying force caused the entire demon cave to explode in shock.

Above the city, all living beings heard a muffled sound coming from deep underground.

Then, the ground above the dungeon suddenly rose up.

The rock-paved square cracked like a fragile eggshell, and a black-red pillar of fire with a diameter of more than 100 meters burst out from the ground.

As the earth shook, the entire underground structure of Black Rock City suffered a devastating blow at this moment.

Countless buildings collapsed in the violent shaking, and screams and cries instantly tore through the city-state's false tranquility.

At the top of the pillar of fire, a figure slowly stretched out his body and landed on the throne made of lava and black smoke.

Liquid darkness was flowing in every inch of the newborn demon's body. The sticky black slurry kept flashing on the surface of the body, forming a flowing armor.

At this time, A Luo has completely turned into a demon. Under the black armor mask, his burning eyes reveal madness and evil.

All the city residents who were lucky enough to survive the earthquake just now, whether they were the lower-class people or the arrogant city guards, felt as if their throats were strangled.

They stared up blankly at the dark red figure in the sky that exuded endless evil and destruction, fear in their eyes.

"Enemy...enemy attack!"

"All city defense teams, take off immediately!"

After a brief silence, a hysterical roar rang out.

The shrill and piercing alarm sounded throughout the city.

Rays of light shot out from the garrison towers and various barracks.

Countless city defense soldiers wearing standard rune armor and holding energy spears or staffs, led by the priests, surrounded A Luo from all directions like a swarm of startled bees.

But the light of the protective magic circle on their bodies could not dispel the darkness released from A Luo.

Facing the encirclement and suppression of this group of ants, the incarnation of destruction hovering in the air didn't even turn its head.

He slowly raised his right hand, which was like a devil's claw.

In an instant.

The black tide of devilish flames, as thick as ink and surging endlessly, seemed to be endowed with life.

It gushed out wildly from every inch of the armor on his body.

The black fog spread with him as the center. Countless hideous, twisted evil spirits composed of pure dark energy scrambled to materialize in the black fog.

Skeleton knights with black flames burning all over their bodies, scourge soldiers as big as hills, wronged souls made of shadows, blood balls spreading plague... every evil creature exudes an evil aura that is enough to freeze the soul.

Their numbers instantly surpassed the attacking city defense guards.

In the swirling black fog, the evil spirits were like a group of hungry sharks that smelled blood. Under the silent drive of A Luo's cold will, they turned into a wave of destruction that swept across the sky.

With the purest malice and an all-consuming hunger, he slapped the horrified-looking city defense soldiers.

"Blasphemer, in the name of the city lord..." The leading priest raised his jewel-studded staff and shouted angrily.

But before he could finish his words, two bony arms suddenly appeared on both sides of him and twisted his left and right arms like twisting a rope.

Before he could even scream, a huge evil mouth covered with sharp teeth bit his two legs from below, exerting force so hard that blood splattered.

The next second, thick black fog swept over and enveloped the priest, transforming into black maggots that frantically drilled into his nostrils, ear canals, and corners of his eyes, wriggling in earthworm-like tracks under his skin.

Screams burst out of the priest's throat uncontrollably.

At this moment, A Luo, who was hanging high in the sky, disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was in front of the priest, and the devil's hand covered with black scales now had a beating heart.

The black mist emanating from his body corroded the surface of his heart, making a sizzling sound and the smell of decay filled the air.

But the priest did not die. He was kept alive by the energy released by A Luo, forcing him to watch how his internal organs were eaten by the evil spirit.

Looking at the priest struggling in pain, A Luo felt no wavering in his heart.

I just felt like something was constantly pouring into my body during the process of revenge.

……

At this time, a figure in gorgeous robes in the City Lord's Mansion was reaching out to pick up a life pill extracted from a large amount of living blood energy from the food box and was about to put it into his mouth.

But after hearing the loud noise, he put down the life pill, hurried to the window, and looked up at the sky with a puzzled look.

The sky reflected in my eyes was like a curtain gradually closing at the end of a stage play, being quickly devoured by darkness.

Evil creatures that cover the sky and the sun are wreaking havoc over the city.

The rune armor on the city guards glowed in the darkness, like fireflies in a storm, and was swallowed up by the darkness in the blink of an eye.
The city lord's pupils contracted violently and his expression became terrified.

There was only one thought in my mind: run, run quickly!
(End of this chapter)