Chapter 817 - 173: True and False
Although the King of Corpse Eaters was resurrected once more, his Spiritual Power was clearly much weaker, in a state of certain weakness, and no longer enough to engage him in direct battle.
The control of the City of Decay became crucial.
"You will regret it!"
The King of Corpse Eaters shouted, a tiny figure standing on the square at the city center, its wrinkled skin looking as if it had been burned, appearing extremely dreadful.
"So what." Su Changxing repeated his previous words, raised the gun barrel, pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced through the little person’s body once more, completely destroying it.
But this was not the true body of the King of Corpse Eaters.
He seemed to have already merged with the entire City of Decay; to kill him, one must either destroy the entire City of Decay or seize control of the city.
Though holding the Book of the Dead, escaping the control of the City of Decay was no simple matter.
From the gaps between the stone bricks on the ground, a massive amount of blood spread, more and more, and in a few seconds, like waves of blood rushing toward him, carrying a swarm of Undead, zombies, skeletons, Ghouls, bound spirits...
Su Changxing was submerged by the wave of blood, his body disappearing within.
Meanwhile.
The entire dark city became increasingly bright, with more and more green phosphorescence spreading everywhere, turning the city walls into ruins, the skeletons into piles of broken bones, and the zombies into blood water.
Destruction is always simpler than control.
Su Changxing had somehow come to the front gates of the City of Decay, holding a silver revolver in his hand, his eyes pitch black, only to burst forth with a startling white light.
A barrage of thousands of bullets, thousands of attacks, like countless silver-white stars, streaking across this dark world.
The gunfire united seamlessly, blurring the original sound and forming a beautiful symphony.
Everything seemed to slow down, yet remained swift; the speed was that of the City of Decay’s destruction, filled with the sound of ghostly wails and wolfish cries, extending a sense of desolation.
Su Changxing decided to forcibly breach the entire City of Decay with terrifying Power, and then seize control.
This was a simpler and more efficient method.
...
The sun was shining, the wind was gentle, everything was quiet, people bustling on the street, and people in the morning always seemed a bit bewildered.
Next came a sudden tremor in the earth as if half of it were collapsing, with distant soaring city walls crumbling bit by bit.
Someone shouted towards the direction outside the city: "That Demon is here again, run and hide!"
"All Soldiers, fully armed, prepare to engage."
With the sudden terror attack, the entire city plunged into chaos, with things resembling artillery shells bombarding the city repeatedly, causing a chain collapse of buildings.
Some people on the street turned into monsters, launching attacks on those around them, knocking them to the ground, gnawing their bodies, and chewing their bones while gradually skinning them.
Children were scared senseless, squatting in corners, continuously crying and sobbing, their eyes full of Terror, when suddenly the building behind toppled over, burying them in ruins.
Outside the city, it seemed someone was speaking loudly, but what was being said was unclear, with more and more Demons wandering within the city.
The central square of the city housed a vast fountain, worshiped daily by the people, a sacred spring and spiritual guide of the city.
At this moment.
A large crowd was preparing to worship on the square, and a shadow appeared in the sky, immediately enveloping them.
With a violent impact, a massive red Demon descended from the heavens, crushing many bodies.
The Demon roared, emitting a deafening sound as people around fled, and Terror spread in the air.
The Demon’s appearance was bizarre, with eight heads, twenty to thirty arms, each holding absurdly shaped weapons, constantly attacking those surrounding it.
The Soldiers in the city gathered in batches, trying to block the Demon, only to be dispersed in waves, starting to flee in panic.
No one knew where this Demon came from, nor why it attacked the city; everything happened suddenly.
This was not the first time this Demon had attacked the city; this time it was more ferocious, seemingly trying to utterly obliterate the city.
The situation worsened, with many people affected by this Demon also turning into monsters, attacking those around, and the army gradually collapsing.
...
This world is bizarre and twisted.
Su Changxing always felt uncomfortable here, saying it was the Undead’s world, yet these Undead built cities like humans, even the lowest level of Undead seemed to possess some degree of intelligence.
Originally, he thought such low-level Undead had no wisdom, only acting on instinct for chaotic slaughter and devouring, resorting to intellect only when they became powerful to a certain extent.
As he continually wreaked havoc upon the City of Decay, waves of wailing echoed from within.
A sorrowful sound.
Such a feeling was familiar, commonplace in the Doomsday World, the taste of despair, the sound of despair, the incident of despair.
At this moment, he felt less like he was clearing Undead and more like he was massacring live creatures.
A very peculiar feeling.
He had always trusted his intuition since it had never failed him; it seemed like a special Ability belonging to him personally.
Not everyone’s intuition is accurate; most people’s intuition gets skewed by collective bias, resulting in errors, even leading backwards.
Thus, sensitive people often make more mistaken judgments.
The light, graceful symphony paused, and the silver brilliance flickered out.
"Are you sure you want to kill me?"
The King of Corpse Eaters hung suspended in the city center, clutched by numerous varying lengths of arms, rendering him immobile, his eyes covered, only a moving mouth visible.
Su Changxing stood in front of him with a scythe over his shoulder, silent for a long time, sensing everything about the city was awry but unable to pinpoint the anomaly.
The next moment.
He raised the scythe sharply and swung, piercing through the King of Corpse Eaters’ body; the blade easily severing his decayed flesh.
This would be the final kill; the King of Corpse Eaters had lost control of the City of Decay, unlikely to resurrect, his soul and body would be wholly consumed by the scythe bit by bit.
With the King of Corpse Eaters’ demise, all surrounding environments transformed, the city walls no longer composed of live corpses, reduced to ruins, stacked with rotted corpses, brownish-black in hue.
Corpses of unknown years, preserved through some unique means.
At the center square of the city lay a massive fountain, murky and fetid black, afloat with numerous bodies.
The so-called City of Decay, seemingly was not merely a city constructed by the Undead but originally a city belonging to live creatures.
"This world probably originally had human existence."
With a scythe in one hand, Su Changxing walked down the city’s streets, where the originally restless Undead completely quieted down.
Due to the King of Corpse Eaters’ death, he fully took over control of the city, binding the city’s Undead, prohibiting them from leaving easily, forcing them to stay as if living like humans.
Possibly in some Undead’s self-awareness, they still perceived themselves as humans, day after day living here.
Within the Undead, there is an obvious hierarchical system, with Upper Rank Undead exerting absolute dominance over Lower Rank Undead, able even to completely control them.
Thinking this, he halted his footsteps, witnessing a gruesome scene, countless people perished on the city’s streets, blood everywhere, cries covering the land.
"What is this?"
Seeing this scene meant it wasn’t an illusion, appearing as if genuinely happening somewhere, with a city structure eerily mirroring the City of Decay, including the central square with clear spring water.
"Why has such an incident occurred? Did I cause this?"
Su Changxing stood to the left of the square’s street, deep in contemplation, unable to comprehend why such circumstances appeared.
Walking a few more steps forward, he saw a person wailing and holding a body on the ground as if someone familiar had died.
Upon closer inspection, what he saw was not a person but a dazed skeleton squatting on the ground.