I Am Your Natural Enemy

There are immense differences between zombies.

When the grade is too high, it’s overwhelming.

Do you really think corpse poison can’t kill zombies?"

The nail on the middle finger of his left hand, even if not purely corpse poison, comes from a Great Zombie, a Flying Zombie-level Great Zombie.

When low-grade zombies are infected by this corpse poison and the grade difference is too vast, this poison serves to devour all its power, aiding its growth.

It forcibly changes the growth direction of the other party while draining all its potential.

Unless you can advance to Flying Zombie in one breath, or specialize in corpse poison like Deformed Corpse, otherwise the only result is being drained dry.

And even the Big Executor can’t possibly advance to Flying Zombie in just a dozen seconds.

Here, a fellow turned into a mummy, directly shattering into powder, but none of the guests around gave even a glance and continued playing music and dancing.

After waiting for two minutes, a waiter came over and sat across from Wen Yan.

He sized up Wen Yan, the arrogance in his eyes vanished, replaced by a more solemn look.

"Don’t look at me like this. I’m telling you the truth, you don’t believe me, is it my fault?

I actually want to chat with you first."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"First, let me ask you a question, do you have horns?"

"Huh?" The other party was startled, completely not understanding what Wen Yan meant by this?

"Seriously, do you have horns?"

"No."

Wen Yan immediately looked disappointed and leaned back in his chair.

If there were horns, he would kill the other party and take a horn back to give to Gauss.

Aside from borrowing money, Gauss rarely asked him to bring something, if available, Wen Yan naturally wouldn’t refuse.

"Well, if not, tell me what’s happening here?"

The waiter furrowed his brow, feeling danger from that glass of wine earlier.

When Wen Yan asked about the horns, he had felt rare fear, as if he were a sheep waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse, and a wrong answer would lead to murder.

But when he said no horns, that killing intent instantly dissipated, Wen Yan seemed uninterested in him.

The waiter was unsure, he couldn’t precisely grasp what was going on with Wen Yan.

"Stop staring, I have other things to do, and I don’t want to waste much time here.

Theoretically, someone like you only summoned onto this ship recently.

Before I figure out who you truly are, all it can be now is you have trespassed into the Divine Land Sea Area.

I’m not the kind who enjoys fighting and killing.

I will understand the situation and then expel you from the Divine Land Central Region, the rest is none of my business.

Have I made myself clear enough?

No need to stick to old habits, we don’t need to fight first.

People of Divine Land are reasonable."

The waiter hesitated, sensing the power in Wen Yan and the frightening poison earlier, combined with what Wen Yan said now, he realized Wen Yan had guessed what he was, and he nodded in agreement.

"So, may I ask, can you tell me what’s actually happening here?"

"I’m not entirely sure either, I just felt the summoning and responded to it, then ended up on this ship.

I didn’t expect that there wasn’t even a living insect on board.

I was summoned here by a Lost Soul.

Finally, a few living people came, but were killed by those Evil Spirits, even their corpses were snatched by this ship.

I barely got two bodies and you destroyed one of them.

I’ve been trapped in this domain for several months.

Watching them play massacre, blood sacrifice, I’ve seen enough and I’m tired of it.

If you can send me back to hell, then please do so."

Wen Yan smiled wryly, he had sensed upon entry, that this was a domain.

No, not just this hall, but upon boarding the ship and seeing the changing skies, it had characteristics of a domain.

Now that it’s a domain here, he’s not surprised.

As they were talking, chaos began in the hall filled with singing and dancing.

Some individuals with weapons entered from several exits, killing a few first, then blocked everyone’s escape route.

After herding everyone into the hall, stabilizing the situation, some people came out, took down oil paintings hanging in the hall, stripped the decorations from the cabin walls, exposing strange runes and patterns beneath.

Others pinned down guests, using a red-hot branding iron to leave marks on their bodies.

Among these guests, whether male, female, old, young, even crew and wait staff, all received the same treatment.

"What are those symbols?" Wen Yan asked.

"Nothing to do with me, those are the witch’s marks, representing the subjects of blood sacrifice."

Wen Yan and the waiter were watching, unbeknownst to any changes, the phantoms who hadn’t been paying attention to Wen Yan suddenly turned their heads collectively, staring toward Wen Yan.

The Demon God possessing the nearby waiter retreated a few steps, stuck to the corner of the wall, limbs twisting, facing away from the wall, climbed up the straight wall and shrank into the ceiling corner.

Wen Yan patted his chest, a trace of golden flame surged, accompanied by an Explosive Great Sun Blessing, transforming instantly into a red-gold halo, spreading indiscriminately in all directions.