After dozens of seconds passed, this round of foehn wind ended.

Aimu stood up in shock and looked out cautiously along the gap. Only then did she realize that she and Bolog were on a towering spire.

"We can try to get out from here and avoid the obstruction of these crystal walls." Aimu suggested.

"But we will also directly face the power of evil," Bologg rejected Aimu's proposal, "Don't forget how we almost died here last time."

Bad memories emerged, and Aimu fell silent. The ashes piled up several meters deep in the city. They looked ordinary, but there were countless tentacles lurking in the hot ashes, eager to eat all the organic matter.

.

Boluogo did a brief search and found another door at the other end of the room.

"Looks like we'll have to try them one by one, what do you think?" Borlog asked.

"Besides doing this, is there any other way?" Aimu sighed helplessly and overlapped with Boluogo again.

"I think King Solomon must have had a very bad taste," Bologo said.

"Why do you say that?"

"Don't you think Raymond Gayton is like a maze full of traps?" Bologo said, "If I were him, I would definitely be sitting somewhere, looking at these little thieves who entered the maze, betting.

A bet on who can live longer and go farther."

Aimu thought about it and reminded, "Don't inflict your own bad taste on others. What's the difference between this and 'I have a friend'?"

Boluogo chuckled twice, and after relaxing the atmosphere, he pushed open the heavy door. Just as Boluogo imagined, there was also turbid darkness behind the door.

"Tell me, what's the situation over there in the Graystone Rift?" Boluogo murmured, "I don't know if the Order Bureau has stopped the intruders."

After saying that, Boluogo stepped into the darkness and disappeared.

…

In the light of the fire, everything that York had ever been familiar with was crumbling. Thick smoke filled the air. Houses were devoured by flames. Bricks collapsed and ashes were buried. Trees had been swallowed up by the fire, leaving only charred trunks and broken trunks.

Bricks, tiles and shards of glass were scattered on the ground, the messy streets were filled with dust and choking smoke, and traces of destruction were everywhere.

The original appearance of Greystone Town is no longer recognizable, leaving only dilapidation and ruins.

The whimpering sounds continued, not from the survivors calling for help, but from the moans of grotesque things.

The twisted flesh and blood resisted the attack of the fireworks, slowly squirming, spreading a layer of fungi on the ground, and wantonly devouring the surrounding organic matter.

The fallen corpse was wrapped and transformed by mycelium, the body was rotting, the skin was as dry as paper, the limbs were scorched by the fire, the muscles were exposed, and the bones were visible, as if it was a terrifying existence crawling out of hell.

The walking corpses move slowly and sluggishly, swaying their bodies randomly, regardless of the broken ground and sharp debris. Their eyes are empty and lifeless, but they can still feel a trace of hostility and evil.

They had no purpose, just wandering around randomly, their footsteps making a harsh stampede sound on the charred wooden boards and tiles.

The suddenly swaying zombies stiffened and froze in place, then moved forward together, advancing like a march, their mouths opened, rotten teeth exposed, exuding a fishy smell, and they made a low roar, like

A terrifying song from hell.

York looked at them sadly. They used to be so happy and laughing, but everything is over.

Greystone Town is just an outpost, not a fortress. With the joint attack of the rebellious royal court and the Orangutan Sect, this town that has gone through great changes has been completely destroyed. Countless walking corpses are carrying their flesh and blood and advancing along the Greystone Rift Valley.

The purpose is very clear, it is the evil in this world in the abandoned land.

The abominable night tribe gained the ability to move briefly during the day with the help of thick smoke and fog. The surviving field staff tried to stop them, but were entangled by countless walking corpses.

There were fewer and fewer people who could fight, and finally only York was left. In the intense pain, York could no longer remember how many times he had fallen down, nor how many times he had stood up again.

Relying on the blood of these flesh and blood monsters, York's life and death have reached a delicate balance, but even so, he still cannot stop the march of the monsters. He cannot defend this place by himself, let alone that it has already fallen.

Not enough... not enough...

The huge sadness turned into anger, York roared, his body was wrapped with snake-like thorns, like countless arms waving wantonly, fighting desperately.

York was able to mow down scores of enemies every time, but the zombies seemed unable to be completely eliminated. Although York tried his best to kill, the zombies still appeared in endlessly.

The thorns were like sharp blades, cutting through York's skin, and blood flowed out of his body. However, York did not feel any pain. His iron-wall-like will and endless anger drove his actions, and every attack was full of energy.

Strength and fury cut through the rotting bodies of the zombies.

"why?"

Amidst the rage, a voice calmly asked.

"Why is the world like this?"

That was York's voice, an extremely cold voice.

York was no stranger to such sounds. On that night, the night he was buried, York had heard such sounds.

The other self is asking questions about himself, questioning God, questioning faith, and questioning everything that York once believed in in the past.

No one responded.

The walking corpses were not tired. They kept getting up from the ground, as if they had no pain and no life restrictions. Their necks were twisted to incredible angles, and the broken bones pierced the skin, but they still continued to move forward, their eyes dull.

, only knows how to look for the body of a living person.

Gradually, the ground was filled with corpses as high as a hill, lifting York high, and the dancing thorns gradually slowed down. This was not because York was tired, but that every thorn was covered with crawling corpses.

of flesh and blood, they clung to it like leeches.

York's body became heavier and heavier until the zombies surrounded and covered him one after another, with scarlet flesh covering the entire field of vision.

silence.

This seems to be real death.

York thought so.

Death was approaching, but York was not afraid, but felt more at peace. Maybe it was because he was too tired from what happened during this period, but this time he was finally free.

But at this moment, the familiar voice sounded again, questioning himself.

“Why has the world become like this?”

Why does the devil really exist in this world, but God has not yet come? Why do I have to endure all this...

There were too many reasons, but none of them had anything to do with York. The anger in his heart gradually subsided, and he only felt tired. But suddenly, familiar faces flashed back in front of York's eyes.

It’s the residents of Greystone Town…

York spent almost all his life in this small town. Many people watched York's growth. Similarly, York also watched the growth of many people, but now they are all dead, on this absurd day.

Comes out of the blue.

York couldn't figure out why. He was a devout priest who did good deeds. If this was really a punishment from fate, at least let York know what he had done wrong, so that he would feel more at ease.

Maybe this is reality, an unreasonable reality.

"No……"

Amid the dense gnawing sounds of the zombies, a weak but firm voice sounded.

"No...no, no, no, there must be something wrong with this world."

A bloody thorn pierced the corpses, followed by more thorns, one after another, like an array of piercing spears.

"Yes...there must be something wrong."

As York murmured to himself, a scorching stream of fire rushed over and accurately hit York among the corpses. In an instant, the corpses exploded, and the burnt corpses fell everywhere.

"What is that?" After the smoke filled the air, a fanatical believer came slowly.

"A Sublime Sublimer," another fanatic said, the flame in his hand extinguished. "It's strange that a Sublime Sublimer can last for so long."

He caught a glimpse of the wildly dancing thorn bushes from a distance, and thought it was the Power Bearer fighting, but the closer he got, the clearer the ether reaction became, and he realized that it was just a Sublime One.

"really weird……"

He wanted to continue saying something, but suddenly, the words stopped, and another person looked at him, and saw a slender thorn piercing his skull, passing between the skull like maggots, piercing the eyeball,

It comes out of the eye socket and then goes down the throat.

The body was dragged into the explosion crater, and then a broken figure slowly rose from the smoke. It was York, but at this time, only half of York's body was left, and there was a terrifying big hole in his chest, which just penetrated

His heart was missing, but York did not die. The place where the heart was missing was also entangled with circles of thorns, just like a substitute.

Witnessed by the fanatics, the Thorns and Pain Chains came to life completely, repeatedly penetrating York's body until they merged with York. Although his etheric reaction was only that of a mediocre Sublime One, at this moment he belonged to the devil.

The power of madness is expanding unbridled.

"Oh my god..."

The fanatical believer's screams of exclamation came to an abrupt end as the wildly dancing thorns tore his body apart, shattered his internal organs, and killed all the walking corpses around him.

York's face and posture completely disappeared into the thorns, and the thorns and pain locks became larger and larger until they turned into a strange creation like a giant sea urchin, with countless thorns hitting all living creatures in the area.

, under its lash, this time the crawling flesh and blood plague actually lost its activity, as if it was completely dead.

"Kill them all."

The absolute and only thought dominated York's remaining consciousness. On the ruins of Greystone Town, amid the flesh-and-blood plague, furious war beasts rampaged.

Sai Zong, who was walking in the etheric realm, also noticed the strange movement in the material realm. In addition to being curious, a wave of wind surged in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Leviathan asked at the side.
To be continued...