Chapter 521: City of the Dead |
Chapter 521: 518, City of the Dead Chapter 521: 518, City of the Dead Outside the city and inside the city.
They were completely two different worlds.
Once Lord Minette and her people entered the city,
all they could see was darkness.
Hazy and indistinct, as if partly hidden and partly visible.
It was as if someone was whispering in their ears, speaking in an obscure and difficult language, inciting a crazed desire within them.
But there was no one…
They could not see a single person.
...It was as though the city had become a ghost town.
She suddenly turned her head to look back.
The road they had come by had disappeared without a trace.
“It seems we’ve been treated differently,”
the others said with furrowed brows, “The space has become disordered; we’ve been pulled into an unfamiliar London City.”
As they were talking,
suddenly,
they leapt down from their horses.
The short-legged horses spouted black blood from their nostrils, their bodies decaying at an exaggerated speed, leaving only white bones in the blink of an eye.
And yet, even so, the skeletons did not collapse.
These horses devoid of flesh turned their heads and charged into the darkness.
Seeing this, Lord Minette sneered, “This is the welcome gift he has given us. He must be preparing to transform into the Demon God now, so he’s dragged us into this damned place to prevent us from thwarting his plan.”
Among the others, a one-eyed man knelt down and stretched out his hand to press against the ground.
“Wait a minute, this place seems different from what we thought.”
“Indeed, it is London City, but it seems to be three days later.”
Upon hearing this, Minette frowned and asked, “Three days later, you mean our time has been sped up?”
The one-eyed man said uncertainly, “It’s not necessarily sped up, it could be that it was paused.”
The others thoughtfully lowered their heads.
Minette then said coldly, “Can you confirm that this is London three days in the future?”
“Yes… I am very certain.”
Minette stroked the long sword, turning her head to look around; the empty city gave her a very unsettling feeling.
“If that’s the case, then we were frozen in time the moment we entered the city, but that’s not a good sign. It only means that he has obtained that kind of uncontrollable power.”
Beyond that,
Minette had one more thing she hadn’t said.
If London becomes a City of the Dead three days later,
then whatever happens during these three days, it must be extremely cruel.
And the one responsible for all of this, is that man.
Her heart ached slightly, “Why have you become what you hated the most, wasn’t what you believed in that being inhuman does not mean being not myself?”
And the long sword she held seemed to undergo a change along with her mood.
An increasingly cold aura emanated from the sword.
And a hint of red appeared in the depths of her eyes.
The ability of Future Sight was once again activated.
She saw the image of death once more.
And this time,
all she saw were a pair of eyes.
They were Evil Spirit Du Wei’s eyes, pitch black without the distinction of pupil or the white, filled only with cold indifference.
Pfft…
Lord Minette spat out a mouthful of blood, propping herself up with her sword as she knelt on the ground.
The others’ faces changed drastically.
“Lord Minette, you…”
Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Minette gritted her teeth and said, “He hasn’t succeeded yet, otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to see his eyes at all. He must be somewhere in this city. Let’s find him now and stop his plan.”
…
The moistness in the air became even more intense.
The clouds, as if stained with ink, were so dark they were startling.
There were occasional booms of thunder.
But no light was seen, as though even the lightning was obscured by the dark clouds. Looking out, the distinction between day and night had become completely blurred.
Corrine Dowqui felt the world was filled with malice everywhere.
He kept running forward.
The only hunter left behind him was a middle-aged man named Tory.
But at this moment, both were in very bad shape.
They were covered in blood.
Both had sustained serious injuries.
And in the darkness, that malicious gaze remained unwavering, relentlessly following them.
“Why is this happening?”
“Could it be that we are going to die here, alongside the collapse of London City?”
“Where’s Lord Minette? Why hasn’t she shown up yet?”
Corrine Dowqui coughed up blood, his steps growing increasingly feeble.
The events of these three days felt like a nightmare to him.
Nearly two hundred Evil Spirits had appeared in London.
Each Evil Spirit was terrifying, spreading malice throughout the city, as if some horrifying entity was about to awaken, and they had become its vanguard.
No one knew where these Evil Spirits had come from.
But they were certainly related to His Excellency the Duke who had gone mad.
Because the Evil Spirits did not harm the people of the Veda Sect, staying within the central district of the city.
The whole city was shrouded in fear.
Corrine Dowqui remembered it clearly.
On the first day, they received the Envelope and sought out His Excellency the Duke, but what awaited them was that dark shadow.
A Demon Spirit-level terrifying entity.
That ghastly thing, sneaky and disgusting, only struck from the shadows.
Without even seeing the face of His Excellency the Duke, they lost three hunters.
Meanwhile, the Veda Sect was rapidly expanding in London, with ordinary people joining to seek the protection of the descending True God.
But on the second day,
Everyone broke down.
Because they simply could not get protection, but fell deeper into the trap.
Fear spread like mold, at a crazed speed.
No one was spared from disaster.
Even a hunter like Corrine Dowqui couldn’t escape that suffocating chill as if it came straight from hell.
“Oh God… please give us a sign.”
Corrine Dowqui pleaded desperately in his heart.
Tory behind him suddenly changed color, saying, “Get out of the way, that shadow is coming again.”
While he spoke, a Dagger silently swept through the darkness, appearing behind Corrine Dowqui and thrusting towards his heart.
“Get lost…”
Corrine Dowqui drew a rapier from his sleeve and struck it against the Dagger.
There was a crisp clang.
But then, his face changed because the Dagger adhered to the rapier like a magnet, rendering his maneuver useless.
And another Dagger, in a strange manner, stabbed downward towards his head.
Tory, seeing this, rushed forward anxiously.
But he knew it was futile; the Demon Spirit was already terrifying, and yet it preferred these despicable methods of sneak attacks, which were utterly shameless to the extreme.
The Dagger had already penetrated Corrine Dowqui’s head.
Blood splattered everywhere.
However, at that moment,
Both Daggers abruptly stopped, not going further.
The dark shadow emerged in front of Corrine Dowqui, its eyes filled with blood streaks, gazing vaguely ahead at the line of people.
It saw a woman who looked exactly like Alex.
The next second,
The woman appeared in front of the dark shadow.
She drew her longsword and chopped down directly.
An eerie Strangeness surrounded the sword, as if some terrifying entity had locked onto the dark shadow.
The shadow could not resist.
It promptly melted into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.