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The mountain-like dragon corpse lay peacefully among the ruins of the city.

No longer has any temperature.

It doesn't have any body temperature, only the heat generated by the decaying dragon's blood.

And from Gu Long's body, a rotten smell began to emit rapidly.

The corpse also quickly changed to another posture.

Not so much a "transformation" as a "return."

Return to the original state of the dragon corpse.

The power awakened from the land of death has completely dissipated.

However, the price is heavy.

Almost half of the buildings in the abandoned city were destroyed in this fierce battle.

Looking up, there are ruins all around, most of which were crushed and destroyed by the huge body of the dragon, and a small part were destroyed by the aftermath of thermal weapons.

The ground is scorched black, and craters after the explosion can be seen everywhere.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of gunpowder and blood, but the vast majority of people had adapted to this smell, so they kept their faces unchanged.

Some flesh and blood, bone fragments, and occasionally one or two heads of ordinary people can be vaguely seen.

Even the corpses are difficult to keep intact.

Such a scene inevitably made many survivors have an idea.

‘We, have we really won? '

An Le and Mi stood on top of the dragon corpse.

The condition of the two of them is definitely not intact.

It's okay, the big and small injuries all over the body are being repaired at an extremely fast speed that can be seen with the naked eye.

It won't take long for it to return to its original state.

And An Le's attitude is much worse.

The dragon's tail that had just grown not long ago was cut off, leaving a short section.

And the scales on his body were also broken in many places.

The golden blood oozes out of the dark red, which looks mournful and luxurious, with a strange beauty.

The arm drooped limply, severely dislocated and shifted.

The whole person looked quite miserable.

However, as opposed to this broken body.

It was those unusually bright eyes.

After such a simple, brutal, yet dangerous close-to-hand combat, coupled with the echo and agitation of the dragon's blood.

An Le vaguely felt that he had taken an extremely important step at the level of spirit and soul.

I touched something unspeakable in my ignorance, as if half of my foot had stepped into the threshold that I couldn't even detect and pursue before.

Such a change surprised An Le.

And Mi beside him also showed a smile.

Based on his strength, this dead dragon can be dealt with more easily.

But he didn't do that, and he didn't intend to take advantage of this opportunity to make An Le go further.

It's just that before An Le continued to experience this mysterious and mysterious taste.

He suddenly felt an extremely dangerous breath coming.

It made An Le feel uncomfortable.

Even he couldn't help complaining in his heart: "Is there still an end?"

Such waves of offensives really made An Le feel a little tired.

Not only An Le, Mi also noticed a similar feeling, his brows were slightly frowned, and a little ominous premonition emerged in his heart.

"This feeling..."

He murmured in his heart, "It seems... a little familiar?"

People in the abandoned capital looked up at the sky and found a tiny black spot appeared in midair.

Few people could see clearly that it was an ordinary-looking young man.

Whether it is appearance or figure, they are all too ordinary.

But after going through so many things, no one would think that such an existence that seemed to appear out of thin air would be a real ordinary person.

Soon, people discovered that their guesses were indeed correct.

The moment the boy opened his eyes.

Almost everyone has noticed the unprecedented mood swings.

That feeling is called—fear!

Moreover, this kind of fear is completely different from the feeling brought to them by the fearer and the ancient dragon.

What those existences bring to people is at most only the fear caused by their ferocious appearance, terrifying strength, and reckless actions to attack others.

Just something on the surface.

If the willpower is strong enough, it can be overcome completely.

However, this young man and the invisible things around him—those viscous substances that are invisible to the naked eye but actually exist.

But it makes people feel a chill that comes from a deeper place, and even the soul trembles.

It seems that they should not have appeared in this world at all, and should not have appeared in front of people at all.

Just his existence itself is a taboo.

That feeling is really hard to describe in words.

Only that feeling of horror is extremely real.

It seems that there is no such pure, standard fear anywhere in the world.

Yes, standard.

This adjective, which sounds out of place and very weird, is unexpectedly appropriate when used here.

at the same time.

Those fearful people who had temporarily fallen into a state of confusion and ignorance because of the death of the ancient dragon.

After a few seconds, it seemed that he had regained his backbone, or in other words, where his soul was, and quickly became extremely active again.

Moreover, the originally horrifying image has once again developed into a posture that can scare people into pale faces and make children cry.

For some fearsome ones, the joints grow out of their bodies, covering the flesh and blood from the inside out.

Constructing a layer of bone armor, the visual effect alone is extremely terrifying.

Some grow bloated and disorderly lumps of flesh, expanding outward without any scruples, devouring everything they touch.

Others condense fresh organs.

For example, hundreds of eyeballs and dozens of arms grew out, piled up together in a deformed and terrifying posture.

By this time, with the death of the reanimated ancient dragon, the effect of dragon blood on them has been negligible.

As if it had been eliminated from the body.

All that remains is the quality of fear for fear's sake.

In other words, it was only at this time that they transformed into real horrors.

"What happened?"

"It's scary...it's scary...it's scary..."

"This feeling, no... no..."

Most of the remaining survivors in the city were overwhelmed by this fear.

There are not a few people who collapsed and cried loudly.

In the stronghold built by the Black Mountain Company, Black Mountain Miki stared at the screen.

Biting his lip, he said rather unwillingly.

"That guy, is there nothing wrong?"

Miki Montenegro can be sure that the nuclear bomb has exploded on the boy and the invisible things around him.

But now it seems that it has hardly caused much damage.

In her original idea, at least the opponent's combat power should be weakened by 50 to 60%.

And soon, Miki Montenegro couldn't help but widen her eyes again.

Because, the picture on the screen unfolded like a raging wave again.

In other words, the true face of this young man has finally begun to show in people's eyes.

A large number of intangible and qualityless forms condensed and appeared on the young man's body that maintained a human form.

That substance is neither solid nor liquid.

If you have to say it, it is similar to glue and jelly, and it gives people a very strong "sticky" feeling.

As if just looking at it, even the eyes will be glued to it.

An Le's complexion changed slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He has a slight sense of familiarity with the translucent form.

An Le seemed to have a similar feeling when she used her tentacles to pull believers into the church.

Can't go wrong.

That translucent thing is nothing else, but an existence similar to the medium of the soul!

And An Le looked at the soul that was constantly spreading out from the side of the young man, and couldn't help but feel a little chill from the bottom of his heart.

because……

many!

Too much!

At first, the medium of the soul was just flowing outward like a small stream.

But in the blink of an eye, it immediately rushed out like a dam bursting and flooding.

The area covered instantly expanded several times.

So that it didn't take long for people to see the shapes formed by those translucent things.

Human faces loomed in this mass of "mucus".

Every face, without exception, carried a look of fear and pain.

The facial features are ferocious.

The eyeballs were wide open, the eyes were about to burst, and blood and tears flowed from them vaguely.

The mouth opened and closed slightly, as if shouting something like "Help me".

Such a scene undoubtedly made many people feel intense discomfort the moment they saw it.

Humans are empathetic animals.

Seeing those familiar or unfamiliar faces, people will inevitably think about how they would feel if they were caught in such a situation.

This kind of association itself makes many people feel fear and emotions of panic and fear.

It's just that they didn't expect that this picture was just the beginning.

More and more human limbs protruded from the things that wrapped the boy.

Most limbs are incomplete.

Either there is only an arm left, or an ankle.

The muscles and bones are twisted, and the joints are almost turned over.

It hurts so much just looking at it.

Gradually, the survivors of the abandoned capital couldn't see the boy's figure, but only saw the bloated outline of his body expanding disorderly.

The dark clouds that once appeared outside the abandoned capital reappeared above the city and spread at an astonishing speed.

It is the same as those villages that were included and swallowed up before.

Within the scope of the entire abandoned city, invisible, dead souls are gradually appearing from the air, retaining the painful face of the previous life, slowly drifting towards the sky.

It's as if the dark cloud is an oversized magnet, designed to attract the remnants of the dead.

Not only the souls of the dead, but also the survivors who are still alive are also his targets.

With such a huge cloud formed.

People can see the general outline of the translucent existence except the human face and limbs.

Like an extremely slender and huge strange snake.

The main body is slender and snake-like, but on this body, there are many parts that cannot be connected with snakes.

The more solid black substance became his skeleton.

The translucent soul is just his flesh and blood.

And at the head of the strange snake, there are nine eyeballs that are too big to be ignored.

From people's point of view, it even looks like nine pitch-black suns emitting faint black light.

Among them, six eyeballs have been opened, one is struggling to move, and the remaining two are tightly closed.

Each eyeball greedily stared at the tiny human below.

The emotions revealed, without exception, reveal contempt and longing.

In his view, so many weak and fresh lives are just his own food.

It should be the highest honor of people to be the firewood to help him restore his peak.

That substantive malice is enough to make many ordinary people staring at the eyeballs feel strong anger and unwillingness.

No intelligent creature can remain indifferent to this kind of gaze.

It's just that even so, people's anger can't change anything.

Whether it's about this unknown existence, or about the more terrifying people around him, no matter how much ordinary people try to overcome the emotions in their hearts, they still feel uncontrollable fear.

And, gradually engulfed by such fear.

It seemed to be wrapped in thick and dark sea water.

Sink, sink again, until the bottomless deep sea.

Fear flooded the mouth and nose, making people slowly suffocate.

Facing Him, ordinary people feel this way.

Even An Le has a similar feeling.

He would not feel fear, but this feeling permeated the air and was everywhere.

It seemed that there were countless invisible tiny particles trying to infect his body and even his soul.

This kind of experience made An Le quite unhappy.

"Do you know him?"

An Le stared at the eyes in the sky, and asked secretly beside him.

Naturally, the expression on Cai Longren's face couldn't be hidden from him, so he asked again.

"He used to have many names."

"Or syllables that sound absurd and disordered, or special words in the dragon language, but there is only one commonly recognized name—"

"Lord of Fear."

Mi's expression became rare and serious, completely different from when he faced the revived ancient dragon before.

With obvious fear.

"Even in the long ancient times, He is a god that cannot be underestimated."

"And now, it's time for him to wake up."

Mi turned her head and said sincerely.

"Although it's not good for me to make this suggestion, I think, Father An, you don't have the strength to compete with him now, so you might as well leave this city first."

An Le didn't expect to say such words from a secret mouth, and asked with a frown.

"Isn't that enough with your strength?"

Mi shook his head heavily and explained.

"Different from the existence of the resurrected ancient dragon before, the most difficult thing about the Lord of Fear is that as long as people are afraid of him, he will never die completely, at most he will just fall into a long sleep."

"I'm afraid that the people of this city only sealed it somewhere before."

"If He was still outside the city, there might still be a possibility of victory, but now..."

The dragon man looked around.

The people in the ruins had grown an uncontrollable fear of him.

This power was absorbed, absorbed, and gradually became the nourishment of that body.

Soon, the seventh eyeball opened!