Chapter 602: Dusk King, Rebirth (10,000)

The thick gray-black fog was billowing violently.

The shape of a huge head faintly emerged in the thick fog. Although it has not completely emerged, the pressure from the sky has spread uncontrollably to the surroundings. The huge underground palace trembles, with cracks one after another, and ancient bronzes. The position of the coffin is the center, and it gradually spreads along the ground to the surroundings.

Before long, a huge spider web had been woven on the ground.

This was not over yet. After the cracks covered the entire ground, they even gradually spread upward along the surrounding stone walls.

Even the ceiling above the head was full of cracks, and pieces of large and small gravel fell from the top of the head.

In an instant, the originally peaceful underground palace almost immediately fell into a doomsday-like scene.

The endless pressure is still spreading. Ron's appearance is quite normal. Although his face looks a little solemn, there are not many other expressions other than that. But Christian in the back can no longer bear the impact. , the body retreated again and again.

The great saint of the Church of the Dawn Goddess was in a state of confusion in her heart. She even couldn't help but start to worry. If this power was allowed to continue to rage, the entire underground palace might collapse. By then, wouldn't the church headquarters also have to collapse? Follow and finish?

Looking at Ron's back in front of him, he couldn't help but feel lonely in his eyes.

Christian still remembered that when he first met Ron, he was just a cultivator in the extraordinary realm, and had never even entered the hero level. If it weren't for his ability to predict the future, Christian would have even No one will notice that there is such a priest in the church.

But now, in just a few years, although her strength has improved day by day, she has been far away from Ron, and the gap is getting wider and wider.

Compared to Ron's earth-shaking changes, his small progress was simply not worth mentioning.

Although Christian is not yet jealous of Ron's achievements, he can't help but be envious.

Just when the great saint was worried that the headquarters of the Church of Dawn Goddess would suddenly collapse, the overwhelming pressure released from the ancient bronze coffin suddenly subsided.

Even the gray mist that gradually spread out around him squirmed and gathered again. When the gray mist was completely absorbed, a huge head appeared in front of Ron.

The head was like a small mountain, suspended above the ancient bronze coffin. Fortunately, the location of the underground palace was wide enough, otherwise it would not even be able to accommodate such a huge head. In front of just one head, Ron and Christian both turned into two dwarfs.

He has a square face with Chinese characters. Although his eyes are tightly closed, he is still full of majesty.

The positions of the two eyes are two dark blood holes. The pupils have long been missing, and a thick dark brown liquid can be vaguely seen rolling down the corners of the eyes. It is obvious that they are just like Ron. As seen before, there are two shackles of heaven penetrating Zhou Yang's eyes.

But now, these two chains have disappeared along with the other shackles of heaven.

It's just that this wound, even after eight thousand years, still shows no signs of healing. There is only rotten flesh left near the wound, exuding a strong stench.

His pale face was covered with long brown hair... I had read records in Zhou Yang's diary before. It was said that the Dusk Clan members of the royal family were fairer than other Dusk Clan members and had no body hair on their bodies. However, when I actually saw Zhou Yang's head, At that moment, Ron immediately overturned the image he had imagined in his mind.

Perhaps, to the Dusk tribe, this long brown hair is like downy hair on human bodies. Although it is a bit too dense in Ron's eyes, to the Dusk tribe, it can barely be considered fair. .

"Roar……"

Suddenly, Zhou Yang's huge head suddenly raised and faced the sky. It was obvious that there were only two bloody black holes left in his eyes, but vaguely, both Ron and Christian could feel two bright holes. Looking directly at the endless sky through the boulders above his head and the thick soil, his bloody mouth opened wide, and a roar full of desolation, anger, and resentment came from Zhou Yang's mouth.

The movement, even if it was thunderbolts or dragon roars, was nothing more than that.

In an instant, the huge underground palace began to tremble violently again, and even tall buildings hundreds of meters away on the surface began to sway, as if they might collapse at any time.

Countless clergymen in the church either walked out of the room or stopped what they were doing, all of them with horrified faces, and no one knew what happened.

They could only feel an indescribable coercion filled with sadness and anger directly shrouding their hearts. Their bodies were trembling uncontrollably. Their legs softened and they fell to their knees directly on the ground. Beads of sweat kept rolling down his face.

Their eyes were full of intense fear, just like the purest instinct. All these priests knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly to the goddess of dawn, hoping to obtain the protection of the goddess of dawn and prevent disaster. Advent.

In a short time, the huge church headquarters was filled with figures kneeling on the ground.

When Virgil, the acting pope, walked out of the room and saw this scene, his lips couldn't help but twitch slightly. For the clergy of the church, it is completely normal for such a situation to happen.

Even though there was a layer of several hundred meters of ground, the noise from the church headquarters still enveloped the entire royal city.

Even though the people in the royal city were not affected so strongly, they still felt the ground shaking violently, as if an earthquake was coming. The crowd couldn't help but fall into panic. Granville was finally on the right track, and the lives of the residents in the royal city were finally improved. No one wanted a natural disaster to come at this time.

The roar like an ancient beast made almost every creature feel heavy with fear.

Just outside the royal city, Patridge, who had just left Adams, had not had time to leave too far. The former sage also stopped suddenly and turned to look in the direction of the sound. There was doubt in his sight.

As a sage, as one of the most powerful beings on the Dusk Continent, Patridge's perception was definitely clearer than others.

When the roar drilled into his ears, even Patridge's wrinkled skin instantly showed a layer of dense small bumps.

That was a fear that came from the deepest part of his soul, a fear that even a saint like him could not be exempted from.

His throat became dry, his larynx kept moving, and he swallowed his saliva desperately.

I don't know how long it took, Patridge's sight gradually became confused, and then from confusion to enlightenment, and then the saint laughed like a madman.

He finally understood what was going on.

Haha, madman?

Compared with Ron, how could he be called a madman?

That guy is the real, genuine madman.

He actually dared to release that existence. Wasn't he really worried that the repairman would appear in front of him and crush him to death?

In addition to being shocked by what Ron did, Patridge's sight gradually began to have more expectations. After all, that was one of the strongest people born in the Dusk Continent in tens of thousands of years.

I really don't know what kind of surprise his appearance will bring to the repairman.

I guess he will be furious, right?

Originally, he didn't understand where Ron got the confidence to go to the Andre family to cause trouble, but now he gradually understood.

Compared with that existence, the so-called ancestors of the Andre family had to sit at the table of children when they had a meal.

For the future that will happen soon, he is really looking forward to it more and more.

He laughed and retracted his sight. His body flashed a few times quickly, and then he could no longer see a trace of his figure. Patrich was stimulated. Ron, a junior, could do so much. There was no reason for him, an old senior, to be inferior to the junior.

That was really too embarrassing.

At this moment, Patrich's chest was left with only a burning fighting spirit.

Facing the desperate fate, he also wanted to fight.

...

"Roar..."

The roar continued.

Ron just listened quietly.

He arranged a defensive magic for Christian to prevent Christian from being irreversibly damaged by Zhou Yang's roar.

After all, this is not the surface three hundred meters away, without the barrier of soil and boulders. In this underground palace, Christian can be said to have completely endured the impact of the roar. This sound wave is likely to mess up Christian's soul.

If this happens, Christian is likely to become an idiot, which is not what Ron wants to see.

However, Ron did not stop Zhou Yang's roar.

As the head, it hosts the most residual souls of Zhou Yang.

Similarly, it also carries the most memories, the most pain, and the most unbearable torture.

Although the senior was quite calm and his spirit did not fluctuate too much when he met Zhou Yang for the first time, Ron knew very well that it was just an illusion.

The previous tranquility was just that Zhou Yang had no hope at all whether he could escape.

He did not think that Ron at that time had the ability to break the shackles of destiny.

In fact, it was indeed the case. Judging from Ron at that time, Ron would need at least decades or even hundreds of years of hard work to have the power to break the shackles of destiny before he had a slight chance.

It can only be said that Ron's progress is too amazing, even Zhou Yang's judgment has been wrong.

But, eight thousand years.

How long is this?

Trapped in a narrow coffin for eight thousand years, who knows how Zhou Yang got through?

Having his pupils and brain pierced by the shackles of fate for eight thousand years, who knows what kind of pain Zhou Yang has endured?

Zhou Yang needs to vent.

Although this little bit of venting is far from enough.

Zhou Yang's roar lasted for a quarter of an hour. It's a pity that the underground palace is really on the verge of breaking. It's not surprising that it collapses in the next second. The sound gradually stopped.

"Huff, huff..."

Zhou Yang was like a beast that had been running wildly for a long time, panting heavily, and a long stream of air spurted out of his mouth. The scene was like a whirlwind.

After finally calming himself down a little, Zhou Yang looked at Ron. Even though he had no eyeballs, Ron could still feel Zhou Yang's gaze, and then he saw Zhou Yang's mouth grinning.

He might want to show a smile that he thought was quite kind.

However, this guy is too big. When his mouth opened and showed his full teeth, Ron's body trembled, as if there was only a terrifying beast in front of him, as if it would swallow him in one bite.

It was too damn scary.

No wonder the Dusk Clan was able to gain a foothold in that barbaric era.

If they did not have high enough wisdom, these Dusk Clan members would not be much better than those barbaric beasts.

"Good brother, I was right about you. I knew you could do it."

"I believe that one day you will be able to rescue us, but I really didn't expect that this day would come so early."

Zhou Yang was full of excitement and joy, and there was also some relief in his voice, which echoed in the underground palace. Even if Zhou Yang had tried to lower his voice as much as possible, there was no way, this guy was too big.

When he spoke, it was like a burst of thunder.

Because of the rebound of the surrounding stone walls, the sound reverberated back and forth in the underground palace, buzzing in the ears of Ron and Christian.

Ron just dug his ears and always felt that his ears seemed to be completely blocked.

In comparison, Christian was deeply shocked again. She always felt that she was shocked too many times this day. She was obviously the great saint of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and she was definitely knowledgeable, but now she seemed to have become a bumpkin.

This person is the sealed evil god, and his true identity is the last Dusk King.

Such a terrifying existence actually called Ron a good brother?

Originally Christian felt that he had known Ron, but now he felt that he knew nothing. What kind of identity is Ron that can make such an existence call him brother?

Could it be said that the Ron in front of him was actually the reincarnation of an old monster thousands or tens of thousands of years ago?

Christian's mind was in a mess, and an idea popped up inadvertently, and then he felt that his speculation seemed very reasonable, and this could perfectly explain Ron's extraordinary improvement in strength.

If this is really the ancestor, then no matter how outrageous things happened to him, it seemed so natural.

Ron also exhaled slowly, looking at the huge head opposite, he seemed to be infected by Zhou Yang's excitement, and there was some joy in his heart.

"It doesn't matter."

"In this world, our brothers are only you, me, and Archibald, the pervert. That guy is much better than you. Although he hides in the abyss and dares not come out easily, at least he doesn't have to endure torture. Who else can I help if I don't help you?"

It's a very strange feeling.

Perhaps, this is the so-called meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

Although Ron, Archibald, and Zhou Yang have not had much contact, that kind of intimacy is innate.

Zhou Yang also chuckled: "Although I am very grateful to you for letting me regain my freedom."

"It also temporarily relieved me from the torture I have been enduring, but I have to say that now is not a good opportunity to return my freedom." Zhou Yang exhaled, with a helpless expression on his face.

After all, he has been sealed for eight thousand years.

Now there is only a head left.

He used to have the powerful strength to destroy the world, but now, Zhou Yang himself is not sure how much of this strength is left.

He doesn't even have hands and feet. When fighting, he can only rely on hitting people with his head. Fortunately, his head is relatively strong. If he really hits it, he will be skinned if he doesn't die.

Zhou Yang chuckled and didn't answer. Instead, he took out body parts one by one from the storage ring.

Arms like huge stone pillars.

Huge, mountain-like torso.

Of the seven broken bodies, only the legs are left now. The heart has not been found by Ron. As for the head, left hand, right hand, and torso, they have all been liberated by Ron.

Zhou Yang's strength will definitely not be restored to its peak after reassembling these body parts, but there is always a chance to recover 10% or 20%.

Of course, there are still residual souls in the torso and left hand.

As for who will be the master of these residual souls after the fusion, that is not Ron's concern. In Ron's eyes, these are all Zhou Yang.

Chapter 2 is here