Chapter 633: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (Five Thousand)

It can be said that these people in the Andre family are all holding back their anger.

Thinking about their family, although they rarely leave the headquarters and seem to have no reputation in the Dusk Continent, no one who knows the inside story is respectful to the members of the Andre family. Even the once arrogant Dragon Clan, in Andre You must also be extremely humble in front of your family, and dare not slack off in the slightest.

For more than 10,000 years, only the Andre family has been responsible for torturing and killing other people. When did it ever suffer such a big loss?

So many people had died, and while these survivors were frightened, they were also more aggrieved and angry. If they couldn't vent the fire accumulated in their chests, they might never be able to think through their thoughts in this life.

Moreover, even though many, many people have died, the remaining people are still extremely confident.

The Andres are invincible.

This concept has long been deeply imprinted in the depths of their souls and cannot be easily reversed.

This time's embarrassment seemed to them to be just the result of a despicable and shameless sneak attack by Ron and others. In a head-on confrontation, their strength still completely crushed the opponent.

However, there are only three existences in the demigod realm, and there are ten ancestors on his side. The experts in the destruction realm are several times as many as the opponent. As long as the opponent is not given a chance to shamelessly sneak attack, how can he lose this battle?

No matter how you look at it, you have an advantage and there is no possibility of losing.

It was this strong self-confidence that made these people desperate. They were like a group of lunatics, swarming forward like wild beasts. The six ancestors of the demigod realm even took action at the same time, rushing towards Patri. Qi, Montericia and the six-winged fallen angel Niaf attacked. They believed that by doubling the opponent's power, they could definitely suppress these idiots easily.

Do they even wonder if these people are brainless?

They had taken advantage before, and instead of running away quickly, they actually dared to come to the door. Could it be that these idiots couldn't see how big the gap between the two parties was?

Seeing the crowd approaching quickly, Ron curled his lips slightly and stared at Regias: "Dear Sir Regias, I give you a gift..."

Seeing the smile on Ron's face, Regias's heart trembled slightly. He didn't know what was going on, but there was some inexplicable panic in his heart. Whenever Ron showed such a smiling expression, he always felt... Something very, very bad is happening!

At this moment, Regias only saw Ron suddenly slowly opening his arms, as if hugging something, and the smile on his face became stronger: "Regias, welcome to...Hundred Ghosts Night travel.”

A Hundred Ghosts at Night?

Regeas' eyes suddenly shrank.

He didn't even have time to figure out what these four words meant when something unexpected happened.

Coo, coo, coo...

Hey, hey, hey...

Ah ah ah ah ah……

Ouch!

In an instant, all kinds of strange sounds suddenly came from all directions.

There are screams that are on the verge of despair and full of pain, there are loud cries of babies, there are rustling sounds caused by crawling on the ground, and there are screams filled with anger and hatred...

Various sounds mixed together and turned into ripples, spreading in the Soul Burial Forest.

The sounds were all different, but the same thing was that every sound was filled with haze.

Like pure instinct, the figures that were rushing towards Ron and the others suddenly stopped. Their bodies stayed in place. The forest that was originally normal suddenly became cold for some reason. .

It seemed as if the temperature in the entire forest dropped by dozens of degrees.

The breath exhaled from his mouth and nose turned into a thick white mist.

His body began to tremble slightly, and layers of dense bumps appeared on his exposed face, neck, and arms. When he looked at the surrounding forest, he felt that there seemed to be many small bumps in the dense forest. There were countless shadowy traces, they were twisting and squirming, slowly approaching.

Indescribable fear suddenly surged into my heart, and my teeth collided rapidly, making a strange creaking sound.

They don't know what those things in the dense forest are, but ignorance is also the scariest thing.

call!

A gust of night wind blew by.

The leaves rustled, tearing apart the extremely eerie atmosphere of the scene.

At this time, the moon and stars above the head seemed to become brighter. The bright moonlight shrouded them. Instead of dispelling the gloom and weirdness around them, it actually made the depressing atmosphere even more intense.

Finally, it gradually became clear.

Right in the forest, there was a thick, dark fog rolling violently.

The dense fog was mixed with dense figures, and those figures all looked very strange. Some figures were small, crawling slowly on the ground like small animals, and some had their heads lowered, like stiff bodies. The body was completely pale, and its legs moved slowly forward.

Some have arms all over their backs, and arms and hands are dancing randomly in mid-air, as if they want to grab something.

Some have two heads, with their eyes facing each other, and their mouths open in a weird silly smile.

Some legs are bent in weird ways, and instead of feet, there are densely packed tentacles underneath the legs, squirming forward like an octopus.

Almost every existence in the thick fog is very strange. There is no normal figure to be found, and the weirdness of each figure is different. The only thing in common may be that all the existences are extremely distorted.

These weird figures appeared from all directions, and they formed a huge encirclement, surrounding everyone in the Andre family.

Suddenly, all the beings in the thick fog suddenly raised their heads.

The twisted, ferocious, and extremely malicious faces were all covered with pairs of scarlet eyes. Countless eyes were all staring at the survivors in the middle encirclement.

hiss!

When I saw those faces and those pairs of eyes, even though each of these survivors was very strong, they still couldn't help but take a breath, and felt that their scalp was numb. About to explode.

Their souls seemed to be in indescribable chaos.

"It's...the children who were abandoned..."

Suddenly, no one knew who it was, his mind suddenly became a little smarter, he thought of something, and let out a piercing scream.

In this dead world, this scream seemed so obvious that it easily penetrated everyone's ears.

Everyone reacted, and they recognized the identities of the gloomy and twisted figures around them. These strange beings were deformed children who had been abandoned in the Soul Burial Forest for tens of thousands of years. They were proved to be fools when they grew up. Children are women who have lost their ability to conceive and have no value in existence, and are driven into the Soul Burial Forest and left to fend for themselves...

They are still alive... No, no, they are already dead.

Just death, not the end.

In another way, they continue to exist with overwhelming resentment towards the Andre family.

They are ghosts, evil spirits, and resentful souls. They are the existences with the strongest hatred for the Andre family in the world.

The billowing black mist was their extremely strong hatred that was escaping.

"Ahhhhhh... don't come to me..."

Suddenly, another shrill scream came from the crowd. I saw a man squatting directly on the ground with his head in his hands, trembling and screaming. The companions next to him recognized this man. identity of.

This is a legendary guy.

In the Andre family, legendary descendants, although not as precious as those in the Twilight Continent, are still somewhat powerful and are treated fairly well.

This man had three spouses. Just half a month ago, one of his spouses gave birth to a deformed child. This man felt that the deformed child had disgraced him, so he ruthlessly abandoned the child, and then... even gave birth to his own spouse. Driven to the Forest of Burial Souls.

At this moment, the man's eyes were wide open and he was staring at the position directly in front of him. There was a baby who had just been born and was covered in blood. The baby's face was covered with blood. There was a strange crack, splitting directly from the top of his head to his lips. His skull seemed not to be fully formed. Through the hole in the middle, you could even see something like a walnut that was slowly shaking inside.

This is his child.

Right next to the child, there is a woman. The woman's legs are still flowing with bright red blood. Her hair is disheveled and her face is extremely pale. Her body is shaking and shaking, accompanying the baby crawling slowly at her feet. Step closer to this man.

"Don't come here, don't come here, get out of here, get out of here..."

The man howled at the top of his lungs.

Every step closer to a woman and a child brings doubly fear to the man. His face is distorted and his eyes are about to pop out of his sockets. He waves his hands randomly, trying to drive the woman and the child away, but Useless.

In fact, legendary practitioners have quite good power and should not be in such a mess.

They were just two evil spirits. With his strength, it was easy to destroy them... But things were obviously not that simple. His mind seemed to be completely confused. He had forgotten the power he possessed. to resist.

His soul is undergoing unspeakable torture.

If you look carefully, you can even see gray-black marks, like tentacles or slender worms, crawling on the man's body. In a short time, they have crossed his neck and covered the man's entire face.

That is, erosion.

It's pollution.

It is a change that only demigods and gods can cause.

This scene even shocked Ron!

Normally, although these ghosts are astonishing in number, they are very weak and cannot have the ability to release erosion and pollution. But what is going on in this situation now?

After sensing it carefully, Ron quickly noticed something unusual.

According to Daphne, there are at least a million dead souls in the entire Soul Burial Forest, which can be said to be a paradise for ghosts. These dead souls exist for different lengths of time and have different strengths based on their grievances during their lifetimes.

But generally speaking, the legendary level is almost the limit that ghosts can reach.

Daphne is one of the very few beings who can break through the limits, and is an outsider.

But even if it is a legendary ghost, it is not difficult to deal with it because it is naturally weak against fire, lightning, dawn and other magic. Moreover, although ghosts have the ability to disturb the mind, this ability is indeed very strong for ordinary people, but for practitioners, the effect that can be exerted is extremely limited.

As for erosion, that is absolutely impossible for ghosts to do.

Unless this ghost has a great opportunity to become an evil spirit.

And the gap between these ghosts in front of them and evil spirits is simply inestimable, and the distance is as exaggerated as the gap between an ordinary mortal and a god.

However, there is one very different thing about these ghosts, that is... their soul power seems to be connected.

That's right, the ghosts in the entire Soul Burial Forest, even including Daphne, although they are separate existences, are also a huge whole that is closely connected.

Ron doesn't know how these ghosts do this, but it is obvious that when these ghosts are closely connected, their power will increase several times and dozens of times. The power of millions of ghosts is concentrated together, and I am afraid that they are not much inferior to real evil spirits, and may even be more exaggerated.

Erosion was born because of this.

That's not all. Ron also clearly noticed that under the moonlight and starlight, the strength of these ghosts seemed to have increased significantly, and they were much stronger than when Ron encountered them before.

Perhaps, it was the two little girls Selma and Lucia who intervened.

Although the two girls were still staying in the Spang Theocracy, they were always paying attention to the movements here.

With a slight smile, Ron suppressed the doubts in his heart. He looked at the survivors again. The survivors who were originally very ostentatious, as more and more ghosts appeared in front of them, the expressions on their faces became more and more solemn.

The ghosts were dark and dense, like an ocean with no end in sight.

Countless figures crowded together, moving, squirming, and wailing. Every movement and every scream made these people look a little paler.

The horrifying fear was constantly tormenting their spirits and wills. They couldn't help but tremble. They kept retreating, trying to get further away from these ghosts, but they couldn't retreat.

Among the survivors, various screams began to sound one after another.

One by one, the figures began to kneel on the ground, trembling, and screaming loudly, "Get out of here!", but the black silk threads quickly crawled all over their bodies.

Puff.

The whole process only lasted a few seconds, and some survivors seemed to be unable to bear it.

Between the violent convulsions of the body, dark brown internal organs began to spew out of the mouth, and a large number of strange marks on the internal organs could be clearly seen twisting constantly. In the open mouth, corners of the eyes, nostrils, and ears, you can clearly see milky white round maggots drilling around.

They opened their eyes and mouths wide, as if they wanted to say something, but their mouths were filled with maggots and they couldn't make any sound. The surface of their bodies began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As waves of foul smell spread, bodies fell to the ground and quickly turned into a pool of mucus. Under the tattered clothes, only white bones were left.

The death of the first survivor was like turning on a desperate switch. The second, third, fourth... More and more dead people appeared.

In a short period of time, the courage that was originally born out of resentment and anger was almost gone. The remaining people could only tremble desperately, fearing that they would become the next target.

They even had some regrets and hatred, hating why they had to survive?

If they died when the space collapsed, it would at least be a quick and clean death, without having to endure the torture of despair before dying like now.

Not to mention ordinary practitioners, even those ancestors in the Destruction Realm and even the Demigod Realm felt hairy all over, but their strength was stronger after all, and their endurance was more exaggerated, so they would not be frightened by these ghosts like those juniors.

Especially Regias, his shock only lasted for a short two or three seconds, and the whole person quickly returned to normal. Without any hesitation, he stretched out his right hand and casually drew his index finger in front of him.

With the traces of Regias's fingers tearing past, the space in front of him was instantly divided into two layers.

With a swish, the space tear spread.

In an instant, within the fan-shaped area in front, all the ghosts, along with the big trees in the dense forest, were instantly broken from the middle.

Rumble dragon...

Accompanied by a violent roar, the big trees fell to the ground in all directions, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

And those ghosts that were cut also dissipated like phantoms.

As expected of Regias, his strength is tyrannical.

Although space magic is not the nemesis of ghosts, the old thing is too strong, and the simple energy dissipation is enough to shatter the ghosts into dust.

In an instant, a large blank space appeared in the thick black fog. Just now, at least thousands of ghosts were destroyed, but this did not bring any fear to these ghosts. Instead, it completely stimulated the ferocity of the remaining ghosts.

As the black fog rolled violently, the screams of the ghosts became extremely sharp in an instant.

The next moment, the black fog rolled like a tsunami, sweeping towards the survivors of the Andre family.

For a moment, ghosts cried and gods howled.

Some were crawling on the ground, some were flying in the sky.

The dense ghosts turned into a black curtain, instantly covering the entire area, blocking the moonlight and starlight above.

The time for revenge has come.

Chapter 1 is here