Chapter 593: Gris, the Innately Evil Ghost

The setting sun cast an amber hue on the brick and wood pointed-roof houses.

Intermittent thin smoke wafted out of the red brick chimney, mixed with the aroma of freshly baked whole wheat bread, flowing along the winding mossy cracks on the cobblestone road.

Three or five fat hens were pacing under the bamboo fence covered with wild roses, pecking at the scattered cornflower petals on the mud ground.

This small town is like a paradise, just like what people imagine a medieval village in the West should look like.

There is no disturbance from the outside world, no noise and clamor of war, and no trace of any extraordinary elements.

The only armed force stationed here is a mayor who is over 50 years old. He is a knight who is in charge of all affairs of the town.

Quiet, peaceful, and vibrant.

It's located in a two-story building on the outskirts of the town.

A kind-looking, white-haired old man adjusted his slightly cloudy crystal glasses and leaned over the mottled pear wood table, meticulously writing a letter.

The old right hand with protruding joints held a feather pen and wrote skillfully on the yellowed parchment.

He has a dexterity and stability that is totally beyond his age.

Suddenly, at a certain moment.

The feather pen suddenly exploded in his hand, and the already shriveled green blood vessels in his body instantly turned into purple dragons that squirmed ferociously.

The flame on the candlestick went out, and the six completed sheets of letter paper were torn into snowflakes by the sudden violent force, and swirled onto the cracked lime wall.

The old man's originally hunched back straightened at this moment, and the cloudy eyes hidden behind his messy hair emitted a scarlet light. Some black lines were eroding along his neck to behind his ears.

The sound of a peddler's bell closing his stall came from the end of the alley, and the laughter of a few children after school drifted from the corner of the street.

This sound, which originally sounded the most beautiful to his ears, now seemed particularly harsh, causing his mood, which was already on the verge of anger, to take another half step forward.

He stood up with gritted teeth, grabbing the window sill with both hands.

The old bluestone broke into pieces under the old man's bulging palms, and the creaking sound mixed with the dislocated joints continued to ring out.

"Lu! Wen! Wu!"

A whisper as sticky as pitch squeezed out from between the cracked lips. Hundreds of parchments hanging on the walls of the attic danced wildly in the wind, torn into flying snowflakes by the constantly escaping soul power.

Gris's right hand was tightly gripping his heart, with such force that it almost embedded itself into his flesh.

His uncontrollable anger almost made him unconsciously destroy almost all the furnishings in the house.

The little house that was once warm and bookish is now only left with fragments of debris.

Wood chips and bluestone exploded and flew everywhere, revealing that this place was originally under the cover of magic.

The nested magic circles one after another are constantly flashing with extraordinary light, preventing everything here from being seen by mortals.

"Tens of thousands of years of planning and forbearance have all come to nothing today!"

"You will die a miserable death!"

"I swear to kill you!"

Gris roared angrily in the house. Only eight of the nine soul marks on his heart were still lit, and the remaining one was completely shattered. The smallest one was also gray and dim.

This means that one of the incarnations that he had devoted all his resources to cultivate has completely perished.

Although the other one is still alive, his condition is very bad and far from his peak.

"The law of reincarnation! Just one step! Just one step!"

"I've searched countless universes and carefully nurtured this achievement for three hundred years, and now you're just taking advantage of it!"

"Damn it! You deserve to die!"

"Revenge, revenge is a must. Even after breaking through with the Seven Mythic Anchors, I am still invincible."

"I sacrificed the soul of a third-level peak-level incarnation to leave a mark. As long as he dares to take a step out of the spirit world, my incarnation buried in the spirit world will immediately detect it."

"But I can't break through here. I have to wait until I find that guy. After my transformed body and I arrive one by one, I will advance to the True God in the indigenous universe. If I force my way into the primitive universe as a True God, the old guys in the God Alliance will notice me."

"Lu Wenwu! And that dead dog and cat! You'd better choose a suitable burial site for yourselves!"

Gris's eyes had turned scarlet, and he kept pacing around the room, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door downstairs by the postman.

"Mr. Gris? Have you finished writing the letter that the mayor asked you to write to the bishop? I'm here to collect it!" A young man's voice sounded. "Hey, if I leave now, I can even get a meal at the Boulder City post office."

"Disgusting mortal!"

A flash of violence flashed in Gris's scarlet eyes.

The drooping gray hair turned black again, and the age spots on the neck quickly faded away and disappeared without a trace.

The qi and blood that had been declining began to surge again, and the dried flesh and blood filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into solid and powerful muscles to fill up the body again.

The shadow of the flame was reflected in Gris's eyes, releasing bloodthirstiness and evil.

He had lived in this safe universe for more than two hundred years and he no longer planned to stay there.

This place was originally chosen because it is located in a remote area and is a "withered" planet without any supernatural power.

It's safe here.

The spiritual power in the entire universe is very thin, and no one would come to such a remote and desolate place.

Every thirty years, he would escape to a new lifeless planet and choose an ordinary town to live in seclusion, which maximized the safety factor.

As an old bastard who has lived for tens of thousands of years, Gris always puts his own life first.

Even through the eight transformations of his body, he has almost mastered all the mainstream cultivation systems based on individual strength, and is a true hexagonal warrior.

But he was still extremely cautious.

Three of the incarnations are in the true demon camp, one is hidden in the God Alliance, and the original body and the other four incarnations are hidden in different universes.

The main focus is on stability.

Steady yet ruthless.

During his tens of thousands of years of cultivation, except for the early stages of cultivation, he spent the rest of the time traveling around the world in his transformed body, and his real body rarely came out.

This time he really couldn't bear it.

The plan to become a god that he had been planning for tens of thousands of years was destroyed repeatedly by the same person in just a few years. He was really broken.

Even a clay man can get angry, and even Buddha can get angry sometimes.

What's more, what's more, Gris is a man who walks on the edge of a knife and dares to infiltrate both the True Demon and the God Alliance with his own body for the sake of power?

In order to gain power, he has no bottom line and is pure chaotic evil.

“Knock knock knock!”

"Grandpa! Grandpa? I'm Henry!"

"Are you in trouble? Do you want me to?"

"Bang!"

When the young postman knocked on the door with a slightly anxious look on his face, the old wooden door slammed open, almost hitting his nose.

Henry was startled by the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Henry was originally a little annoyed, but when he saw clearly that the person who pushed open the door was not the familiar "Grandpa Gris", and the other party was wearing "Grandpa Gris"'s clothes and had a sneer on his face, his expression instantly became unfriendly and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Henry immediately pulled out the long sword hanging from the saddle behind him, glared at Gris and shouted, "Damn it! Who are you? What did you do to Grandpa Gris?"

The townspeople who heard the sound were stunned for a moment.

When they saw a stranger with a bad face named "Old Gris" walking out of the house, they immediately picked up the weapons in their hands and surrounded him cautiously.

Although I don't know the other party's identity.

But judging from the other person's evil and cold expression and his eyes flashing red, there must be something wrong with this person.

"Little Henry, go call the mayor and tell him a robber has sneaked in and Old Gris might have been killed by him!"

The burly man from the blacksmith shop stood in front of little Henry, carrying a hammer as tall as a man, glaring down at Gris, his muscles tense and ready to exert force at any time.

"Skinny boy, I don't know where you came from, but you'd better pray that you didn't do anything to old Gris! Otherwise, I will definitely hammer your head into your skinny, dry chest! My muscles, which have been forged in iron for twenty years, are not kidding you!"

"That's right, where did you come from, you thief? Haven't you heard of the name of the famous Hammer Jack in our town?"

"He used this forging hammer to smash the brains of three horse thieves!"

"Big Jack was a soldier of the kingdom when he was young! He made great achievements on the battlefield!"

"Hand over old Gris if you know what's best for you!"

"Leave behind the things you stole, and we'll let you go! Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble when the mayor comes. Our mayor is a true knight, personally awarded by His Majesty the King!"

The townspeople were talking at once.

The people here are very tough, and everyone holds at least a weapon like a stick in their hands.

Many of them took out spears and forks from their homes!

There was even an old hunter on a building not far away who had already drawn his bow and arrow, pointing it in the direction of Gris.

Gris raised his eyes slightly and looked at the burly man in front of him who was like an iron tower carrying an iron hammer. The sneer and bloodthirstiness on his face became more intense, and his eyes flashed with strong violence.

"Muscles. Another idiot showing off his muscles in front of me!"

A cold murderous intent suddenly erupted, and the bone-chilling temperature, like an ice cave, instantly made everyone's body stiff.

The overwhelming murderous intent and anger rushed in all directions.

Except for the strong man who was deliberately left behind by Gris, the faces of the other townspeople changed instantly.

Before they could react, including little Henry who rushed out on horseback to inform the mayor, all of their bodies exploded one after another, like fireworks of flesh and blood!

Whether inside the house or on the street.

Whatever you are doing.

Wherever murderous intent spreads, all life is frozen, and the flesh and blood of living beings explode and die.

The mayor keenly noticed that something seemed to be wrong in the town. He was wearing light armor and preparing to come over to take a look. Just as he mounted his warhorse, he suddenly fell off the horse.

He and his warhorse turned into flying flesh and blood, spreading across the stable filled with hay.

"What have you done! Evil devil! You are a devil!"

Blacksmith Jack's cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, and his tense muscles could no longer maintain that powerful state.

Standing in the center of the scroll of hell, the pungent smell of blood kept drilling into his nostrils.

He almost vomited.

Even the battlefield that the bards called a meat grinder when he was young, when he was cleaning up the broken limbs, was not as impactful as the one before him.

Now Jack felt that all his strength had been drained away, and he subconsciously wanted to step back.

“Bang!”

The heavy hammer fell to the ground, splashing sticky blood.

The bloody liquid, which was cold yet slightly warm, splashed on his naked skin, instantly magnifying the fear in Jack's mind countless times.

The stories I heard in my childhood and the stories my comrades boasted about when I was in the army about their experiences in the mainland came to my mind at the same time.

He staggered backward and stepped on a piece of bone that was not completely shattered. He fell to the ground with a thud, and his legs kept kicking subconsciously, trying to put even a little distance between him and the demon in front of him.

"Wizard! You are an evil wizard! A demon who will be defeated by knights and heroes!"

Jack was already somewhat incoherent, instinctively grabbing at anything that could give him a sense of security.

"Yes, evil wizards will be defeated by knights, and so will you! The mayor will be here soon. He is a knight, personally appointed by the king."

Jack's voice stopped abruptly.

Because he saw a skeleton stripped of flesh and wearing chain mail in Gris's hand.

That is the mayor's armor and sword!

Terror filled every inch of his heart.

"You mean him? Haha, as expected, muscular brutes are stupid."

Gris threw the skull over casually, causing Jack, who was already like a frightened bird, to be completely overwhelmed by despair and fear.

Before his eyes lost their luster, a slender hand was placed on his head.

With just a slight force, Jack's head exploded like a watermelon, and sticky red and white liquid splashed everywhere.

Gris wiped his hands casually on the headless corpse, and the anger on his face finally dissipated a little, revealing a hint of satisfaction.

"No wonder Lu Wenwu, that muscle-brained idiot, likes to blow other people's heads off. It really feels good."

He bathed in the sunset and walked towards the nearest city.

With every step he took, countless shadows that seemed to be intertwined between illusion and reality would rise into the sky from Gris's body and sweep in all directions.

Some of them even soared high into the sky, flew into the vast universe, and rushed towards the outside of the galaxy.

From each shadow, there erupted the powerful pressure of a god-like being, and the light of law flashed.

"Since you've brought back bad memories for me, I'll use your entire world as an appetizer before I take revenge!"

"It is an honor for you disgusting and lowly mortals to be the object of my destruction to ease my mood."

(End of this chapter)