After using the Abyss Descent technique, this apostle of the Abyss transformed into a strange and bizarre creature.

She is a being chosen by the abyss, given the name of war, and her transformed form is deeply connected with war.

When people think of war, they almost immediately think of weapons and corpses.

However, after this person transforms, neither of these two elements can be seen on them at all.

A black power enveloped her body, and countless strange faces appeared on every corner of her body.

War is utterly bizarre, and these faces reveal the expressions that arise when people face war.

terror, madness, doubt, despair...

All sorts of negative emotions seemed to be leaking out from these strange faces.

Those faces were like souls imprisoned in hell, desperately trying to break free of their cage.

But they were trapped in this body and could do nothing.

As Jiang Wang looked at everything before him, it was as if he could already hear a series of sounds.

Negative emotions always come with a "voice," but this time, the voice appeared, yet Jiang Wang couldn't understand it at all.

Strangely enough, these negative emotions do not seem to originate from the war apostles themselves.

The current situation is somewhat similar to Jiang Wang's.

Most people, when they descend into the abyss, choose a vessel to rely on and then transform into that vessel.

Because this thing is probably the one I hate and fear the most.

Therefore, negative emotions that arise from the heart will be confined to oneself.

But in essence, this power still originates from within one's own heart.

The war apostles before us, and Jiang Wang, are not like that.

Jiang Wang couldn't muster too many negative emotions, so he could only rely on the power of emotions within the Paradise World.

The negative emotions emanating from the War Apostle certainly did not originate from her own heart.

This terrifying power was undoubtedly borrowed by her.

Jiang Wang pondered for a moment, while the War Apostle had already begun to activate the "foreshadowing" he had prepared in advance.

It is unknown who fired the first shot, or who killed the first person.

The chains of hatred have begun to spiral out of control, and people can no longer understand each other.

Some fought to protect, others to plunder; each for their own beliefs, they began to fight.

The power of the War Apostles had only been unleashed for a short time when those people seemed to have gone mad, slaughtering each other.

As Jiang Wang observed, a strange black aura emanated from the dark corners of the city.

The war broke out inexplicably.

Some people are killing, some are dying; under the influence of a strange force, these people are no longer under their own control.

"Thus, the seed of the abyss has been sown. What an enviable power."

"Exactly, this power is so convenient. If I knew this trick, I could speed up the spread of the Abyss."

"Looking at the chaotic and desperate state of these people, I am incredibly excited."

The members of the Abyss Cult all smiled happily at the sight before them.

Jiang Wang could hardly understand all of this, but for them, it was the ultimate happiness.

The Soul-Sucking Evil Woman began to put on an act; her acting skills were excellent, or rather, this was a natural performance.

After all, she borrowed the power of a soul and directly transformed into the appearance of that soul.

"As expected of the War Apostle, he accomplished this with ease."

She blended perfectly into the group at that moment.

Jiang Wang reached up and touched his chin, wondering if he should join them.

Should I say something harsh? But how exactly should I say it?

Jiang Wang was unable to answer for a moment and fell into deep thought.

"You seem to be quite special."

At this moment, the war apostle walked up to Jiang Wang, because those distorted, grotesque faces were attached to her body.

Therefore, Jiang Wang couldn't quite discern her true expression.

But Jiang Wang felt that he was about to get into trouble this time.

He failed to play the role of a follower of the Abyss well, failed to blend in with those people, and now he's been caught red-handed.

Moreover, he was captured by this apostle of the abyss.

"As expected of the War Apostle, bring endless despair to these people."

Jiang Wang spoke casually, offering words of praise to the War Apostle.

As if nothing had happened, he instantly switched to a perfect pose, demonstrating excellent acting skills.

"Strange, am I seeing things?"

The war apostle tilted its head, and its strange faces made people dizzy.

But her unique, distinctive face, with its ever-changing expressions, is a striking feature.

"I thought you were one of the chosen ones too."

She said that, then turned around and ignored Jiang Wang.

"What do you mean by 'the chosen one'?"

Jiang Wang asked, puzzled.

"Of course it's the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. In the ninety million worlds, the legends all have something in common."

"So you must have heard similar stories, right? There are four knights in total, each representing something different."

"Plague, war, famine, death."

"But actually, there is a different understanding of the white knight who represents the plague."

The War Apostle continued speaking, her gaze fixed on Jiang Wang.

That feeling of surprise from before reappeared.

Jiang Wang was pretending before, but now he has revealed his true colors.

The war apostle looked at him, and became even more curious.

"It can also be interpreted as 'conquer', right?"

Jiang Wang said that the White Horse Knight could be called either a plague or a conqueror.

This seems to be a difference in translation, or rather, a difference in understanding between different regions.

“That’s right, that’s why they came to our Abyss Cult.”

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, or the Four Apostles, actually consist of five people."

"And the one who represented conquest died not long ago."

"War Apostle," she said, walking up to Jiang Wang.

After transforming, her height became somewhat exaggerated, so she began to look down at Jiang Wang from a superior position.

Jiang Wang frowned. He could feel the other person's gaze and the power they were conveying.

All those strange faces turned to look at Jiang Wang.

The body of the War Apostle seemed to be gradually expanding, casting a huge shadow over Jiang Wang.

But Jiang Wang blinked and realized that the other party hadn't done anything at all.

The so-called change was nothing more than his own illusion.