Chapter 614: Overwhelming Hatred (10,000)

In the illusion, the woman died.

The illusion ends here.

The ground covered with piles of bones and countless evil spirits with twisted limbs appeared before everyone's eyes again. The woman in the beige dress was still neurotically repeating, "Don't take my child away."

Everything seemed to be back to normal.

However, Ron and his companions seemed to be still immersed in the previous illusion and could not break free for a long time.

The fate of the baby can be imagined. Without the nourishment of his mother's blood, he will soon die of hunger.

Now everything seems to be gradually becoming clear. After her death, this woman turned into a ghost because of the strong obsession and hatred in her heart.

The strength of evil spirits, resentful souls, and evil ghosts is closely related to their power when they were alive. The stronger they are when alive, the more destructive power the undead creatures they turn into after death.

But at the same time, their strength is also related to another factor, that is, the obsession before death and the hatred in their chest.

The stronger the obsession and the more intense the hatred, the more ferocious the ghost will be after death.

Judging from the images presented in the previous illusion, this woman was not particularly powerful when she was alive. She could barely be considered a cultivator, but her strength was very average, otherwise she would not have been unable to struggle at all in front of those patrol members.

However, this woman relied on the obsession in her chest that could not be resolved even by death, her love for her children, and her hatred for the Andre family, and became an extremely powerful ghost. During this long period of time, she experienced countless battles in the Soul Burial Forest, and eventually she even became the well-deserved Ghost King in the Soul Burial Forest.

The Ghost King, relying on his tyrannical strength and his natural aversion to all living things, has become a natural barrier outside the Andre family's lair. There is no need for the Andre family's masters to take action, as the Ghost King will help eliminate all invaders.

Looking at the infant spirits around this woman, although most of them have twisted limbs and hideous faces, when they look at the woman, one can clearly feel their dependence on her. Almost all the infant spirits in the entire Soul Burial Forest regard this woman as their mother.

And this woman never refuses anyone who comes to her.

She takes care of every infant spirit equally as if they were her own child.

Killing the invaders of the Soul Burial Forest might also be protecting their own children. After all, although these infant spirits look scary and their number is extremely exaggerated, their strength... to be honest, is not that good.

Even a legendary practitioner would probably kill a lot of infant spirits. Every time an intruder appears, it could be a disaster for these infant spirits.

However, to this ghost mother, this ghost king, the strength of a legendary practitioner is not worth mentioning.

Beings like ghosts don't practice cultivation and break through barriers like normal creatures, so their realm is not so obvious. It was difficult for Ron to determine the level of this woman's strength. However, the moment he saw this woman, he could feel an inexplicable chill.

There is no doubt that this woman is capable of causing harm to him.

"Don't take my child away..."

"Don't take my child away..."

The woman seemed to be immersed in her own painful memories, unable to extricate herself. Her lips moved and she neurotically muttered the same sound, with resentment in her voice.

Suddenly, this powerful woman seemed to sense something. She raised her head abruptly, and stared at Ron, Patridge, Hefferson, and Philomena with her dark red eyes.

The originally pretty face was twisted into a ball in an instant, almost turning into a whirlpool of horror.

Two scarlet blood beads rolled down the corners of the woman's eyes, leaving two scarlet marks on her pale cheeks.

His eyes were covered with dense bloodshot, madness, violence, anger, disgust, hatred...all kinds of negative emotions, sweeping around like a tsunami.

For a moment, a large area was shrouded in an indescribable, disgusting smell of blood and stench.

The infant spirits around also became restless, and all kinds of chaotic and noisy baby cries filled everyone's ears almost instantly.

An indescribable irritation instantly filled my mind.

At this moment, the woman suddenly raised her head.

The scarlet lips stretched out hard, the corners of the mouth almost cracked to the base of the ears, revealing a mouth as hideous as a blood basin. At the same time, a cold and gloomy voice also rang out at this moment: "You..."

"Are you going to take my child away too?"

Buzz.

As soon as the voice fell, an invisible impact appeared instantly.

Patridge's face changed slightly, and his magic wand slammed on the ground in front of him with a bang. A translucent light shield appeared out of thin air, directly protecting Ron and the others within the light shield.

The next moment, there was a loud bang.

The invisible impact hit the light shield heavily.

Patridge, a demigod and a sage, obviously did not anticipate the strength of this woman. The terrifying force penetrated the protective shield, and the sage's body leaned back slightly, and a strange paleness appeared on his old face.

The translucent protective shield was unable to completely withstand such a violent impact. With crackling sounds, circles of cracks quickly spread on the protective shield.

This scene made the other three people couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.

Although the relationship between the three and Patridge was not very good, they still acknowledged Patridge's strength. Judging purely by his realm, Patridge was definitely the strongest among the three.

Unexpectedly, the woman's casual scream almost made Patrick unable to stop it, and his evaluation of this woman in his heart increased by one point.

Although the attack just now was a sudden surprise and Patrick's response was hasty, it was enough to show the strength of this woman.

What was even more bizarre was the way the woman attacked. Although you could hear her piercing scream, which felt like a sonic attack, you couldn't detect any trace of sonic waves in the air.

The moment the woman finished speaking, the impact had already reached everyone.

Of course, even so, people would not be scared just because of a female ghost.

Although the female ghost was powerful, she was no match for Ron and the others. Even with the densely packed infant spirits nearby, it was still not enough.

Ron took a step forward.

As a believer of the Goddess of Dawn and wielding the power of dawn, no one is more suitable than Ron to deal with these evil creatures.

The ghost girl's scream was like a signal for attack.

As the woman's voice spread in the Soul Burial Forest, more and more strange voices began to be heard from all directions. The dense voices mixed together and turned into horrifying sound waves. Even the large trees in the Soul Burial Forest seemed to be affected and began to shake violently. The thick fog floating in the air rolled violently, like dark clouds covering the sky.

Near the female ghost, behind the encirclement, more and more hazy ghost shadows appeared. For a moment, Ron even wondered if he had fallen into hell.

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions? I don’t know.

Ron no longer knew how many ghosts were swarming in from all directions. When the number reached a certain level, it seemed that there was not much difference.

But even so, Ron's expression was still normal, and his cold eyes just glanced around casually. Just as the countless evil spirits began to wriggle on the ground and crawled towards him, Ron suddenly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and a snapping sound was heard.

The next moment, a rising sun appeared out of thin air behind Ron.

Bright and soft white light gathered behind Ron, hazy and soft.

The sun rises.

To be precise, it was the forbidden spell of the rising sun and dawn that had not yet been fully released.

Just as the rising sun appeared, Ron could immediately hear bursts of shrill screams coming from all around him. The ghosts that were originally swarming towards him suddenly stopped, their souls kept squirming, and each pair of eyes of various shapes seemed to be filled with indescribable fear.

They did not know what the power of dawn was, nor did they understand what effect the rising sun would have.

However, the light released from the milky white sphere made them instinctively fearful.

The light was soft and warm, but when it shone on them, it was like red-hot irons, making them feel as if their souls were about to evaporate.

Nemesis, it really is a nemesis.

Even if there were a million ghosts, what would it matter? They were just unlucky to have met Ron.

Ron was sure that perhaps this move of the rising sun could not kill the female ghost. After all, the strength of this female ghost was extraordinary.

However, with one move of the rising sun, all the ghosts within a radius of several thousand meters were swept away without any difficulty. Ordinary ghosts would have no way out except to be shattered into pieces when encountering the forbidden spell of the dawn system.

If Ron was a little more ruthless and used compression techniques to highly strengthen the Rising Sun, it would not be impossible to directly destroy all the ghosts in the Soul Burial Forest.

To the Ghost, the rising sun is a nuclear weapon.

Nuclear weapons are always most terrifying just before they are launched.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Seeing a large number of ghosts wailing in fear, the ghost girl's face suddenly became more distorted, and her eyes looking at Ron were filled with extremely strong hatred. She wished she could tear Ron into pieces.

But, she couldn't.

Even the female ghost found the gentle rising sun difficult to deal with.

Although she would not be killed directly, if she attacked the man, causing the Rising Sun in the man's hand to explode and the dawn to burst out completely, she would not be able to bear the consequences.

The female ghost wanted to kill Ron and his group, but was threatened by the rising sun and did not dare to act. Looking at the large number of infant spirits wailing under the light of the rising sun, she felt distressed, angry, and irritated. In a hurry, the woman scratched her head and face with her hands.

She seemed to want to use some kind of stimulation to come up with a solution.

It's just a pity that this stimulation is useless.

The woman pulled handfuls of hair from her scalp, blood rolled down her cheeks, leaving scarlet marks one after another. Her sharp nails tore through her skin, grabbing strips of flesh.

In an instant, the woman's beautiful face became more ferocious and terrifying.

Ron exhaled. It was obvious that although this woman retained some of her wisdom after becoming a ghost, it was...very little.

If you want to communicate with this female ghost, maybe you have to try another method.

Before this, Ron tried his best not to cause too much stimulation to the female ghost. He just wanted to threaten her so that she would calm down and sit down to talk with him. However, this method failed right from the start.

Ron hooked his finger, and the rising sun, which had been floating quietly behind Ron, suddenly rose up and hovered in the air.

Although Ron tried hard to control himself and did not let the sunlight shine completely, the soft and hazy sunlight was still dispelling the darkness around him. Even the thick layer of white bones on the ground was shining with a crystal-like luster.

"hiss."

At this moment, Ron seemed to hear a sound of people sucking in cold air. The next moment, the densely packed infant spirits all around retreated in unison. Each of them sharpened their heads and rushed behind the woman, fearing that the horrifying white light would shine on them.

Poor female ghost, although she desperately opened her arms, panicking to protect all the infant spirits, but how much space could her arms protect? Ron felt a little sad when he saw her like that.

Fortunately, Ron is not the so-called master who takes it as his mission to eliminate demons and defend the way of justice.

Even if it was a creature like a ghost, Ron had no intention of killing it.

After controlling the rising sun to float in the air and intimidating the surrounding infant spirits so that they dared not approach, Ron stopped manipulating the rising sun and even limited the light released by the rising sun to a level that could put pressure on the ghosts but not directly kill them.

After doing all these things, Ron looked at the woman in front of him again. He tried to communicate with the female ghost: "Madam, are you sure you really want to fight us to the death?"

"You should know the harm my power can cause to you. Please believe that I am not interested in exterminating all the ghosts in the Soul Burial Forest. If possible, I even hope to cooperate with you."

Ron tried to make his voice sound gentler.

When facing a female ghost who is not very intelligent, an overly aggressive attitude is likely to stimulate her already violent will. Once the female ghost loses control, things will be irreversible.

However, Ron's words were of no use. Perhaps it was because Ron revealed too much in his words, and the female ghost was obviously unable to understand. Or, the female ghost was just busy trying to protect the children around her and had no time to understand what Ron meant.

Seeing the female ghost desperately pulling the child behind her, trying to use her body to completely block the sunlight pouring down from the sky, Ron frowned slightly. He snapped his fingers again, and with a snap, the rising sun hanging in the air disappeared out of thin air.

The whole world fell into gloom and darkness again.

Without the suppression and damage brought by the sunlight, the female ghost and the large number of infant spirits behind her breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The expression on the female ghost's face seemed a bit complicated, and her bloodshot eyes stared at Ron silently, as if she didn't understand why Ron did this.

Right behind the woman, little heads popped out one after another. They were all deformed when they were alive, and basically maintained their appearance after death. Some had many eyes growing on their heads, some had no facial features at all, and some even had their heads split into two halves out of thin air. You could even see the brain inside the skull slowly wriggling.

After staring at Ron silently for a few seconds, the female ghost seemed to give up the plan of chasing Ron and the others. Even though she didn't have much wisdom left, her instinct told her that she was no match for these people. The fact that she was still alive and not dead was already because these people showed mercy to her.

The female ghost turned around, drove away the infant spirit behind her, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Ron's voice came from behind again: "Madam, do you know the Andre family..."

Andre family.

Andre...

Buzz.

The woman who was about to leave suddenly stopped. She felt as if something exploded in her mind, making a buzzing sound.

The tall body turned around suddenly, staring at Ron with eyes fixed, her face filled with extremely strong, unremovable resentment. Her pretty face became hideous and cruel, and a stream of heavy breath kept coming out of her throat, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Andre..."

Accompanied by gurgling sounds, a few syllables spurted out intermittently from the woman's mouth.

That was overwhelming hatred.

Even though the woman's wisdom had long since dissipated, and she had even forgotten who she was and what she had experienced, the three words "Andre" still had an unprecedented strong stimulation on the woman's will.

Rumble.

Thick dark clouds had begun to roll in the sky above my head at some point, and as the thick clouds collided, a bolt of thunder suddenly fell from the sky, and the bright purple lightning tore through the darkness of the entire world.

Invisible energy, far more violent and terrifying than before, was released from the woman's body like torrents of turbulent water.

With the woman's position as the center, the ground beneath her feet was cracking.

Even the towering craters around were affected by this powerful energy and were shaking violently.

Seeing this scene, Ron also swallowed silently. Who could have thought that this woman could actually cause abnormal changes in the celestial phenomena... How strong must this hatred be to cause such a devastating effect?

Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)