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

It can be said that all these people in the Andre family are full of anger.

Although their family rarely leaves its base and seems to have no reputation in the Dusk Continent, those who know the inside story are all respectful to members of the Andre family. Even the once-arrogant dragon clan has to behave extremely humble in front of the Andre family and dare not slack off in the slightest.

For more than ten thousand years, it has always been the Andre family that has slaughtered others. When have they ever suffered such a great loss?

With so many people dead, the survivors were filled with fear, but more importantly, frustration and anger. If they couldn't vent the pent-up anger in their chests, they would never be able to realize their dreams in this lifetime.

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

The Andre family is invincible.

This concept has long been deeply ingrained in their souls and cannot be easily reversed.

In their eyes, this embarrassment was just the result of a despicable and shameless sneak attack by Ron and his men. In a head-on confrontation, their strength would still completely crush the opponent.

However, there were only three demigods on his side, and he still had ten ancestors, and the strength of the destruction realm was several times that of the other side. As long as he didn't give the other side the opportunity to shamelessly attack, how could he lose this battle? No matter how he looked at it, he had the advantage in his hands, and there was no possibility of losing.

It was this strong self-confidence that made these people desperate. They were like a group of madmen, swarming forward like a frenzy of wild beasts. The six demigod ancestors attacked at the same time, attacking Patrich, Montelicia and the six-winged fallen angel Niafu. They believed that with double the opponent's strength, they could definitely suppress these idiots easily.

They even suspected that these people were brainless? They had taken advantage of him before, but instead of running away, they dared to come to him. Could it be that these idiots could not see how big the gap between the two sides was? Seeing the crowd approaching quickly, Ron curled his lips slightly, and stared at Regias: "Respected Sir Regias, I have a gift for you..."

Seeing the smile on Ron's face, Regias' heart trembled slightly. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt inexplicably panicked. Whenever Ron showed such a smile, something very, very bad would always happen!

At this moment, Regias saw Ron suddenly open his arms slowly, as if he was hugging something, and the smile on his face became more and more intense: "Regias, welcome to...One Hundred Demons Night Parade."

A Hundred Demons Night Parade?

Regias' pupils suddenly contracted.

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

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

Oh my god…

Ahhhhhh…

Woohoo!

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

There were screams of despair and pain, the loud cries of babies, the rustling sounds of crawling on the ground, and roars filled with anger and hatred...

Various sounds mixed together, turning into ripples that spread in the Soul Burial Forest.

The voices are different, but what is the same is that each voice is filled with haze.

As if it was pure instinct, the figures that were originally rushing towards Ron and his companions suddenly stopped. Their bodies stayed where they were. The forest, which was originally normal, suddenly became gloomy for some reason.

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

The breath exhaled from the mouth and nostrils turned into a thick white mist.

His body began to tremble slightly, and his exposed face, neck, and arms were covered with layers of densely packed small bumps. He looked towards the surrounding forest, and it felt as if there were countless shadowy traces in the dense forest, twisting and squirming, and slowly approaching.

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

They didn't know what exactly those things were in the dense forest, but ignorance was also the most frightening thing.

Whoosh! A gust of night wind blew by.

The rustling of leaves tore apart the extremely weird atmosphere of the scene.

At this moment, the moon and stars above seemed to become brighter. The bright moonlight enveloped the area, but instead of dispelling the gloom and weirdness around, it made the depressing atmosphere even more intense.

Finally, I gradually saw clearly.

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

There were densely packed figures in the thick fog, and those figures all looked very strange. Some of them were small, crawling slowly on the ground like small animals. Some of them had their heads lowered, like a stiff corpse, their whole body was pale, and their legs moved slowly forward.

Some of them have arms growing all over their backs, with arms and hands waving in the air as if trying to grab something.

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

Some of them have legs bent in a weird way, and underneath their legs are not feet but dense tentacles, wriggling forward like an octopus.

Almost every existence in the thick fog is very strange. It is impossible to find a normal figure, and the weirdness of each figure is different. The only thing in common is perhaps that all existences are extremely distorted.

These strange figures appeared from all directions and formed a huge encirclement, surrounding all members of the Andre family.

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

On every twisted, fierce, and extremely resentful face, there were pairs of scarlet eyes. Countless eyes were staring at the survivors in the encirclement.

Hiss! When they saw those faces and those eyes, even though each of these survivors was quite strong, they still couldn't help but gasp and felt like their scalps were about to explode.

Their souls seemed to be in indescribable chaos.

"It's... it's the abandoned children..."

Suddenly, someone suddenly became a little smarter, thought of something, and let out an ear-piercing scream.

In this dead silent world, the scream was so obvious that it easily reached everyone's ears.

Everyone reacted. They recognized the identities of the gloomy and twisted figures around them. These strange beings were the deformed children who had been abandoned in the Soul Burial Forest for tens of thousands of years, the children who were proven to be idiots when they grew up, and the women who had lost their reproductive ability and value and were driven into the Soul Burial Forest to fend for themselves...

They are still alive... No, that's not right, they were already dead a long time ago.

It's just death, not the end.

In another way, they continued to exist with deep hatred towards the Andre family.

They are ghosts, evil spirits, vengeful souls, and the beings in the world who have the strongest hatred towards the Andre family.

The rolling black fog was the extremely dense hatred that was emanating from them.

“Ahhhhh… don’t come to me…”

Suddenly, another shrill scream was heard from the crowd. A man was seen squatting on the ground with his hands on his head, trembling and screaming. His companions next to him recognized the man's identity.

This is a legendary guy.

In the Andre family, legendary descendants, although not as precious as those in the Dusk Continent, are still considered to have some strength and are treated quite well.

This man had three spouses. Just half a month ago, one of his spouses gave birth to a deformed baby. The man felt that the deformed baby had brought shame upon him, so he ruthlessly abandoned the child, and then... he even drove his spouse to the Soul Burial Forest.

At this moment, the man's eyes were wide open, staring at the front. There was a newborn baby covered in blood. There was a strange crack on the baby's face, from the top of the head directly to the lips. His skull did not seem to be fully formed. Through the hole in the middle, one could even see something like a walnut slowly vibrating inside.

This is his child.

Right next to the child was a woman, with bright red blood still flowing from her legs. Her hair was disheveled, her face was extremely pale, and her body was stuttering and trembling. She approached the man step by step, accompanying the baby who was slowly crawling at her feet.

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

The man howled desperately.

Every step the woman and child took towards him brought the man increased fear. His face was distorted beyond recognition and his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He waved his hands around, trying to drive the woman and child away, but to no avail.

In fact, a legendary practitioner has quite good strength and should not be in such a mess.

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

His soul was suffering unspeakable torture.

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

That is, erosion.

It's pollution.

These are changes that can only be triggered by demigods and gods.

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

This scene even shocked Ron!

Normally, although these ghosts are numerous, they are very weak and have no ability to release erosion and pollution. But what is going on in this situation? After a careful perception, Ron quickly noticed the abnormality.

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

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

Daphne is one of the very few people 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 to fire, lightning, dawn and other magic. Moreover, although the ghost has the ability to disrupt the mind, this ability is indeed very powerful for ordinary people, but for practitioners, the effect it can produce is extremely limited.

As for erosion, that is something a ghost would never be able to do.

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

The gap between these ghosts and evil spirits is simply immeasurable. 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, and that is... their soul powers seem to be connected.

That’s right, all the ghosts in the entire Soul Burial Forest, even including Daphne, although they are individual entities, are also a huge whole that is closely connected together.

Ron didn't know how these ghosts did this, but it was obvious that when these ghosts were closely connected, their strength would increase several times or even dozens of times. With the power of millions of ghosts concentrated together, they would not be much inferior to real evil spirits, and might even be more exaggerated.

Erosion was born.

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

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

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

Ron smiled gently and suppressed the doubts in his heart. He looked at the survivors again. The survivors who were originally very flamboyant became more and more solemn as more and more ghosts appeared in front of them.

That ghost was as dark as an ocean with no end in sight.

Countless figures crowded together, moving, squirming, and wailing. Every movement and every scream made these people's faces paler.

The horrifying fear was constantly tormenting their spirit and will. They couldn't help but tremble. They kept backing away, trying to get further away from these ghosts, but there was nowhere to retreat.

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

One by one, the figures began to kneel on the ground, trembling, and shouting loudly "get out of here", but the black threads quickly covered their bodies.

puff.

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

As the body twitched violently, dark brown fragments of internal organs began to spew out of its mouth. One could even clearly see a large number of strange marks on the fragments that were constantly twisting. In the open mouth, corners of the eyes, nostrils, and ears, one could clearly see milky white, round maggots drilling around.

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

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

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

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

They even felt some regret and hatred, hating why they had to survive.

If I die when the space collapses, it can at least be considered a quick and clean death. I won't have to endure the torture of despair before dying like I am doing now.

Not to mention ordinary practitioners, even those ancestors in the Destruction Realm and even the Semi-God Realm felt their whole bodies go cold. However, their strength was stronger after all, and their endurance was more exaggerated. They would not be frightened by these ghosts like those younger generations.

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

As Regias' fingers tore through the past traces, the space in front of him instantly split into two layers, upper and lower.

With a swish, the space tear spread.

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

Boom boom dragon...

Accompanied by a loud roar, big trees fell to the ground, and smoke and dust rose up.

And those ghosts that were cut apart also dissipated like phantoms.

As expected of Regias, he is extremely powerful.

Although space magic is not the nemesis of ghosts, the old thing is too powerful. The simple energy leakage is enough to shatter the ghost into pieces.

In an instant, a large blank area 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 aroused the ferocity of the remaining ghosts.

As the black fog churned violently, the screams of the ghosts suddenly became extremely sharp.

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

There were ghosts wailing and gods howling for a while.

Those crawling on the ground and those flying in the sky.

The densely packed ghost shadows turned into a black curtain, instantly covering the entire area, blocking the moonlight and starlight above.

The time for revenge has come.

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