Chapter 268 The Beginning of the Disaster!

"Something is wrong, retreat!"

There were more than one person who found something wrong. Soon, the respected priest who occupied a leading position in the village issued an order for everyone to retreat.

But it was too late.

These Sel people were not just here to die, but death was actually a relief for most of them. More importantly, they could take revenge on the Tatars. Even if they died, they still wanted revenge!

Kakaka!

Countless strange sounds rang in their ears. These Tatars were horrified to find that the Sel people they had killed stood up again!

The reason why they stood up instead of coming back to life was that the bodies of these Sel people were now all shrunk and shriveled, with only skin left on the bones. The heads looked like skulls, with protruding teeth, bent waists and hunched bodies.

No one would think that these people were still alive, especially when they were still glowing red.

"Devils, the devils of the pagans!"

As a religious system, the priests who enjoyed both secular and religious dominance in the village let out a shrill roar that was not like a human voice, and then pointed their fingers at the mummies.

"Kill them, destroy these demons!"

The fanaticism of faith made several Tata people overcome their fear of monsters, and they roared and attacked these monsters, with bullets or blades falling on these mummies.

Crack!

These corpses were as fragile as they looked, and they were extremely vulnerable. Their limbs flew and they fell to the ground one after another. However, before the Tata people could breathe a sigh of relief, they found that blood-colored mist suddenly spread among these corpses.

The bloody smell they had been waiting for for a long time rushed into their noses in a violent way.

The blood mist spread very quickly, and like a living thing, it actually went against the wind and swept towards the Tata people, and in the blink of an eye, it engulfed them all, causing a large number of ghosts and wolves howling.

Although they didn't understand what was happening, it was obvious that this was not a good thing. The Tatars, who were originally united, panicked and fled in all directions, trying to get out of the blood mist, but something worse happened.

Those mummies with red eyes seemed to come alive again in the blood mist, moving quickly and agilely, just like a pack of wolves hunting in the wilderness, rushing towards these Tatars.

"Get out of here, pagan devil!"

The Tatar holding the steel fork was strong and was also the first one to find something wrong and run wildly. He was about to break out of the blood mist, but suddenly a skinny shadow rushed over from the side, roared, and stabbed out with a fork.

Puff!

The sharp steel fork pierced the figure through without any surprise, and it didn't come out from behind, but what he didn't expect was that the other party seemed to have no feeling, regardless of it, and the body hanging on the steel fork pulled out a terrifying hole and bit his neck!

Sizzle!

The red flesh and half of the throat were torn off by the mummy, and blood gushed out immediately. Under the severe pain, the man suddenly burst out with all his strength, let go of the steel fork, grabbed the mummy's head, and pulled it off!

Boom!

The headless mummy shook and fell to the ground, and the Tata man, who had lost half of his throat, also covered his neck and fell down after a last-ditch burst!

At the last moment of his life, he suddenly saw that in addition to the cut on the chest, there was also a wound on the lower abdomen that was obviously stabbed by the steel fork. Suddenly, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

"Is this retribution?"

The divine light in his eyes gradually faded along with the blood spurting out of his neck. The strong body of the Tata man gradually shrank and hunched like a mummy. However, the blood spurting out of his body did not dissipate in the blood mist, but instead squirmed and gathered together, gradually pulling out a terrifying human figure.

After absorbing the vitality and blood of these hundreds of people, the blood mist began to spread at a very fast speed, and gradually engulfed the Tatar village in front of it. After a scream, there was no other movement.

Birds in the sky, animals hiding underground for hibernation, wild beasts returning to their nests at night, and even the grass and trees on the ground, all objects with vitality, were either withered and died, or underwent strange changes in the blood mist.

With these subtle but continuous vitality supplements, the blood mist completely enveloped the scope of the village and continued to spread wantonly on the ground, leaving a dead and silent place wherever it passed.

There were also countless mummies, blood shadows, and even more terrifying and weird shadows wandering in it, and moving away with the spread of the blood mist.

"Hiss, this effect is much stronger than I thought!"

On the high hillside in the distance where the blood mist had not yet spread, the young man with green hair covering his eyes took a breath of cold air. Even with his ferocity, he felt a chill in his heart when he saw this scene, but the others around him obviously did not have this feeling.

"That's it, that's it, this is what we want!"

"The great mother of darkness, Indra's divine punishment, cleanse this useless and filthy world!"

Beside him, some Cyrans in black robes trembled with excitement, their eyes showing strong hatred. Only the one-eyed old man at the head was a little calmer and took a deep breath.

"Moroha, are you ready?"

He looked at a black-robed man beside him. He was a burly man over two meters tall with a tattoo on his forehead. He opened his mouth and hesitated twice, then nodded firmly.

At the moment he opened his mouth, he could see that only half of the tongue of this burly man was left, and there were hideous scars on his cheeks. His eyes were firm and full of faith.

"The great mother of darkness will create a new world, and the Cyrans will once again become the masters of the new world!"

The one-eyed old man's eyes were filled with fanaticism, and then he led the remaining black-robed people to retreat in a hurry before the blood mist came, leaving only the burly man Moroha standing there, like a statue.

"A group of lunatics, it's really unreasonable!"

The green-haired man shook his head. This was also the reason why he was chosen to contact these Cyrans. If he was not cruel and crazy enough, he might not be able to suppress this group that was already on the verge of madness. Moreover, the popular belief in Indra added fuel to the fire and encouraged these behaviors. Even the young man felt that it was difficult to understand.

Along with the transformed blood field, the White Scale was also handed over to these Cyrans. The agents believed that this should be a derivative creature or one of the nodes of the spread of the blood mist, which could control the blood mist to a certain extent, so as to facilitate their actions.

But what did these Cyrans do?

They actually cut the bloody flesh directly from the White Scale and buried it in their bodies. In this process alone, it is unknown how many people died, and the remaining survivors had to enter the blood mist to experience the final test.

They hoped to use the flesh and blood of the White Scale to make themselves the manipulator and node of the blood mist, and regarded it as the only way to survive under the punishment of God.

In this world, there are beings that can no longer be considered human beings, and they are extremely nostalgic for their human identity, and there are also beings that can't wait to abandon their human identity and embrace the new world.