Mycenir frowned, and in a flash, he crossed a distance of several thousand meters and stopped a camel that was walking slowly.

He raised his eyes and saw that the camel was nothing more than a dry, cracked skeleton covered in camel skin.

The person sitting on this skeletal camel is actually a strange dark figure with a translucent body and a completely black face. Except for a pair of empty eye sockets, there is nothing else.

"Soulless, what the hell?"

A cold light flashed in Mycenir's eyes, and he raised his hand to grab the thin black figure who showed no resistance and lifted it into the air.

Just when he was about to study it, Rex's voice sounded in his ears:

"These are wild people, formed after outsiders died in the secret realm."

He raised his head and looked at the shadow man hanging in mid-air, and continued:

"If an outsider unfortunately dies here, his soul will be shattered and his body will dissipate.

Transformed into hundreds or thousands of dazed and sluggish entities with only a weak desire to eat."

"It means there is no threat and no value." Mycenir shook his head and threw the shadow man thousands of meters away.

A thousand meters away, Mu Cang leaned over and looked at the thin black figure lying in the sand pit in a daze, and said:

"Spirituality is completely dissipated, somewhere between life and death, but closer to the state of 'death'.

Well, it must be this kind of strange ‘thing’ that Bai Xiaosheng and Sang Xiaotian saw on Blackstone Street.”

…

Going round and round.

Finally, in the center of this desert, Mycenir and his team of more than ten people discovered a dilapidated town filled with deformed living corpses.

These living corpses are strong and weak.

The weak one, with only half of his body left, was still moaning and crawling around.

The strongest ones are more than ten meters tall, have over a thousand tons of strength, walk like wind, and can even release witchcraft-like abilities at will.

But for the expedition team, these strong and weak zombies are all the same, they are all capable of attacking in seconds.

Swish——

With a wave of his hand, Rex released thousands of petal-shaped ferocious blood thorns, which penetrated tall buildings and turned all the ferocious living corpses in the surrounding blocks into bloody water.

In the sky, an emaciated wizard released thunder and lightning hurricanes while releasing large-scale identification witchcraft to search for valuable things.

There was also a melee wizard, holding a thin blade, and in the blink of an eye, he cut high-rise towers into pieces together with the corpses below.

But at this time, Mycenir had already killed through the corpses and reached the center of the town.

It was a blank area that even living zombies without intelligence would have to stay away from.

A small art museum that seems to be made entirely of ivory, white and elegant.

"This place... can actually affect thinking? How to do it?!"

Mycenae pressed his temples, with a stern look on his face, and slowly entered the art gallery.

The lights in the museum are dazzling and there is no darkness at all.

But Messinier could still vaguely feel that there was some foreign object hidden in the light, 'looking' at him.

Suddenly, the large mural hanging on the wall in front spurted blood.

After a while, the ground was covered with a large pool of blood.

Then, two severed feet suddenly emerged from the thin pool of blood and ran away like living creatures, leaving a series of bloody footprints.

Mycenir raised his eyebrows and followed him calmly.

Passing by both sides of the corridor, there were portraits of faces looking at him faintly.

He walked slowly to the place where the bloody footprints finally disappeared.

It's a small warehouse.

"A ghost?"

Pushing open the door of the warehouse, Messinier saw nothing but seventeen or eight rusty iron cabinets stacked randomly in the room.

"Hidden in the cupboard?"

He smiled coldly, and instantly a strong cold air dispersed.

Kakaka!

The temperature in the warehouse dropped sharply, and the surrounding walls and ceiling quickly froze.

"Are you here?" Myceniel asked calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the iron cabinets in the warehouse began to vibrate crazily at the same time.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The doors of all the iron cabinets were twisted and bulging, as if someone was kicking hard inside each cabinet.

"I want to see what you are."

He strode towards the nearest iron cabinet, grabbed the door handle of the cabinet that was shaking, and pulled it suddenly.

boom!

As soon as the cabinet door is opened, the movement of all other cabinets stops immediately.

And Myceniel was also stunned on the spot.

He saw a beautiful woman who looked somewhat similar to him, lying in the cabinet with her eyes closed.

Quiet, as if asleep.

But Mycenir's eyes trembled and he said in a trembling voice: "Mother..."

This is his mother who has been dead for hundreds of years.

"No! She's already dead!"

Mycenir suddenly took two steps back, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Who are you? How dare you..."

"Is that Neil?"

A familiar voice made him freeze on the spot.

This is his mother's voice, this is his nickname.

Kakaka!

At this time, the iron cabinet next to it suddenly opened by itself.

Then, a pair of burnt black arms stretched out from inside and touched Mycenir's dull face.

He stared blankly at the iron cabinet... the face that had been burned beyond recognition, and his eyes suddenly turned into a lake.

"The devil who deserves to go to hell...the cousin who deserves to go to hell...the devil's evil lover...the dirty bitch...the devil's lackey...the banshee of hell..."

The familiar insults clearly appeared in Mycenir's ears, causing all the magic power in his body to riot.

Those vicious words... were from the night his mother was burned to death...

Those damn villagers...

"Neal...I feel so much pain..."

The scorched corpse said intermittently in a painful tone, "Help me...Neil...Mom doesn't want to be burned to death...Save mom...Neil...Save mom..."

"ah!

"

Mycenir suddenly covered his temples and roared, "Stop talking!"

After roaring, he knelt down weakly in front of the scorched corpse and gasped:

"Mother, I once wanted to avenge you, but... but those people are all dead! I have looked for their descendants... I have looked for them one by one... but I can't find any of them. They... are all dead.

We’re in the war...I don’t even have a chance to take revenge!”

"so……"

The beautiful woman's head suddenly appeared, resting quietly on his left shoulder, and whispered: "Are you ashamed?"

"I..." Mycenir's expression suddenly became blurred, "I... feel ashamed..."

The charred head rested on his right shoulder again and whispered: "Are you in pain?"

Mycenir struggled wildly in his eyes, but he couldn't help but said: "I... don't know."

"So...Neil..."

The beautiful head and the charred head slowly grasped Mycenir's left and right palms with their pale and pitch-black arms respectively, and inexplicably activated his rich and violent magic power, and then said in unison:

"Why don't you die?"

After saying that, he suddenly raised Mycenir's two palms, gathered two terrifying magical powers, and struck him hard on the head.
Chapter completed!