The Lord of Reincarnation - 497. Chapter 496

Dunjun felt that the atmosphere in Shangcheng was a little weird.

A faint cloud seemed to be pressing on everyone’s heart.

The ladies are no longer keen on dances and banquets, and some private gatherings have quietly become frequent.

Even Xijie and Alice, who are in charge of liaison between the upper city and the core area, have been missing, causing the situation to continue to slide into the abyss.

Gradually, there are fewer and fewer high-class people in the upper city, and it seems that they are missing.

Dunjun knew that they might have fled out, or they might have turned into dust. After all, dust disease occurred very quickly.

He dismissed all his servants and waited quietly for the judgment to come.

“God of immortality… The people here are greedy, depraved, and bloodthirsty… But please accept their souls and forgive their sins…”

Dunjun stood by the window, looking at the dead city, muttering to himself.

Boom!

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

Dunjun opened the door and saw an old man who was wearing a coat and wrapped tightly.

“Old Henry?”

He frowned and called out the name of the person.

“Thank the Lord of Great Eyes, you are still here, you are all right…”

Old Henry came in without taking off his coat and gloves. His eyes were bloodshot and he walked around nervously: “I visited a lot of people… It’s not right… You know, we are spreading a mysterious curse in the upper city. …Many people died and turned to ashes…”

‘Actually, it’s not a curse, it’s just a plague… But from the mysterious side, the curse seems appropriate? ‘

Dunjun muttered to himself.

“So?” he asked with a frown.

“I know that the curse was spread from the core area in the first place. I saw Alice’s changes and it was her!” Old Henry looked crazy: “Some people plan to leave. We are about to perish in the distance. The only way we can survive is to unite, occupy the elevator, and hit the core area…”

“Good idea, but… I didn’t provoke a curse, so why should I go desperately?”

Dunjun showed a panic on his face and took two steps back: “It’s you…Mr. Henry, how is your body?”

“I…I’m alright… The Great Lord of Eyes blessed me. As long as I keep getting magical eyes, I will be fine, for sure…”

Henry murmured, his eyes suddenly turned black and red: “Yes…you are not sick…your eyes…can heal me…”

Stabbed!

As he muttered to himself, his body swelled and his clothes torn apart, revealing a terrifying body under cover.

On his right shoulder, one after another eyeballs grow out, like sarcomas, which can definitely make people with dense phobias scream.

His right hand also turned into sharp claws, containing unspeakable filth and evil, exuding blood and terror.

But the left half of his body became gray and black, like a shrunken limb, with a trace of cracks on it.

“Eyes won’t cure your disease…Old Henry.”

Dunjun said loudly, and immediately saw Old Henry wielding a huge right hand claw that was completely disproportionate to his size. He just supported him on the ground and he flew horizontally in front of him.

boom!

Dunjun flew out like he was hit by a locomotive head-on, smashing his back against the wall, leaving a lot of cracks: “He’s already crazy…”

Old Henry exhaled white air from his nose, and the muscles of his right arm became constricted, and he suddenly merged his many eyes into a bigger one.

The mental power with a strong sense of profanity and pollution exudes, making Dunjun feel that the surrounding environment has become blurred.

In the next moment, he saw that giant claw came in front of his eyes, and the tip was only a line away from the pupil.

“My lord…bless me…eyes…give me…”

Old Henry murmured, and the gray suddenly spread to his neck.

His left body suddenly turned to ashes, followed by his right body.

In a blink of an eye, this powerful terrorist turned into dust and dissipated.

Dunjun looked stupid and looked at the set of shriveled clothes: “Your god hasn’t blessed you…”

He looked around: “It’s not safe here anymore…”

Dunjun thought for a while, instead of cleaning up the scene, he went to the basement, dug out a cellar, and lay in.

The above destruction can be seen as a sign that he has fled or died.

And with his simple relationship, there will be no one in pursuit.

As long as you wait quietly, you can let Dust Disease solve all the opponents for him.

…

time flies.

During three days and three nights, Dunjun sometimes heard howling, sometimes praying and screaming.

Even the Moment of Every Demon was opened several times, dragging people in the upper city into hell.

The most dangerous thing is the position of the lifting platform, and many battles have broken out.

From last night, everything fell into silence.

If the dust disease problem has not been solved, then the people in Shangcheng District have died, dying of terrible diseases.

night.

The slate was pushed away, and Dunjun walked out: “Is it all over?”

He knew that in the Shangcheng District at this time, perhaps he was the only one who dared to go out.

The spread of dust disease, if you don’t know the principle, the lethality is too terrifying, and the spread speed will be very fast.

And he suspects that even if he doesn’t know the content, witnessing’dust disease’ can cause infection.

Except for his protection from the immortal god, there should be few living people in the Shangcheng District at this time.

“It’s time to take action, before the chaos completely spreads in the lower city…”

Dunjun murmured, and came to the center of Shangcheng District.

Originally, there should be a large number of guards here.

But at this time, walking through the dilapidated streets, he could see the steam armors being twisted and destroyed…discarded randomly on the side of the road.

More battle armor remained intact, standing there quietly, as if its host had fallen apart directly in the mecha and turned to ashes.

The blood stains became more dazzling near the lifting platform.

It seems that the insurgents have launched multiple attacks against this entrance.

Dunjun doesn’t care about their success or failure.

After so many days, the dust disease is enough to solve all the rioters.

He came to the elevator platform and turned the joystick.

The advantage of steam steel power is that although it is stupid and thick, except for the fragile steam pipes, other machinery is still very solid and durable.

With the sound of gears turning, the huge lifting platform slowly started and sank to the ground.

Layers of steel grids flashed past his eyes, and Dunjun seemed to be undergoing a wonderful journey. His mood was extremely calm, even if he saw the traces of a large number of battles and ashes underground.

He searched for it and came to a parliament hall. Around the highest throne, he could see dazzling gem rings and gorgeous clothes scattered around. On the velvet black cushion, only a pile of ashes remained…