Abyssal Kingdom

The original investigators died two years ago, and the like don't live long.

He didn't give up until his death. When he was about to die, he even called He Yan and asked him to help him check some clues. This persistence is shocking, so He Yan can still remember some details so clearly now.

However, he never found out anything specific, so the matter was ultimately just an urban ghost story.

He Yan didn't know many details, but Wei An listened to him, and some contexts were gradually formed.

In the scene of hell, talking about an old business case is abrupt but appropriate.After all, behind the seemingly minor abnormality, there is always a more terrifying big problem hidden, but this time it is extraordinarily surprising.

When the decisive battle was about to arrive, the stalagmites hung from the building like giant missiles.

Guiling's drawings have helped it complete the gathering of attack power, and it will become a complete form only after completing the navigation part of burning.

While listening to He Yan's speech, Wei An stared at the Lord of Hell below. It was hard to associate the two with each other in his imagination. This was an old company executive.

He stared closely, the swamp below was boiling more and more intensely, like a pot of pitch-black soup, the building was still standing, but the human body like black veins was eroding upwards.

Wei An had a feeling that it was planning some kind of attack.

It had failed to destroy the stalagmites before, but the slaves continued to climb, and the night was so dark that it was almost impossible to see anything.

This biological alienation of land, space and creatures will never allow a missile to fall on its buildings and swamps. This thing can feel its aggressiveness just by looking at it from a distance. Once it falls, it will destroy the entire building. The swamp burned dry.

Wei An stood on the stone slab, this was its place, he didn't know what it wanted to do, and how the attack would happen.

Wei An gave all the memory of his system to the missile above, and this strike was his only chance of success.

The air began to smell of medicine and corruption, becoming damp.

The sky is getting darker, not just the dull darkness, but the texture of the flesh.

Wei An suddenly realized that a large biological membrane had formed in the air... the wind blew by, and it made a desolate whimpering sound like a leather drum, and the building was still brightly surrounded like a human skin instrument.

It was rising, the swamp itself.

Wei An can always see the deepest hell lord and see its violent desire.

But at this moment, he looked too deeply.

Wei An felt that his feet were empty and he fell down.

He cannot fight, and loses control forever when caught in its dark chains, the chains of slavery.

In a few seconds, Wei An fell into the foul-smelling swamp, instantly lost all perception, and the nightmare he fell into became enormous and boundless.

He felt himself being dragged into the depths of the lair, this is such a huge, terrifying bondage, the chains grabbed the internal organs, penetrated into every cell of your body, and dominated everything.

The creature is in the center of the swamp, controlling all the autonomy of the creature, holding a genetic chain, and everything you have is not your own.

It plays with humans with malicious profanity and contamination, content to scream and mutate them more than a living organism should.

Wei An felt his body mutate rapidly, and felt its will and anger from the beginning to the end.You seem to know in your bones that this is the master, that you must do whatever it wants, that you are nothing more than a slave.

When Wei An fell, the energy in the war stopped.

The stalagmite was originally like an arrow on the string, but then the tightly prepared resistance energy stopped and decayed in the long stagnation.

There is no one to fight this war anymore, to care and to correct, all the warriors are dead, captured and enslaved.

Wayne struggled to get back to himself, its soul-grabbing for what seemed like an eternity, but something must be wrong.He was almost sure it was an illusion, but he couldn't break free at all, it was too real.

At this moment, Wei An felt a warmth in his hair, and he grabbed it with his backhand.

He grabbed the warmth he wanted and would never let him escape again.

At the same time, Wei An heard the music of vehicles and shopping malls, and someone was talking about some illegal operation of a large company, involving a kind of sticky clean energy, AC power supply, and so on.

Then Wei An realized that it was the phone call, not he heard it himself, but Gui Ling heard it.

He vaguely saw the person in front of him, the person who touched him in the dark, covered with scars, was his comrade in arms.

Gui Ling said: "Attack after 1 minute, remember to do it."

The touch of his fingers was so real that Wei An realized what had happened.

It was a hunt before the decisive battle, and the hell lord eroded his system.

This thing is in the depths of space, like a hydra, it seeped out at the moment just now, grabbing the deep system.Wei An was still standing on the floating stone slab, but what he felt just now was not an illusion, he was really caught.

He can't break free, and he doesn't need to.

Wei An knew what he should do, his mind was very clear.

But in the invasion of the hell lord who seized him with illusion, the resulting systemic pathology made the senses very real.It only took tens of seconds, a process of being eroded and destroyed, Wei An didn't even think about it, he pulled Gui Ling's wrist, and leaned over to kiss the bloody hole left by the restraint wire.

When he did this, he was very powerful. After suppressing his emotions for so long, there was a sense of madness in his actions.

The man shivered, as if he felt pain, but Wei An knew that he would always tremble when he kissed his old wound, as if he would be burned by warmth.

Wei An went to lick the bloody wound and tasted the blood. It was a terrible penetrating wound and he never felt better.Guiling's clothes were also soaked in blood, and he felt the texture of the liquid flowing out and drying up again and again, so real that it even made people overflow with the satisfaction of being saved.

Wei An's body trembled, he knew it was very sick, he didn't know what he was doing.

He just has to do it, and it's something to soothe and keep him from breaking down.

Gui Ling rubbed his hair roots with his fingertips, Wei An buried his face in his wrist, Gui Ling said: "Get ready to attack."

"I know," Wei An said, "Just bear with me, and you won't be in real pain. I promise this hell lord TM won't survive 5 minutes!"

He heard Gui Ling laughing.

Wei An's guarantee was very responsible. The stalagmite's sword was equipped and trembled slightly, about to fall.

He ignores the Helllord's attack and focuses all his attention on the stalagmite's equipment, which can end everything after 30 seconds.

This is the optimal algorithm.

In the last few seconds, neither side gave in.

The erosion of the hell lord continued to deepen, destroying Wei An's sanity.

Wei An still only conducts passive defense, focusing only on stalagmite arming.Only at this moment, he was so eager to retain the touch of the sick environment.

But as the erosion deepened, the warmth still faded away.

Wei An's fingertips tightened hopelessly, falling into an absurd and cold darkness.

He felt the flashing images of the Helllord's human memory, the brightly lit office buildings, the meetings, the gossip in the employee lounge, the hospital, the hearings, the bribery and the murder.

He also saw Mu Yucheng. In his old memory, the direct young master of the Mu family was standing in front of the French window smiling, holding a wine glass.

You will see this kind of image in advertisements or movies. Rich people often look like this. They are good-looking, have a top-notch body management, and have high-quality and expensive clothes. They are considered to be a relatively high level of human beings.Follow him, the future is a stable and bright ladder.

He also saw Mu Cong, who was already there at that time, standing behind Mu Yucheng, as low-key and obedient as if he didn't exist.

There are no words in this space, and Wei An doesn't know the name of the Lord of Hell in this world. At this point, it doesn't matter anymore.

How did it fall, Wei An only saw some silent pictures.It was the moment of sinking, the documents in one place, the mutation of the skin, go to Mu Yucheng, question, show loyalty, that person's smile.

He rushed over, but fell to the ground after two steps. Mu Cong looked at him calmly.

Then two bodyguards dragged him to the basement, and Wei An saw Mu Yucheng's silent words.

"You know too much to go back," the man said. "You guard the building and manage those annoying victims. This is what you have always done. I think it suits you."

He laughed, probably thinking he had a sense of humor.

This is a routine of murder and extermination in a typical commercial crime story, and even the process of mutation is not like the cracked creatures that Wei An has seen before.

A bloody circle was drawn in the underground parking lot, and several stacks of documents were prepared next to it—Mu Yucheng even read one in his hand, it was a list of personnel and home addresses—placed in the circle, blending into the Executive body.

He wailed and melted in it, old accidents and lawsuits from those files seared into his brain.

At the end of an hour its chains catch all the victims of the proceedings, and other related and irrelevant innocents, who are dragged screaming into the swamp and become slaves.

The appearance of Mu Yucheng flashed in its memory with a little light in the world, and there was no ugly side.

He always looked glamorous, and he was quite determined to expand his territory.There's no room for destruction in what he's about to do, and when he gets supernatural powers, he takes advantage of them naturally, and he's never felt like he deserved the best.

When the city fell and all history was erased, no one could be spared. This executive who had always followed the company's demands to commit crimes by unscrupulous means turned into a huge black polyp in the swamp.

He's the same as all these people, nailed here, alienated, just wanting to torture and control, which is his place in this hellish system.

He is gone, and Mu Cong will continue to follow behind Mu Yucheng, paving the way for everything he wants.

Its memory flashed in Wei An's mind, but only for a few seconds.

His mind is always clear and focused on the final offense.

The moment the navigation system was completed, the stalagmite's sword fell down and hit the headquarters building heavily.

This is high-enrichment fuel of astonishing quality. At that moment, it was like an ominous dawn falling on the ground. The fire was completely red, and the water and garbage were instantly vaporized. The impacting airflow crushed, destroyed, and evaporated all substances.

The red light pierced the rising dust and dominated everything, the sky of stone shattered, and Wei An tried his best to ensure that the stone slab could still support him.

The flames burned wildly, the swamp boiled, and all the garbage was burned.

The dirt, uncorrupted paper, needles, instruments, paint buckets and placards mocking them, bones and flesh, are all in it.

The darkness is still oppressive, the red is like blood bursting into light, the slaves are burning, and this place has become a huge cremation pile.

On the other side of the phone, He Yan was still talking about the illegal use of new equipment. Those people did it because they thought it was safe, but how could it be safe? The country's various safety regulations are designed to prevent such overconfidence.

He has a database of everything that raises such doubts, and it has to be recorded.

A colleague of He Yan came over to give him lemon tea and warned him not to talk on the phone endlessly, "there is still a world waiting to be saved".

He Yan replied seriously, the person he was talking to was the donor, and he was connecting with the relationship, which was much more important than cleaning.

Wei An listened to the chatter over there and watched the scene of the explosion in front of him. All these things were so incongruous, yet they became one at such a moment.

"Go and clean up," Wei An said, "it will be fine."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

In front of Wei An and Gui Ling, the hell lord rushed upwards screaming in the flames.

It is no longer in the appearance of a successful human being, and it is no longer hidden at the bottom of the swamp. A bomb with sufficient yield will work against any monster.

It was a pitch-black polyp-like thing, a huge office chair and its legs had melted into a mollusc form.

It began to deform, became flat and frantic, and the human skin in the air also burned. Wei An saw the shaking chains, as if the mouthparts it grabbed and transformed were also burned to ashes.

At the moment of the highest peak, a huge jellyfish rises from the fire and floats into the sky.

Its diameter is more than 30 meters, and its momentum is astonishing. The stone sky has completely collapsed, and the light-made aquatic animal-like phantom swims to the dark sky.

The firelight rising below has countless small jellyfish light clusters, heading for the lightless night together.

This is the only thing that ancient civilization can give, and after many years, it still provides this end.

Wei An turned his head to look at Gui Ling.

"I will go to the R&D department next. They are separated on both sides. From the memory of the Lord of Hell, there should be a branch in the west." He said, "In addition, I also want to go to the hospital, the court and the victims' activities." Take a look at the center."

He went to the building again: "He didn't sign his contract in this building, but it must have started in one of these places."

Gui Ling has been watching this spectacular explosion.

Wei An thought of the way he watched the fireworks with himself, or the way he stayed outside whenever he had a chance, looking at the world.The light of the world is reflected in his eyes, and he looks very young, nostalgic for life.

Now this light does not shine in his eyes, he is in a very far away place, the light cannot enter, so he looks only dark.

But he watched it with focus and anticipation, which made him young again.

"Okay," Gui Ling said, "Go, you are familiar with these things."

Still watching the firelight, the jellyfish were getting smaller and almost invisible.But more floated out of the firelight, forming an arc of light reminiscent of the migration of glowing jellyfish in the depths of the ocean.

If he will sink into darkness, where he is not, the war is still going on.

Like what he's been through many years ago, when he's the one to watch his mate die and come up from behind and say, "I'll take care of it."

At that time, he had the ability, brought the system, knew the rules, felt pain about many things but could not do anything about it.

Now, he looked back at Wei An with a smile.This is a young, happy and satisfied smile.

"I knew it," Gui Ling said, "I was right."