The Lord of Reincarnation

Dun Jun felt that the atmosphere in Shangcheng District was a bit weird.

A trace of cloud seems to be weighing on everyone's heart.

Ladies are no longer keen on balls and banquets, and some private gatherings have quietly become more frequent.

Even Xijie and Alice, who were in charge of connecting the upper city and the core area, disappeared without a trace, causing the situation to keep slipping into the abyss.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer high-class people in the upper city, as if they had disappeared.

Dun Jun knew that they might have gone out to escape, or they might have turned into dust. After all, the onset of dust disease was very fast.

He dismissed all his servants and quietly waited 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..."

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

Boom!

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

Dun Jun opened the door and saw a tightly wrapped old man in a coat.

"Old Henry?"

He frowned and called out the person's name.

"Thank you Lord of the Great Eye, you are still here, you are fine..."

Old Henry came in without taking off his coat and gloves. His eyes were bloodshot, and he walked back and forth uneasily: "I visited a lot of people... something is wrong... you know, a mysterious curse is spreading in our upper city ... many people died, reduced to ashes ..."

‘Actually, it’s not a curse, it’s just a plague... But from a mysterious perspective, the curse seems to be very appropriate? '

Dun Jun was talking to himself in his heart.

"So?" He raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I know that the curse was first spread from the core area. I saw the change in Alice, and it was her!" Old Henry said with a frenzied expression, "Some people are planning to leave. We are about to perish, and the only way for us to survive is to unite, occupy the elevator, and hit the core area..."

"It's a good idea, but... I haven't been cursed, why should I go all out?"

A look of panic appeared on Dun Jun's face, and he took two steps back: "It's you...Mr. Henry, how is your health?"

"I... I'm fine... the great Lord of Eyes has given me blessings, as long as I keep getting magical eyes, I will be fine, for sure..."

Henry murmured, his eyes suddenly turned black and red: "Yeah...you are not sick...your eyes...can heal me..."

Stab it!

While talking to himself, his body swelled, his clothes tore open, revealing a terrifying body under the cover.

On his right shoulder, eyeballs grew out one after another, densely covered like sarcoma, which would definitely make people with trypophobia scream.

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

But the left half of his body turned gray and black, like a shriveled limb with a few cracks on it.

"Eyeballs don't cure your disease...old Henry."

Dun Jun said loudly, and immediately saw old Henry waving a huge right claw that was completely out of proportion to his body,

Just holding on to the ground, the person flew in front of him.

boom!

As if being hit head-on by a locomotive, Dun Jun flew upside down, slamming his back against the wall, leaving a lot of cracks: "He's gone crazy..."

Old Henry exhaled white air from his nose, and the muscles in his right arm were constricted. He suddenly fused many eyeballs into one bigger eyeball.

The spiritual power with a strong sense of profanity and pollution emanates out, making Dun Jun feel that the surrounding environment has become blurred.

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

"My lord...bless me...eyes...give me..."

Old Henry muttered, gray suddenly spread to his neck.

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

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

Dun Jun looked blankly, looking at the shriveled clothes: "Your god didn't bless you..."

He looked around: "It's not safe here..."

Dun Jun thought for a while, but instead of cleaning up the scene, he went to the basement, dug out a cellar, and lay down in it.

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

And with his simple relationship, there will be no one who will chase after him fiercely.

As long as he waits quietly, Dust Disease can solve all opponents for him.

...

time flies.

During the three days and three nights, Dun Jun sometimes heard wailing, and sometimes heard prayers and screams.

Even the Moment of Encountering Demons has been activated several times, dragging people in the upper city into hell.

The most dangerous thing was the location of the elevator, where many battles had already broken out.

And since last night, everything has been silent.

If the problem of dust sickness had not been solved, then the people of the upper city were all dead, dying under the terrible disease.

night.

The slate was pushed away, and Dun Jun came out: "Is it all over?"

He knew that he might be the only one who dared to go out and take action in Shangcheng District at this time.

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 suspected that even if he didn't know the content, witnessing the 'dust disease' with his own eyes would also cause infection.

Apart from the fact that he has the protection of the God of Immortality, there should be few living people in Shangcheng at this time.

"It's time to start taking action, before the chaos spreads completely in the lower city..."

Dun Jun 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 steam armors distorted, destroyed... randomly discarded by the side of the road.

More battle armors remained intact, standing there quietly, as if their hosts had fallen apart in the mechas and turned into ashes.

The bloodstains became more glaring near the lifting platform.

It seems that the rebels have made multiple attacks against this entrance.

Dun Jun doesn't care if they succeed or fail.

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

He came to the lifting 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.

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

Layer after layer of steel grids flashed in front of his eyes. Dun Jun seemed to be experiencing a wonderful journey. His mood was extremely calm, even though he saw a large number of traces and ashes of battles underground, he was still the same.

He searched and came to a council hall, where he could see around the highest throne, all kinds of dazzling gemstone rings and gorgeous clothes scattered, on the black velvet cushion, only a pile of ashes remained...