Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 365 The Birth of the Evil Dragon
The main street in front of the palace was a central avenue reserved for the emperor's processions or major ceremonies. It was about two hundred paces wide, spacious and magnificent, to demonstrate the emperor's grandeur.

At this moment, the Imperial Guards stood in formation, creating an imposing atmosphere.

Leading the group was the Grand Commander of the Imperial Guards, clad in magnificent golden armor, with a stern expression and an imposing presence as unshakeable as an impregnable fortress.

The majestic city gate stands atop the thick palace walls, with its flying eaves and bracket sets, exuding imperial grandeur.

Beneath the vermilion tiles, Lu Shaoqing, who usually lived a simple life deep within the palace, stood with his hands behind his back behind the railing, looking down at the palace walls below, his expression indifferent.

He was dressed in a golden dragon robe, exuding unparalleled nobility, but without armor.

If a struggle could draw the emperor's personal attention, it meant that his rule was in grave danger.

His appearance at this moment is intended to reassure people and deter all unscrupulous individuals.

The overwhelming military might further reminded everyone not to forget the methods he used to seize the throne.

Lu Shaoqing was surrounded by heavily armored generals, all of whom were his trusted confidants, and their auras were profound.

Wei Miao was also on the city tower.

She gazed at the capital city, its flames flickering, thick smoke mingling with the dark night.

Her gaze swept over Lu Shaoqing's retreating figure, without a trace of anxiety.

She knew that the emperor was not entirely inactive in the shadows; he left her room to act freely because he was confident he could cover his tracks.

For example, the imperial guards in front of the palace.

No chaos dared to spread here.

But Lin has not yet appeared.

Meanwhile, in the Yanzi courtyard of Nu City.

Kou Yu heard that the commotion outside had subsided considerably, and guessed that most of the slaves had already come to the ground.

The soothing and melodious music continued for a moment, but it had little effect on him.

He couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of the ceremony he would be personally performing later.

This ceremony was so grand that it involved everyone!

All the power of faith will be exhausted, just to create a behemoth that will wreak havoc on the capital.

Dark, fallen wings unfurled behind him. Kou Yu faced Duke Fu'an, his posture upright, his tone pleasant and respectful.

"My lord, open the sickle, for the harvest is ripe! Trample it, for the winepress is overflowing! Your Spirit is poured out on all flesh, on all sickness..."

He chanted prayers as if singing, and a gray array rose from beneath his feet. The light in the room seemed to be absorbed by the array, plunging the surroundings into near darkness.

The grey light shone on the statue. Fu'an Gong trembled slightly, and fine cracks appeared on the painted surface, from which wisps of blue smoke escaped.

The flesh and blood within the body, carrying a filthy faith, are wrapped in bird feathers, both melting away.

Faith is infused into the shimmering, water-like Nine Dragons Jade Seal.

The bluish-green jade seal was slowly stained with blood.

A roar, seemingly filled with anger and resentment, exploded forth, intertwining with the increasingly loud prayers.

In the capital city.

A patient who was praying desperately in front of the statue of Fu'an was staring blankly at the image of the deity.

He thought he saw the statue sway slightly.

The paint on His body seemed to be fading.

The patient rubbed his eyes and looked again.

The statue suddenly shattered into several pieces before him.

He was startled and jumped up from the ground, croaking, "Lord Fu'an has appeared to me!!!"

Before the words were finished, an invisible wave spread out from the shattered statue.

The patient was swept by this invisible wave and suddenly felt unbearable pain in his body.

He fell to the ground, groaning and writhing helplessly.

Finally, his pain stopped. He was no longer breathing and remained motionless.

The essence, energy, and spirit—the very source of life—are extracted by some force and rise up as a faint gray mist.

His neighbor was not spared either, turning into a cloud of gray mist amidst screams.

In the capital, this scene was playing out at the same time in different regions.

There are many people who possess the statue of Fu'an Gong. Even the Imperial Medical Academy has one, which was originally used for research, but after failing to achieve the desired result, it was placed in a corner that no one cared about.

At this moment, it shattered silently, and Lin Ming and the others watched in astonishment as the patients cried out in pain, at a loss for what to do.

In just a few seconds, these patients' eyes widened and they all went to heaven.

Lin Ming observed the gray mist emanating from them and attempted to cast a healing spell.

The green light pierced through the gray fog, but it was completely useless.

These mists are a form of energy, containing mottled vitality and spiritual power, all bound together by some force. Though visible to the naked eye, they have no physical form.

Because of his own path, Lin Ming could sense the power of plague within it, and he recalled one of Miss Crow's methods: "Virus resonance?"

Viral resonance can link all viruses together, allowing them to share evolution, resistance, and other traits.

Such a consistent pattern of sudden deaths reminded him of this auxiliary method.

But he couldn't explain what he was seeing; he just had a bad feeling.

Something big is about to happen, something even bigger than the current slave rebellion.

In the vast darkness of night, countless wisps of gray mist drifted upwards from the houses.

Many of the martial artists who were caught up in the street fight witnessed a bizarre scene.

The mortals who were clearly dead were making strange movements.

Gray mist condensed from their corpses and drifted upwards. But their gray mist was much thinner than that of patients who died suddenly.

For a moment, many people stopped in alarm and looked up at the sky.

For some reason, they felt a sense of oppression around them, and had a vague premonition.

Only a select few, even those from the highest ranks or the Seventh Sect, can see what is happening in the sky.

Because the color of the fog is similar to that of the night sky, it is not easy to see when the fog is thin.

Standing atop the city tower, Wei Miao saw a dark cloud hovering a hundred meters above the ground, with countless wisps of gray mist flowing towards it from the capital city below, making it appear even more solid.

Those dark clouds were the product of countless wisps of fog converging; they were churning and taking shape.

In the east, northeast, north, northwest, southwest... there is a dark cloud in each of the eight directions.

Among them, the dark clouds in the southwest corner were the largest, almost covering the entire city.

This scene was so spectacular that it left the well-informed old men on the city wall speechless.

It is also unsettling.

What's brewing in the dark clouds? No one can predict what will happen next.

Apart from the vast expanse.

Having seen the statue of the deity Fu'an Gong and learned of the existence of the power of faith, and considering Dantalin's actions, she foresaw the current situation.

After all, she was a ritual master, having practiced sacrificial rituals and observed transmutation rituals, giving her more experience than at least 90% of the players.

If she wasn't mistaken, the prophecy about "the birth of an evil dragon" was about to come true.

A general asked whether to investigate the origin of the gray fog and nip it in the bud.

Currently, dark clouds are drawing nourishment from the capital. Whatever happens, stopping the enemy is never a bad thing.

Lu Shaoqing didn't answer, but instead posed the question to Wei Miao: "What does Minister Pei think?"

Wei Miao always felt that Lu Shaoqing knew about her behind-the-scenes actions.

She said directly, "I believe we should observe for the time being."

Lu Shaoqing waved his hand and said, "Let's wait and see."