As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 103 Nightmare Tide
In a sense, DBS-441 is crazy.

Like many unfortunate wilderness dwellers, it suffered from a severe, irreversible spiritual erosion.

Now, what occupies its computing core is mainly the residual soul of the "Abyss Demon Lizard".

"The First Age, the Phantom Demon Civilization", has thousands of cruel, brutal, treacherous and extremely terrifying magical creatures.

The Abyss Lizard is one of the most terrifying species.

This terrifying reptilian magical creature can not only use shadows to limit its breath and whereabouts, but also seem to be able to sneak into the darkness and jump directly from one shadow to another.

It is also good at using brain waves of special frequencies to stimulate the brains of intelligent creatures, evoking the most terrifying images deep in the soul, and then continuously expanding this fear, and feeding on the fear-filled flesh and blood of intelligent creatures. It is simply an absolute nightmare beast.

Ever since that Old One came, DBS-441 has been out of control, lurking deep in the wilderness, waiting for an opportunity to hunt humans.

It harvested the fear-filled flesh and blood, and even the souls, of humankind as if they were ore. In just three years, it left behind countless horror legends. Even a desperado like "Festering Quick" could not help but shudder at the mere mention of it.

Over time, people changed its number to a more intuitive name:
Chariot of Terror!

The major forces in the wilderness area have tried to hunt down the "Dread Chariot" more than once.

But it has a sense of crisis and sensitivity like a living being.

Deep in the wilderness, there are countless ruins of towns that are hundreds of years old.

Among the ruins, there are rusty and broken mechanical wreckage everywhere.

If the number of hunters is small and their strength is weak, the Dread Chariot will take the initiative to attack and create a bloody nightmare.

If the hunters are numerous and powerful, it will lurk deep in the ruins, blending in with tens of thousands of mechanical wreckages, leaving humans in a dilemma of looking for a needle in a haystack.

By the way, ever since the last time a "Spirit Hunting Team" consisting of three wilderness gangs tried to capture the Dread Chariot in the "Ashes Ruins" area and was completely wiped out, the festering Quick hadn't heard any news about this killing machine for more than half a year.

Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of the big boss.

"We want to fix the Chariot of Terror."

The big boss gritted his teeth and said, "You know how many out-of-control machines and ghost tanks are still scattered around the wilderness area. If we can find a way to repair them, it will bring astronomical benefits!"

Indeed, every time a natural disaster strikes, the evil spirits of the past will not only regard human flesh and blood as the best safe haven.

In the absence of human invasion, an automated mechanical body with a sturdy shell and advanced computing core is also a good choice.

Especially in the decades immediately following the Cataclysm, in the heavily polluted and radioactive land, bodies of steel had a higher chance of survival than those of flesh and blood.

Countless remaining souls of the past are now parasitic in the mechanical wreckage.

Until the computing core is completely scrapped, they are like ghosts composed of gears, bearings, hydraulic rods and computing cores, wandering the earth in search of energy and replacement parts, posing another major threat to humans besides mutant creatures.

If we can really eliminate the "Abyss Lizard" within the computing core of the Fear Chariot and form an effective methodology.

The technology companies in the safe zone will definitely not be stingy and will offer sky-high bounties.

Unfortunately, the level and technical strength of this underground laboratory are far from enough to solve one of the chronic diseases plaguing the residents of the wilderness.

They could only barely seal the "Abyss Lizard", but could not completely pull it out of the computing core of the Fear Chariot.

And now, even the seal has been lifted by a mysterious force.

This killing machine, which seemed to have emerged from a nightmare, was even filled with energy and equipped with seven or eight types of mining equipment, including impact drills, mechanical claws, and hydraulic hammers, capable of crushing ore.

"Why didn't you mention this damn thing in the intelligence you transmitted to the Black Dream Organization?!"

Seeing that the Terror Chariot had entered "perfect operating condition", the festering Quick wished he could kick the big boss into the Metal Ghost's ore crusher.

"Because I didn't plan on taking this damn thing away!"

The big boss growled, "After we evacuate, I plan to blow up the lab and leave the Dread Chariot deep in the ruins to cause some trouble for the excavators!"

"You idiot—"

The festering Quick was so angry that he wanted to corrode the boss's skull completely to see whether it was brain matter or air inside.

But in the face of the fear chariot's sharp metal claws and the harsh noise of scraping against the wall, the two murderers could only put aside their disputes and work together.

Especially when the Chariot of Terror swung out the chain-connected ore crusher, blasting the ceiling behind them and blocking their only escape route.

The two had no choice but to activate the strongest form of their guardian spirits at the same time.

In an instant, the rock giant behind the big boss suddenly grew in size, and hot magma gushed out from the iron-hard cracks in the rock.

A yellow-brown, decayed knight emerged behind the festering Quick, with poisonous acid flowing from the cracks in his rusty armor.

The Decayed Knight swung his sword, and acid rained down on the Chariot of Terror like a torrential rain. It corroded the metal shell at a speed visible to the naked eye, and formed a huge pool of acid at the feet of the killing machine.

Along with the mysterious chanting of the ancient witch came from his deeply sunken chest, hundreds of bubbles emerged from the acid pool as if it was boiling.

The bubbles burst, and the yellow-brown acid mist and the scarlet blood mist of the Fear Chariot devoured each other and strangled each other repeatedly.

Seven or eight acid-dripping skeletons even crawled out of the acid pool, screaming and rushing towards the Chariot of Terror.

But it was mercilessly torn to pieces by the metal claws of the Chariot of Terror.

"Why don't you take action?" The leader of the Swamp Gang had a fierce light in his eyes, which seemed to pierce through the boss' chest.

"Follow me!"

At the critical moment of life and death, the big boss merged with the magma giant behind him, transformed into a blazing torch, and led the brainwashed armed guards to rush forward fearlessly!
……

Even though Xu Yan was still sneaking among the burning ruins a hundred meters away.

I could still sense the violent tremors deep underground, as if an underwater volcano was tearing through the earth's crust and rising slowly.

Along with the deafening explosions and hysterical shouts, there was also a raging mental storm.

In the center of the storm, the first to be hit was Director Monk's extremely intense fear before his death.

The old vampire's fear seemed to transform into a human figure surrounded by black flames. It lay in front of Xu Yan and reached out to him for help.

This horrific appearance made the original body's obsession feel a joy that cannot be described in words, as if a great revenge had been achieved and it was full of satisfaction.

But after a moment, it turned into increasingly violent dissatisfaction.

It was as if he deeply regretted why he didn't do it himself, witness Director Munch wailing and trembling in the extremely cruel torture, and personally open the gates of hell for his deformed and ugly soul.

This dissatisfaction was so strong that Xu Yan could even hear the "squeaking" sound of obsession burning his skull.

He could only grit his teeth and repeatedly tell Zhinian that Director Monk was just an executor and a knife of the mastermind behind the scenes.

The big boss is still alive, and he is the real controller of this underground laboratory.

No, even the big boss is just a tool that can be discarded at any time.

The real masterminds behind the scenes are the wealthy and powerful card-making and pharmaceutical companies in the Alliance of Heroes.

It was they who built underground laboratories in the planned area for their own benefit, treating the wilderness refugees as a price to be squandered at will.

"No, don't be impatient.

"The feast of revenge has just begun, and Director Monk is just the appetizer.

"Believe me, since they regard us as 'price', we will definitely let them know what the true 'price' is!"

Xu Yan took a deep breath.

I sensed that the original body's obsession was gradually subsiding.

The fire of revenge that burned in his skull transformed into surging vitality, nourishing every cell and every nerve, making him feel the vitality that was springing up like bamboo shoots after rain again.

Your life level seems to have improved.

A pleasant message appeared before my eyes.

boom!
Boom boom boom!

The shaking deep underground was even more intense.

The underground laboratory seemed to have become a lone boat in the raging waves, tossing up and down between the crests and troughs of the waves with a drop of dozens of meters.

More ripples of residual souls surged like a tide.

“This smell of flowing magma should be the guardian spirit of the big boss.

“And this evil spirit filled with the aura of corruption is the leader of the Swamp Gang, Festering Quick.

"But what is this evil spirit that is filled with a sense of fear and seems to have come from a nightmare?"

Before Xu Yan could react, he discovered that invisible ripples of evil spirits flooded the entire underground space like a black tide, invading his brain through every possible means, stimulating his long-forgotten memories, and opening the floodgates of fear.

Xu Yan felt like he was in a nightmare, with hallucinations everywhere before his eyes.

In a trance, he saw himself.

I saw myself surrounded by blood flames, with countless blood-red blades surrounding me, cold eyes and a hideous appearance.

He saw himself in this "blood blade form" hunting down cultivators from different sects, even the Wanhun Sect itself, in a series of blurry and bizarre illusions.

From the Qi Refining Stage to the Foundation Establishment Stage, and then to the Core Formation Stage.

The level of his "prey" is getting higher and higher, and the magic weapons he controls are becoming more and more powerful.

However, no matter how dazzling the opponent's magic skills were, or how unfathomable his realm was, they could not withstand his blood-thin blade, which was as light as a feather but left no trace.

The fleeting picture is missing most of the details.

Only the extremely terrified expressions of each cultivator before their death are portrayed in exquisite detail and vividly.

And in their gradually solidified eyes, was deeply imprinted the increasingly ferocious "Blood Blade" Xu Yan.

At the end of the nightmare, countless frozen eyes hung above his mind like gray light bulbs.

In the center of the light bulb, countless bloody Xu Yans gave him a meaningful smile.

(End of this chapter)