Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

The black cloth and iron chains sank into the writhing flesh membrane, the door frame bulged, and the faces behind the window melted away, turning into a layer of oily, blackish-red cocoon.

There is a thin crack in the center of the cocoon.

There was no baby in the crevice.

There are no deformed monsters.

There is no such thing as a divine child.

There was only fog.

A cloud of black mist.

It is very small.

It was originally only the size of a fist.

But the moment it appeared, it silenced all the signs of disease in the entire camp.

The decay has stopped.

The mold stopped growing.

The corpse stopped convulsing.

Even the black blood gushing from Eli's chest seemed to freeze in mid-air, like a dog being called back by its master.

Outside the blockade, among the crowd who had already fled a hundred paces away, someone couldn't help but look back.

The man immediately knelt down.

He didn't scream.

His eyes quickly became cloudy, dark blue spots appeared under his skin, and his mouth stretched into a strangely blissful smile.

The people next to him were so frightened that they kicked him away.

But the man, lying in the mud, still stretched his hand towards the central house.

"Mother……"

he murmured.

No one knows what he saw.

No one dared to look anymore.

Black mist emerged from the cracks in the cocoon.

It has no fixed shape.

Sometimes it resembles a fetus with its eyes closed, sometimes a rotting flower bud, and sometimes a thousand mouths stacked together, breathing slowly.

But it is not complete.

It was born too early.

Lund's blood filled the last key, but it didn't give it enough time to grow.

Lady Black Raven said softly, "Not yet fully formed."

Eli heard it.

His eyes suddenly trembled.

"So what if it's not complete..."

He struggled to grab the gun.

My palms were cracked by the black frost, and pieces of flesh peeled off.

"As long as He comes here..."

"As long as He has been sick in this city..."

"Saint Laurent can never go back to the way things were!"

Lady Black Crow finally turned to look at him.

"Do you really think it will save your poor people?"

Eli grinned.

"I don't need His salvation."

"All I need is for Him to destroy everything that's happening now."

Two streams of black blood flowed from his eyes.

"Those of you who are above us, of course, do not understand."

"For those who are rotting in the ditch, destruction is sometimes a kind of fairness."

The real Xilun listened silently deep within his consciousness.

In the past, he might have laughed at Eli for being crazy.

But at this moment, he couldn't smile.

Because he had seen that ditch before.

He's the one who climbed out of that ditch.

He knew what it felt like to wait to die.

Knowing that a cold towel is on a burning forehead, but not being able to afford medicine, is that feeling of being gradually abandoned by the world.

But he also knew.

Lund would not agree.

Savi will not agree.

Those who are fed drugs, sewn into cocoons, and used as sieves will not agree.

Destruction is not fair.

It's just another executioner's knife.

Lady Black Crow seemed to sense his thoughts and said calmly, "Not completely stupid."

She gripped the butt of the gun and jerked it violently.

Eli's chest cavity exploded.

The gray-black disease ring completely collapsed.

The fourth-tier demon hunter's body slid off the crumbling wall and crashed heavily down below the clock tower.

boom!

Mud and water splashed up.

Eli lay on his back on the ground.

The chest was hollow, leading straight down to the spine, and half of the body was covered in black frost.

He stopped breathing.

The fourth-ranking priest of the Holy Yuan Black Death Cult in Saint Laurent is dead.

But Lady Black Crow was not at all relaxed.

Because the black mist in front of the central building suddenly changed direction.

It has no eyes.

But it was as if I saw Eli's corpse.

The fog contracted slightly.

The next instant, it vanished from the spot.

When it reappeared, it was already pasted over Eli's empty chest hole.

Eli's dead body suddenly arched.

It's like being straightened from the inside by countless threads.

The bones creaked.

Lady Black Crow raised her hand.

A black feather fell.

The feather blade slashed toward Eli's head.

But the black mist entered his body first.

The hollow chest of the fourth-tier physical body was filled with darkness.

The corpse opened its eyes.

The gray-white pupils disappeared.

Only two bottomless black masses remained.

boom!

The mud and water around Eli's body exploded outwards.

A ripple, invisible to the naked eye, swept across the camp.

The remaining upper half of the clock tower finally gave way and tilted violently.

A stone fell.

The stone platform where Lund stood also cracked open.

Lady Black Crow flashed back to the stone platform, grabbed Lund and the Golden Spear, and landed on a section of the still-standing crumbling wall.

She looked down at Xilen's hands.

My ten fingers are cracked.

Black lines crawled up my palms, up my arms, and then spread from my neck to the side of my face.

It felt like something sharp was trying to emerge from under my skin.

"Tsk."

She said softly.

"But it has to be now."

The real Xiren felt his body getting further and further away.

It wasn't that Ms. Black Crow pushed them away.

Instead, his physical body was being pulled by two forces that exceeded his limits.

On one side is the power of the Black Crow summoned by the bone whistle.

On one side is the not-yet-fully-born Nurlesi mist.

His third-order body was sandwiched in the middle, like a thin sheet of paper.

Eli's body stood up.

No.

That can no longer be called Eli.

His head was tilted to the left, his mouth was open to his ears, and his tongue melted into black mist and hung down.

The limbs were stretched.

The grayish-white scabs fell off piece by piece, revealing the bluish-black fascia that was constantly writhing underneath.

The underlying problems have resurfaced.

But this time, there were no patient faces in the ring.

There was only one huge, blurry eye.

That eye was not fully open yet.

The mere slit in the wall caused several bystanders in the distance to fall to the ground silently, their bodies quickly covered in black spots.

"Silen" raised his left hand.

My five fingers suddenly twitched uncontrollably.

The skin cracked.

A black feather bone pierced out from the forearm.

The second course followed immediately.

The third way.

The sound of flesh tearing could be heard in rapid succession.

Xilun's shoulders and back were hunched.

Black feathers sprouted from the wound, then were soaked in scarlet light.

His spine swelled up segment by segment, as if some enormous shadow was rising up through his body.

Lund lay on the crumbling wall, struggling to open his eyes.

He could no longer see clearly.

Only a blurry glimpse of Xilun's back could be seen, now appearing unfamiliar.

"Don't……"

He managed to squeeze out a single word.

"Don't be afraid."

"That's what Ms. Black Crow said calmly."

It's unclear whether he was speaking to Lund or to Xiren.

The next moment, Xiren's body was completely torn apart.

It didn't explode into flesh and blood.

Instead, in addition to its human form, another enormous outline grew out.

Black raven wings unfurled from behind him.

The wing bones resembled curved spears, with crimson sparks dripping from the edges of the feathers.

His arms were still human arms, but countless shadowy arms extended from his ribs and shoulders, each hand holding a different shape of black feathers, spears, bone blades, or crescent moons.

The face is still Xilun's face.

But a larger face appeared behind the face.

The face had no features.

There is only a crown made of raven feathers and the night.

Huge, ferocious, terrifying.

I can't look at it directly.

Unable to describe.

It cannot be understood.

Divine appearance!

Everyone outside the blockade who witnessed this scene simultaneously forgot that they were trying to escape.

Their brains are like they've been hollowed out.

All that remains is the most primal tremor.

Someone's eyes popped out.

Some people have lost all their teeth.

Some people kneel down and pray, but they don't know who they are praying to.

Those who look directly at the gods will suffer misfortune!

Lady Black Raven, using Xilun's body, finally revealed a trace of her mythical form.

the other side.

Eli's body was also changing.

The black mist expanded the fourth-tier physical body.

The ribs protruded one by one, like the railings of a morbid altar.

The abdominal cavity was split open, and countless umbilical cord-like strands of mist hung down from it, each strand connected to a translucent, diseased fetus.

Those sick babies were curled up, but their faces showed the pain of adults.

Behind him, the giant eye was half-open.

The whites of his eyes were rotten ash.

The pupils are endless black wells.

Countless coughs, cries, pleas, and curses came from the well.

The incomplete Nurles descended through a fourth-order corpse.

It did not speak.

But it allowed all the living to hear their most painful breath.

Xilun heard his mother's sharp curses coming from the cramped little house.

I can hear the sound of rain dripping into a wooden basin outside when I had a high fever as a child.

He heard Fowles's fist crack his sternum.

I heard Lund's suppressed cough from next door.

He heard Saiwei calling to him in the rain not to go.

All the pain was brought to the surface.

Like two hands, trying to drag him into that dark well.

Lady Black Crow sneered.

"You think you can steal my things with just this little dream?"

Mythical Raven Shadow raised a giant hand.

Countless black feathers in his hand condensed into a sky-covering spear.

The gun barrel pressed down.

All the rainwater flowing backwards in the world simultaneously transformed into black sharp edges.

The fog-shrouded Nuerles rises to the sky.

Eli's corpse opened its mouth.

No sound came out.

However, the ground of the entire camp began to rot and sink.

A black and red fleshy membrane grew wildly from the ground, transforming into a giant, diseased hand that met the black spear.

The two collided.

The world has lost its color.

Those in the distance could only see a deathly white expanse.

Then they could see nothing at all.

The clock tower is gone.

The camp is gone.

The central building is gone too.

All that remains is a battlefield repeatedly torn apart by darkness and gray fog.

No one could understand what was happening there.

All they could hear was the roar.

It was not the roar of a wild beast.

It was not a human roar.

Rather, they are two unobservable entities tearing each other apart through the fragile flesh of humankind.

One side is raven feathers, darkness, and scarlet fear.

One side is a dream of plague, corruption, and suffering.

The mythical form of Lady Black Crow repeatedly tore off the umbilical cord of Nurles's ailing womb.

With each strip torn off, a patch of infected rats silently burst open in the distance.

Nuerles Mist Shadow repeatedly nailed the Black Plague Dream into Xilun's torn flesh.

With each nail driven in, a dark blue crack appeared deep within Xilun's spirit.

He huddled in the dark coffin.

The pain was so intense that my consciousness felt like it was about to shatter.

But he did not faint.

He saw Lund protected by a black feather among the ruins and rubble.

I could see that the teacher's chest was still rising and falling slightly.

So he gritted his teeth in that void.

It must not be tilted.

Not at least not now.

In the center of the battlefield, Lady Black Crow seemed to sense his stubbornness and chuckled softly.

"good."

"It wasn't a mistake to choose you."

She raised all the shadowy arms.

Countless feather blades overlapped to form a black sun.

The giant eye behind the misty shadow of Nuerles also opened even wider.

At that moment, countless patients in downtown Victoria sat up in bed simultaneously.

A bluish-black liquid was flowing backward through the underground pipes of the Third Charity Hospital.

Patches of diseased rats that escaped from the homeless camp died.

In the old courtyard in the southern suburbs, Saiwei suddenly knelt down, clutched his chest, and burst into tears.

Inside the Brotherhood's mansion in the North District, Rhodes looked out the window, his expression suddenly changing.

At Tusol Manor, Oin is awakened from his sleep to find all the windows in his study shattering at the same time.

At the entrance to the Snow Mountain Wonderland of Dayu Dojo, blood seeped from the wound on Fowles' chest again. He looked up to the south, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.

Nobody knows what happened.

But all the extraordinary beings of the third rank and above felt their hearts being gripped by cold hands at the same instant.

South.

Above the ruins of the old textile factory.

The black sun fell.

The giant gray-white eye rises.

Two unobservable entities collided.

There was no winner or loser.

No mercy.

There is no escape route.

This is a struggle between gods, and only death can end it!

……

The moment the black sun fell, Xilun thought he would disappear completely.

But he didn't.

His consciousness was suppressed to the deepest depths, like a dying ember sealed in ice, unable to move, unable to speak, and unable to even control a single breath.

He can only watch.

Look at that battlefield, which no longer belongs to the human world.

The ruins of the old textile factory are gone.

The clock tower is gone.

The homeless camp is gone.

The rain, mud, corpses, blockade lines, and cart tracks left by bystanders were all shattered by some incomprehensible force, turning into a void of darkness and gray.

The mythical form of Lady Black Raven stood on one side of the void.

That's not just about being huge.

Rather, it is a sense of existence that makes one's conscious instincts retreat.

Raven wings obscured the sky, with crimson flames burning along the edges of the feathers. With each gentle tremor, countless black feathers would fall, transforming into spears, knives, bone blades, and crescent moons, only to vanish into nothingness in the next instant.

The faceless crown behind her hung low.

It has no eyes.

Yet it felt like a fear that could look down upon all living things.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side, Nurles's fog shadow was also expanding.

Eli's corpse was merely the shell upon which it descended.

The fourth-tier demon hunter's body had already been torn apart, with ribs protruding and the spine bent into the shape of an altar. Black mist umbilical cords hung from the abdominal cavity, with a semi-transparent diseased fetus hanging from the end of each cord.

Those sick babies didn't cry.

They opened their mouths, but emitted the gasps of thousands of people dying.

There are elderly people.

They have children.

There were workers who were so tormented by illness that they scratched their throats raw.

There are also homeless people lying in dark basements, without even leaving their names.

As Xilun watched the voices emerge from the fog, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

He knew those people weren't hallucinations.

At least not entirely.

They are real sufferings that were gathered, shattered, and rewoven by Nurles, becoming the robes He wore when He descended to earth.

Lady Black Crow showed no mercy.

She simply raised her hand.

Countless dark figures then raised their arms.

Each hand held a weapon.

The weapons were not the same, but at a certain moment they shared the same trajectory.

Stab, chop, tear, nail.

Countless attacks fell simultaneously, yet it was as if only one shot had been fired.

Xilun saw it.

That wasn't ordinary exertion.

It wasn't marksmanship either.

It's more like a trace of some kind of energy flow.

Before the black feathers disintegrate, they will first converge inwards.

Before the scarlet fear erupts, it sinks into the darkest shadows.

Each time power is released, there is a brief pause, like the blank space before breathing, or like the rocks exposed after the tide recedes.

He saw the Lady of the Black Raven, centered on Siron's physical body, distribute her overwhelming divine power into her raven wings, feather blades, shadowy arms, and the faceless crown.

She did not use his body directly.

She is rewriting the limits of what the body can endure.

The skeleton became a gun rack.

Blood turned into ink.

The spiritual core became a wick that burned briefly.

Those trajectories are too high.

Too unfamiliar.

Xilun had no idea what this meant.

He could only stare intently.

Like a person about to freeze to death staring at a distant fire, knowing full well that they can't get there, yet still unwilling to close their eyes.