I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

It doesn't have two eyes.

A horizontal, straight, "I"-shaped slit ran through the upper half of the face, extending from the left temple to the right temple. A dark red light shone through the slit, as if something was burning beneath the skin, making it look extremely eerie.

The second cannon's barrel was shattered by its single blow.

Rex and the Great Ascendant rushed out almost at the same moment.

Rex's swarm of insects lunged at it, the dark red fleshy worms coiling together, trying to entangle its body. The Great Ascendant's mechanical legs shot out, and its silver fist, accompanied by the roar of steam gears, slammed towards its side.

But it's faster.

After destroying the second cannon, it didn't head towards Rake and the Great Ascendant, but instead darted to the side and plunged into the Night Watchmen crowd near the cannon crew.

Two watchmen.

One was carrying a mithril box, while the other had just put down a coolant bucket and turned around.

The figure passed between them so fast that neither of them had time to react.

The first watchman was pierced through the chest.

The entire hand plunged into his body, disappearing into the flesh and skin. The moment that hook-shaped finger pierced his chest cavity, the Night Watchman's body visibly withered away, his skin collapsing and his muscles atrophying, as if something had sucked it dry from within.

In less than two breaths, a dried-up corpse was thrown to the ground.

The second watchman was halfway through turning when it grabbed his neck with its other hand. In the same speed and with the same process, the young face turned dry, ashen, and wrinkled within moments, making him look like a piece of dried-out firewood.

The body was left on the ground.

Then, something chilling happened to the two corpses.

Grayish-green filaments began to emerge from beneath the shriveled skin, spreading outward from the wound, as if something was growing rapidly inside the corpse.

The body was contaminated.

The Night Watchman who was killed by that thing is now being corrupted and mutated.

"What is this thing?" a night watchman growled, his voice trembling with fear.

The once silent attendant exuded an extremely dangerous aura, with purple light spreading from his entire body, distorting the surrounding air.

But the figure had already disappeared.

It disappeared back into the ever-flowing tide of ghouls, like a drop of blood merging into a river of blood, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Almost simultaneously, the ghouls on the bronze pillar and near the cavity surged out madly as if driven by some command.

It is several times more than before.

Hundreds and thousands of giant ghouls, corrupted by the forest, surged out of dozens of hollows like a tidal wave, their roars blending together and shaking the hollow rock walls.

Rick's gaze fell on the two mutated Night Watchman corpses on the ground.

His swarm of insects rushed forward, the dark red fleshy worms attacking the two corpses like madmen, devouring the mutating bodies in a few breaths, leaving not even bone fragments behind.

The grayish-green filaments were swallowed by the insects and did not have time to spread.

Rick's face darkened.

He turned around, looked at the crowd behind him, and spoke in a low voice, tinged with anger.

"Slaughter this place clean and find it."

Everyone nodded.

Everyone sensed something was wrong; there was such a powerful individual among the ghouls.

If this thing were allowed to spread across the surface of Bronze City, the resulting damage would be completely unacceptable.

Without any unnecessary words, everyone moved at the same time.

Agnes and the nuns behind her formed a protective barrier. The blessed light emanating from her body suddenly expanded its coverage area, and scorching white holy light surged from her hands, falling on the surging ghouls. Their skins cracked, their carrion fungi withered, and the ghouls covered by the holy light moved noticeably slower, as if suppressed by some force.

The Night Watchmen relentlessly hurled mithril into the surrounding voids and passages. The silvery-white metal shards traced dense arcs in the darkness, exploding upon impact, sending up clusters of alchemical flames that incinerated the surging ghouls into torches.

Rex's swarm of insects did not disperse; the main body remained close to the crowd, protecting the area. Only a small number of insects burrowed into the horde of corpses to devour them. The efficiency was not high, but the advantage was that it prevented the ghouls from getting close to the core members.

The servants made their move.

Purple light surged from his hands, transforming into arc-shaped blades of light that swept towards the densest ghoul horde.

Wherever the purple light swept, ghouls were cut in half at the waist in droves. The upper half was still howling, while the lower half had already fallen down. There was no blood on the cut surface; it had been burned into charred charcoal by the purple light.

Its lethality is astonishing.

The Great Ascended also revealed his strength. His mechanical skeleton spun at high speed, and the steam gears emitted a piercing whistle. Each of his punches carried immense force, overturning hordes of ghouls. Wherever his punches passed, bits of flesh and severed limbs flew in all directions.

The last hooded Night's Watchman finally moved.

He stood at the very back of the line, remaining silent from beginning to end, until the number of ghouls grew to the point of flanking him from behind, at which point he slowly raised his hand.

His face was still obscured by the hood.

But on his arm, flesh began to peel away.

He peeled it off voluntarily.

The skin split open, and the muscles separated from the bones. The separated flesh did not fall off, but instead deformed rapidly in the air, stretching, flattening, and forking at the front, turning into serrated blades.

It's like a weapon that grew out of the body.

The flesh-and-blood blades hovered around his arm for a moment before being hurled at the horde of ghouls surging behind him.

The serrated blades sliced ​​into the ghouls' bodies effortlessly, each blade piercing through three or four ghouls before stopping.

After cutting, the blades retracted, stuck to his arm again, and melted back into his flesh.

The whole process was eerily quiet.

Each of the six parties had its own methods, and the six different ways of killing overlapped and overlapped, causing a one-sided massacre in the cavity.

The corpses of ghouls were piled up into a small mountain, and charred bits of flesh and ashes covered the entire floor of the cavity, with a foul stench filling the air.

But the ghouls, seemingly oblivious to fear, continued to pour out in a frenzy.

One batch after another was killed, rushing out one after another from dozens of hollows, as if there was a nest underneath that could never be filled.

As they cleared the area, they cautiously scanned every corner of their surroundings.

That thing is still there.

It hid in the horde of corpses and never showed itself again, but everyone knew it was still there. Its extremely strong polluted aura appeared and disappeared intermittently, like a venomous snake lurking at the bottom of the water, ready to leap out again at any moment.

Everyone was waiting for it to appear.

It is also waiting for the right opportunity.

The second attack came without warning.

As the attendant swept away a group of ghouls that surged out from the side with a purple light blade, he suddenly caught a bloody afterimage in his peripheral vision.

It crawled out from under the pile of corpses.

It emerged from the mountain of ghoul corpses piled up beneath its feet and remained hidden in the middle of the heap.

A large amount of flesh and blood surged around its body, forming a pool of dark red blood that rushed towards the attendants.

The attendant reacted extremely quickly.

A burst of purple light appeared, and a thick purple light barrier solidified in front of him, forcefully blocking the onrushing blood aura.

The blood energy collided with the purple light, producing a hissing, corrosive sound. The edges of the purple light visibly crumbled, but the servant gritted his teeth and held on, and the light barrier did not shatter.

He then threw a punch.

The fist, enveloped in a dense purple light, struck the figure directly in the chest.

The fist was used directly.

But the moment the hand-to-hand combat began, the servant's expression changed drastically.

An indescribable corrupting force seeped from the surface of that flesh and blood body, spreading upwards at an extremely fast speed along the fist and wrist.

The servant coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Instead of retreating, he became even more determined, his body enveloped in purple light. Ignoring his injuries, he forcefully reached out to grab the thing, his fingers gripping its shoulder, trying to lock it in place.

A highly destructive purple light enveloped its body, causing the muscles beneath its skin to twitch and scorch under the light, emitting a pungent, burnt odor.

But it twisted at an extremely improbable angle.

Its entire body slid out from under the servant's palm as if it had no bones, in a twisting manner that no living creature could do.

The servant's hand grasped at empty air.

The next moment, a silver fist appeared in its back.

He is a Great Ascended Being.

He had clearly been waiting for this thing to reappear. As soon as it showed itself, he circled behind it, the steam gears roared, and his mechanical right fist slammed down with all its might, aiming at the back of the flesh-and-blood body.

The fist landed.

But there was no loud bang or penetrating sound as expected.

The Ascended One's right fist seemed to have fallen into a pool of blood. The fist was sunk in, but he couldn't break through. The exposed flesh was like a resilient mud pit, completely enveloping his fist and even absorbing all the power he unleashed.

A look of disbelief flashed across the mechanical eyeball of the Great Ascendant.

He sensed it at the same time.

A corrosive sensation he had never experienced before came from his right fist, disintegrating the metal structure from the root. His silver alloy fist began to crumble the moment it made contact.

The Great Ascendant did not hesitate.

He suddenly stepped back, the buckle on his right arm snapped open, and his entire mechanical right fist detached from his wrist joint and was thrown out.

The detached mechanical fist rolled twice on the ground. The surface of the silver alloy was completely unrecognizable, covered with honeycomb-like corrosion pits, and the edges were still collapsing inward, as if something was gnawing at it from the inside.

The Ascended One looked down at the severed, bare right wrist, where gears and pipes were exposed, and steam hissed out from the cut.

Let's look at the servants' side.

The attendant took two steps back, his right hand clenched tightly, purple light swirling wildly across his entire right arm as if he were wrestling with something. His face was extremely pale, veins bulging on his forehead, and traces of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth.

"This stuff is contaminated," the servant's voice was forced out through clenched teeth. "Extremely contaminated; I can't stop it."