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Chapter 299 The Evil God Carrying the Scorching Sun Lands in the City of the Dead

"A nice offering."

The twisted bodies of a man and a woman lay in a pool of blood.

In the cradle, a baby who was less than five months old was lifted up by the ankle with an arm covered in black markings.

As if sensing a strong malice, or perhaps feeling the coldness of being out of the cradle, the young child began to cry at the top of his lungs.

The man in the black robe didn't care about it at all. Instead, his wrinkled old face showed the joy of a businessman who saw satisfactory goods.

"That's great. You're doing great to find a child who is so full of love and has grown up to five months old."

"Most of the fresh flesh and blood was eaten by those animals right after they were born." The man in the black robe frowned. "What a waste."

"But one is not enough. At least five such pure flesh and blood are needed."

"My master." A hunched man with scars all over his face was lying on the ground. He said hoarsely, "There's less and less fresh blood and flesh in the city."

"The Twilight Cult and Death's Echo are competing with us for sacrifices, and the Corpse King's minions are watching us."

"That's not a reason." The man in the robe walked to the window and looked at the city covered with dark clouds and without a single ray of light.

"Yesterday, God revealed to me that an evil god carrying the scorching sun is coming. He will destroy everything, end everything, and burn everything."

"He is the tearer of eternal night, the gravedigger of the starry sky, the thief of the divine throne, and the supreme sorcerer of thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three eyes."

The hunched man lying on the ground shuddered, his tone becoming even more panicked: "What should we do? What should we do?"

"Will we also face death and have nowhere to go?"

"We must stop that evil god. We must not allow him to bring disaster and destroy our home, which has been with us for generations."

As he spoke, he began to cry, but the piles of broken limbs and blood around him made his crying seem very strange.

"Idiot, even the gods are afraid of him, how can we stop him?" The man in black robe shook his head.

"The only thing we can be thankful for is that He must be here for the old man on the Iron Throne, so He probably won't be paying attention to us."

Before seeing Minas Tirith, the image of Minas Tirith in Zhuang Boshi's mind was the white, beautiful, mountain-built holy white city in the movie.

But today, the Holy White City has become a veritable city of the dead.

It was cloudy and rainy, with thick fog and no sunlight.

The corpse king lives on the top of the mountain, the dead souls sleep below, and the cultists and the living dead live in it.

At the bottom are the living who have not been transformed yet and exist as food and slaves.

Every day, more than a dozen faceless corpses appear in the stinking ditch, to be eaten by the giant zombie rats roaming in it.

They are either gang members at the bottom of society, or hopelessly poor farmers, and more of them are skinny slaves who are not even enough to be food for the dead.

Walking through it, it is truly the city of the dead.

It's still raining today.

Zhuang Boshi raised his head and glanced at the gargoyle squatting above his head.

Due to the long-term erosion of rain, the gargoyle's face has become more hideous, full of potholes, like a face with a hundred eyes gazing into the distance in the darkness, with its mouth open fiercely and roaring silently.

He reached out his hand from under the shelter of the eaves and caught the raindrops.

After just a few seconds, he felt the cold raindrops on his palms. He closed his eyes and extended his spiritual perception to the sky.

Dark and cold.

Sadness and despair.

I could even hear the inaudible cries and wails of men and women.

In the City of the Dead, rain is the echo of the soul residue of countless dead.

Evaporation, condensation, descent, and the process repeats itself.

How many people died here? One hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, or one million?

"I don't like it here." A little white kitten was lying on Zhuang Boshi's left shoulder.

The kitten licked its fleshy paws and gave a rather human expression of disgust.

“It’s so dirty and smelly.”

Zhuang Boshi patted the kitten's head and said calmly, "This makes me feel like I've arrived at a planet ravaged by chaos."

"In this place, even the rain is filled with the echoes of the souls of those who died unjustly."

"The remnants left after they were eaten alive."

"Can those who can survive here still be called living people?" Zhao Yingkong stretched lazily.

"The blood had all congealed, and the internal organs were rotten in many places. They were fed with rotting corpses. Apart from the fact that they were still moving, talking and communicating, there was nothing else that looked like a living person."

"They should be called the living dead."

Zhao Yingkong, who had turned into a little kitten, yawned in a very human way.

"The living dead are also transformed from the living, but most of those living people live in sewers and shanty towns, like farmed piglets, ready to be slaughtered at any time by the people above them." Zhuang Boshi glanced down.

Through the buildings, he could see that there were indeed many living people in this city, but they were just living people.

"The living dead live on the ground, and the living live underground. This place is really interesting." Zhao Yingkong curled up again and rolled himself into a ball.

Although she was used to seeing dead people, she also killed many zombies in the Resident Evil.

But I have never seen such a scene before. In this city, the living dead are playing the role of the living.

Zhuang Boshi took a few steps forward and landed silently on the ground again. At the same time, he moved his feet a little distance to avoid being stained by blood.

As for the source of the blood, it was the corpse at his feet with his chest and abdomen gaping and his limbs scattered.

Behind this corpse were more than thirty other bodies that had been disemboweled, beheaded, and had their limbs mutilated.

This is not because Zhuang Boshi wants to show his cruelty. After all, he has no grudge against the civilians and the undead here.

But these living dead cannot be killed by simply chopping off their heads or breaking their hearts. Only by chopping off their heads, taking out their internal organs, and cutting off their limbs can their actions be truly stopped.

It's even harder to kill than the zombies in Resident Evil.

After they entered the city, they were discovered by this group of zombies while wandering in the alleys observing the enemy situation.

These living dead seemed to be blind and couldn't see the situation clearly. Instead of retreating, they dared to attack them. So Zhuang Boshi happily studied the body structure of these living dead.

Zhuang Boshi looked calm. He snapped his fingers and a flame was released.

The flame instantly turned into a lively tongue of fire, as if it had life, and quickly shuttled through the narrow alley.

The tongues of flame danced back and forth lightly in this small space, and wherever they went, the corpses of the living dead were instantly swallowed up by the raging flames.

Under Zhuang Boshi's meticulous control, when the flame burned, not even a trace of excess heat was emitted to the surroundings.

Outside the pile of corpses, the ground just half a foot away was still soaked by rain, and water stains were clearly visible on the floor.

"Let's go deeper and take a look." Zhuang Boshi snapped his fingers again, and the flames disappeared instantly.

"Okay." The little kitten stretched gracefully and jumped down from Zhuang Boshi's shoulder calmly.

"We've done enough research, so it should be possible to make changes."

After saying that, Qimen's power flashed across Zhao Yingkong's body, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a living dead person with the same hunched body and emitting a rotten smell.

"How is it? Has it become similar?" The zombies made an unpleasant hissing sound, like the cry of a poisonous snake.

"Looks good." Zhuang Boshi gave a thumbs up. "Even I have to observe carefully to see the flaws. Your Fenghou illusion technique is becoming more and more proficient."

"The seventy-two transformations are just around the corner."

"Hehehe" The living dead that Zhao Yingkong transformed into let out a sinister laugh from his throat.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like a sharp icicle, scratching everyone's eardrums directly, enough to make people feel cold all over.

The divine eye on Zhuang Boshi's forehead suddenly flashed, its light like lightning. In an instant, his body shape also changed dramatically, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a hunched, disabled living dead.

One of the zombie's hands was severed at the wrist, and the empty sleeve swayed gently in the breeze. Where the eyes should have been, there was only a black eye socket, and the appearance was indescribably weird and eerie.

This was the illusion of the Eye of Horus. Even among the gods and demons, he had transformed into a giant demon.

However, compared to Zhao Yingkong's transformation, his was much simpler and cruder. He just put on a layer of extremely high-level illusion on himself and could not bring about any real changes.

He now has a transformation, a third divine eye on his forehead, a pointed double-edged spear (the Spear of Judgment), a black dog fostered in the gods and ghosts of Egypt, and the pseudo-Vajra indestructibility brought by [Infinity].

The cosplay of Yang Jian is already 80% similar.

They walked out of the alley one after another. It was technically daytime now, but in this city, there was not much difference between day and night.

There were no pedestrians on the road anymore, but there were many prying eyes in the darkness, looking at the two cloaked figures walking with hungry eyes.

Such was the City of the Dead in Gondor, or indeed any town in Gondor or Rohan.

Dull, pathetic, full of the stench of decay, with gloomy dark clouds that never dissipate, and endless rain and thick fog.

The living dead hate sunlight and prefer to haunt the night, but the real sunlight left this land long ago.

They walked on, across dark bridges, through fetid ditches, and through narrow shanty towns.

As he passed by, he could hear the uneasy murmurs of people in the slums as they rested.

Between breaths, Zhuang Boshi smelled a strong smell of rust.

While the smell has always lingered in the city, it is now very strong.

Several cultists with strange limbs growing out of their bodies were escorting more than ten skinny, pale-faced, and numb-looking creatures into a small alley.

That unbearable smell of rust came from here.

The smell filled his mouth, making his sensitive nose feel dull and sluggish.

A large number of living people were killed here again.

Zhuang Boshi was a little puzzled. They had just arrived here and how could people be slaughtered like animals?

Based on this consumption rate, are the humans in the City of the Dead refreshed on a regular basis like the people in the Realm of Bitterness?
At present, it seems that the living dead and cultists have divided the territories of Minas Tirith into large and small areas, replaced the rules with blood, and controlled everything.

And above them is the army of dead souls that are subordinate to the Corpse King.

Fortunately, the dead generally do not enter the territory of the living dead, except for certain "meal times".

The living dead are actually just food for the undead.

The ghosts of the dead imprison the souls of the living in the bodies of the undead, making them suffer the pain of their flesh rotting day and night.

They called this process a holy sacrifice, and the remaining survivors were called living sacrifices.

When the soul of a living animal, having endured years of torture, is sucked out of its rotting body, it is a rare moment of pleasure and happiness for the undead.

Zhuang Boshi stared at the group of cultists. They seemed to have become accustomed to being rampant here and did not care about the bloodshot eyes of the living dead.

They walked to a small, inconspicuous door. A cultist dressed in the same attire was already waiting at the door. Upon seeing them, he whispered, "Are these the only ones?"

With Zhuang Boshi and Zhao Yingkong's current senses, they could hear their voices very clearly even though they were half a street away.

"The high priest is going to catch all those who spread the prophecy!" The cultist made a hissing sound, which did not sound like a human voice, but that of some animal.

"The prophecy of the Lord of the Rings has been spread for so long, why does the high priest still care so much about it?" The leader said maliciously.

"This is God's will!" The cultist at the door, after carefully selecting a few living animals, picked out two dead bodies with disdain: "They are already dead, why bring them here!"

"Feed it to the slaves."

After saying that, he walked into the bottomless passage.

The remaining cultists cursed inwardly and then threw the two skinny children's bodies out.

While no one was paying attention, several dark hands stretched out from the darkness and impatiently dragged the two bodies in.

Here, corpses are also a valuable resource.

Even though Zhuang Boshi was knowledgeable and experienced, he was still disgusted by the sight of rats eating people, the living dead eating people, ghosts eating people, and people eating people.

"What do you think? Should we take action?" An unpleasant voice came from behind.

Zhuang Boshi said in a low voice: "Of course."

"We got lucky."

"It seems that the clue to the Lord of the Rings lies in here."

(End of this chapter)