The lead-gray clouds that were full of nuclear dust hovered in the sky quietly like a cluster of thick ink that could not be melted. They filtered the sunlight outside the atmosphere and sprinkled the dirty and desolate shimmer on the wilderness.
The breeze hovered silently, no longer with the previous sharp whistling momentum.
The wind blew away the bloody smell in the air, as if nothing had happened, and the world was quiet.
The never-ending howls of grief and anger in the wilderness gradually grew hoarse and stopped. Dean held Aisha's body tightly, sobbing like a sad beast, with countless prayers in his heart, but the gods who looked down on the common people seemed to ignore his pleas.
Slowly, he felt that he had no strength to cry. All the tears that flowed out were like his consciousness and soul, and his body was all hollowed out.
He felt dizzy, as if the soul was stripped from the body.
Without the soul, what is left of a person?
Is there only an empty shell?
Or is there a new substance, replacing the soul, occupying this body?
Tears dried on Dean's face. He silently hugged her, staring at her gentle and quiet face as if she was sleeping.
Kacha! Kacha!
Suddenly, a burst of subtle gnawing sound slowly pulled Dean's sight. His dull eyes recovered a trace of vitality. He raised his head and looked along the source of the sound. In the next moment, his face, which was already numb, suddenly revealed an intense change. Extreme hatred and rage caused his face to become completely distorted.
He saw that the place where the movement came from was from one of Aisha's feet. At her calf, there was a head biting on it, and it was constantly gnawing. It was the head of the Black Wing Corpse King who had been beheaded before!
"Ah!! Go to hell!!! " Dean rushed over like crazy in an instant. He clamped the head of the Black Wing Dead King with both hands, pulled it from Aisha's calf, pressed it on the ground next to him, raised his fist and smashed it wildly, and shouted wildly in his mouth. Every punch was full of strength, so that the fingers on the fist were broken, and he didn't feel it.
After hundreds of continuous hammering, the bones of his hands had been broken in large areas, and the strong pain stimulated his consciousness to gradually recover a little. He stopped, and his chest was violently undulating. While gasping, he looked at the head of the Black Wing Dead King. He was angry to find that its skull was not dented at all, but his fist was seriously damaged, and he paid a heavy price.
"Go to hell!!" He roared, grabbed its hair, and smashed it to the ground.
After hammering dozens of times in a row, he was so tired that he stopped. He saw that the soil on the ground was smashed into a deep pit, and the sand poured into the nostrils and mouth of the Black Wing Corpse King, but its face was still unharmed.
Dean was angry and sad in his heart. Too weak, he was so weak that he couldn't kill it even if the other party only had a head left.
He pressed down on its head and took a deep breath. The anger in his heart slowly calmed down. Then, he slowly urged the energy in his body and entered the Primary Limitless state. His white bones bulged, and soon, his crippled hands slowly healed. The broken bones were glued back together and restored to their original state.
He pulled out the dagger on his leg and turned the head of the Black Wing Dead King upside down. Suddenly, he saw the cut under its head, and the wound was covered with a layer of dark red scale-like cuticle.
He reached out and touched it. It felt extremely tough, and the cuticle of this dark red scale was a bit like the demonized dragon scales he had seen on Aisha before.
He thought of the picture of it biting Aisha's calf before, and at the same time, he remembered that before Aisha died, she had frowned and showed a trace of pain. Could it be that at that time, it bit her?
But at that time, she was still in the demonized state, that is to say, it ate her demonized dragon scales at that time and absorbed them, which led to the same scar as her demonized dragon scales on its wound.
"You … really deserve to die!!" Dean's body trembled slightly, clenched the dagger, and stabbed it into its eye socket.
Puff, the eye socket of the Black Wing Dead King was suddenly pierced by the dagger, and the blood overflowed from the eye socket.
Although its skull was extremely hard, the eyeball was weak after all, which had nothing to do with the physique. The structure of the eyeball itself was doomed to be incomparable with the scales.
"Do you think I really can't kill you?"
"Don't you like to eat, eat …"
Dean's face was ferocious, holding the end of the dagger, rotating in the eye socket of the Dead King, at the same time, with his knee against its head, the other hand grabbed the soil and stones from the ground, and stuffed them into its mouth.
When his dagger was rotating, suddenly, a high-pitched scream came out of the mouth of the Black Wing Dead King, which was extremely clear and harsh.
Dean's eardrums were hurt by the scream, and there was a kind of pain of the magic sound drilling into his brain. He clenched his teeth, stabbed the dagger into the depths of its head, and then struggled to shake it left and right!
While stirring, he felt that the brain tissue in its head was extremely tough, and the resistance when cutting was great.
The scream of the Black Wing Dead King suddenly stopped, and the slightly opened mouth froze, completely motionless.
"Die! Die! Die … "Dean did not stop here, still desperately stirring the dagger, wishing to stir it into a lump of mud, leaving no inch of intact tissue.
Rumble ~ ~!
Suddenly, there was a slight tremor on the ground.
Dean suddenly woke up and looked up. He saw a dark figure rushing in the distance. Most of them were humanoid, with different heights. It was the corpse tide that had been shaken off before.
His face changed slightly, but he did not panic. He quickly stirred his hand and cut the facial muscles of the Black Wing Dead King. He used his fingers to dig from its eye socket, and suddenly pulled out a piece of cold dark brain tissue, a bit like powder residue, not sticky.
He quickly smeared it on himself and on the armor of Aisha next to him. At this time, he saw that the silver metal belt behind Aisha was still tied with a waist bag. He immediately removed it and untied it. He saw a lot of metal bottles and cans inside, including a bottle of "Submerged Corpse Powder".
He quickly unscrewed the bottle. There was some light blue powder inside. He immediately sprinkled it on himself and Aisha's body. He had seen this thing in the books of the fortress. It was more expensive than the Walking Dead Powder. It could cover up its own smell to a great extent. Even the higher-level Walking Dead was difficult to detect. At the same time, the powder was mixed with the tissues of some high-level Walking Dead, so that the ordinary Walking Dead smelled it and would automatically stay away.
With this Submerged Corpse Powder, plus the brain of the Black Wing Dead King, Dean believed that he could escape the corpse tide. At this time, he also understood that the previous scream of the Black Wing Dead King was not a painful scream, mostly to summon the corpse tide.
Rumble ~ ~!
As the tide of corpses gradually approached in the distance, the tremor of the ground became more and more intense. Dean's movements were calm. He tore a string of cloth from his body and pierced the other eye of the King of Corpses. He tied the cloth from its two eye sockets and tied it to his waist. He wanted to keep this thing and humiliate it in the future!
Even though the Corpse King had no consciousness, was already dead, and didn't know pain or humiliation, the hatred and anger in his heart wouldn't stop here.
After tying it, he bent down to pick up Aisha on the ground and quickly ran away.
Rumble ~ ~!
The corpse tide gradually slowed down and stopped at the body of the Black Wing Dead King. The corpse tide, which was as neat as an army, soon loosened after stopping, like soldiers who had lost their orders, became scattered sand, wandering separately, and did not chase Dean.
After running for four or five miles, he gradually stopped and came to a pile of stones to sit down. He gently put Aisha on the ground, gasping and staring at her face.
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