Dun Jun felt that the atmosphere in Uptown was a little strange.
Dark clouds seemed to be pressing down on everyone's hearts.
The noblewomen were no longer keen on balls and banquets, and some private gatherings had quietly become more frequent.
Even Xi Jie and Alice, who were responsible for contacting Uptown and the Core Zone, were nowhere to be seen, causing the situation to continuously slide into the abyss.
Gradually, the number of upper-class people in Uptown decreased, as if they had disappeared.
Dun Jun knew that they might have gone out to escape, or they might have already turned into dust. After all, the dust sickness acted up very quickly.
He dismissed all the servants and quietly waited for the arrival of judgment.
"God of immortality … The people here are greedy, depraved, and bloodthirsty … But please accept their souls and forgive their sins …"
Dun Jun stood by the window, looking at the dead city as he muttered to himself.
* Knock knock! *
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.
Dun Jun opened the door and saw an old man wrapped tightly in a coat.
"Old Henry?"
He frowned and called out the person's name.
"Thank the Great Eye Master, you're still here, you're fine …"
Old Henry entered without taking off his coat and gloves. His eyes were bloodshot, and he paced back and forth uneasily. "I've visited many people … Something's not right … You know, there's a mysterious curse spreading in Uptown … Many people have died and turned into dust …"
'Actually, it's not a curse, it's just a plague … But from a mystical perspective, a curse seems to be very suitable?'
Dun Jun muttered to himself.
"So?" He raised an eyebrow and asked.
"I know that the curse started from the Core Zone. I saw the change in Alice, it's her!" Old Henry looked deranged. "Some of them are planning to leave. They're digging their own graves, and they'll die before they can go far. The only way for us to survive is to unite, occupy the elevator, and fight our way to the Core Zone …"
"Not a bad idea, but … I'm not cursed, why should I risk my life?"
Dun Jun's face was filled with panic, and he took two steps back. "But you … Mr. Henry, how's your body?"
"I … I'm fine … The great Eye Lord has blessed me. As long as I keep obtaining magical eyes, I'll definitely be fine, definitely …"
Harry murmured. His eyes suddenly turned black and red. "Yes … you are not sick … your eyes … can heal me …"
Whoosh!
As he muttered to himself, his body swelled, and his clothes ripped apart, revealing his terrifying body beneath.
On his right shoulder, eyeballs grew out one after another like sarcomas. It was definitely enough to make a person with trypophobia scream.
His right hand also turned into a sharp claw, containing indescribable filth and evil, emitting a bloody and terrifying aura.
The left half of his body had turned gray and black, like a withered limb, and there were even traces of cracks on it.
"The eyeball won't cure you … Old Henry."
Dun Jun shouted. Immediately, he saw Old Henry waving his huge right claw that was completely disproportionate to his body size. With just a push from the ground, he flew in front of Dun Jun.
Bang!
As if he had been hit by a train, Dun Jun was sent flying. His back hit the wall hard, leaving behind many cracks. "He's gone mad …"
Old Henry exhaled white smoke from his nose. The muscles on his right arm bulged, and the many eyeballs suddenly fused together to form an even bigger eyeball.
Spiritual power that carried a strong sense of blasphemy and corruption was emitted from the eyeball, making Dun Jun feel that his surroundings had become blurry.
The next moment, he saw that the huge claw was right in front of him, its tip only a hair's breadth away from his pupil.
"My Lord … bless me … eyes … give me …"
Old Henry murmured, and the gray color suddenly spread to his neck.
The left side of his body suddenly turned into ashes, followed by the right side of his body.
In the blink of an eye, this powerful and terrifying person had turned into ashes and dissipated.
Dun Jun's expression was wooden as he looked at the withered clothes. "Your God didn't bless you …"
He looked around. "It's not safe here either …"
Dun Jun thought about it. Instead of cleaning up the scene, he went to the basement, dug out a cellar, and lay down in it.
The damage on it could be seen as a sign that he had escaped or died.
And with his simple connections, there would not be anyone who would chase after him.
As long as he waited quietly, he could let the Pneumoconiosis take care of all his enemies.
…
Time passed quickly.
In the past three days and three nights, Dun Jun would sometimes hear wails, and other times, he would hear prayers and screams.
Even the witching hour had been activated several times, dragging the people of Uptown into hell.
The most dangerous place was the floating platform. Many battles had already broken out there.
Since last night, everything had fallen silent.
If the Pneumoconiosis problem had not been solved, then the people of Uptown had all died from the terrible disease.
That night.
The stone slab was pushed open, and Dun Jun walked out. "Is it all over?"
He knew that in Uptown, he was probably the only one who dared to go out.
If one did not know the cause of the spread of the Pneumoconiosis, the lethality would be too terrifying, and the speed at which it spread would be very fast.
Moreover, he suspected that even if he did not know the content, seeing the 'Pneumoconiosis' with his own eyes would cause it to spread.
Other than him, who had the protection of the God of Immortality, there should not be many people left alive in Uptown.
"It's time to take action, before the chaos spreads in Downtown …"
Dun Jun mumbled to himself as he arrived at the center of Uptown.
There should have been a large number of guards here.
But now, as he walked through the broken streets, he could see many steam armors that had been twisted, destroyed … and casually discarded by the roadside.
Most of the battle armors remained intact and stood there quietly. It was as if their owners had already fallen apart within the mecha and turned into ashes.
The bloodstains near the elevator were even more glaring.
It seemed that the rebels had targeted this entrance multiple times.
Dun Jun did not care whether they succeeded or failed.
After so many days, the Pneumoconiosis should be enough to take care of all the rebels.
He came to the elevator and turned the lever.
The advantage of steam-powered steel was that although it was thick and clumsy, other than the fragile steam pipes, the rest of the machinery was very sturdy and durable.
With the sound of gears turning, the huge elevator slowly moved and sank into the ground.
Layer after layer of steel grids flashed before his eyes. Dun Jun seemed to be experiencing a wonderful journey. His mood was incomparably calm, even when he saw the large number of battle marks and ashes underground.
He looked around and came to a meeting hall. He could see dazzling gemstone rings and gorgeous clothes scattered around the throne at the highest point. On the black velvet cushion, there was only a pile of ashes …
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