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Hmm...

This felt more like it.

Char was so touched that he wanted to cry. It was like a farmhouse in the mountains after getting used to the exhaust of a car in a highly industrialized city that could not get such a deformed \'comfort\'. Now, he was finally satisfied.

In the past hundred or so reincarnations, this was the smell that left the deepest impression on him.

The taste of despair was slowly brewing.

It was the smell of the abyss.

The development of the game would always jump into this scene at a point in time.

His soul withered, his will fell, and his hope turned into a boundless abyss.

Every despaired individual was desperately calling out his name—Zin\'rokh

That was the cry from the depths of the hearts of countless people. There was no need for priests, servants, or complicated summoning formations. All they needed was a tiny bit of mana in the air, even 0.1% of which was already present but suppressed by the elements, as a seed. Watered by this despair, it would be enough to produce a surging amount of mana, allowing Zin\'rokh to gain control of this place and allow the abyssal army to suddenly descend.

In the past, when he had failed, fortresses and skyscrapers had collapsed inside like this.

It was impossible to defend against Zin\'rokh.

Although Char had prevented the outbreak of the demon disaster in Golden Butterfly City to a certain extent, minimize the losses, and saved Mia, things were already moving in another direction.

The wheel of history rolled forward indomitably. Once you closed a door, it would crash into a wall.

These weren\'t here before.

Originally, Mungo\'s resurrection plan only involved a few tribes who came to raid the tomb. The ones who died the most were the Blood Legion led by Muru.

Now, even the abyss had appeared.

"Was there such a smell before?" Char asked.

Cisco frowned and shook his head.

He seemed to have noticed something.

"I haven\'t been here for three days at most. The speed of despair proliferation is far beyond your imagination. Frozen Heart did not kill those people, but just made them unable to control their bodies."

Char\'s voice grew deeper.

"They were the breeding ground for the abyss."

Cisco didn\'t respond. He just urged Char to go down and make a scene to force the Paladin out.

"Aren\'t they your people?" he asked.

"They are weak, they are firewood for the fire. Do you want me to pity a pile of firewood?"

This time, it was Char who was speechless.

The first half of the tunnel was very narrow, but it gradually became wider as the two went deeper.

After turning a corner, the source of the dim light was right in front of him.

In a spacious secret room, only the sulfur flint embedded in the wall emitted a faint orange light, like an incandescent lamp before the end of its life.

In the light, at least 300 people stood in a strange pattern, their positions following some kind of rule.

Everyone was naked. Their bodies were covered in a layer of blood-colored flesh cocoon, leaving only the heads outside.

The flesh cocoon kept on contracting and expanding with every breath it took. Dark red blood seeped out from under its feet with every squeeze. It flowed along a smooth passage and converged into a river, slowly flowing to one of the walls of the secret chamber.

There was a channel as thick as a bowl at the base of the wall. A pipe was connected to the channel, and the dark liquid flowed in just like that.

Naturally, there would be guards in a room with hundreds of people. However, if it were an ordinary person who was guarding this room, they would have lost their minds long ago after seeing this scene day and night. Therefore, the guards were usually not humans but the killing machine-like Red Mist soldiers.

As soon as the two of them appeared, the twelve Red Mist soldiers standing at the edge of the crowd rushed forward.

These twelve people were all wearing dark red skin and leather armors. Half of them had red eyes, while the other half had blue eyes. Their movements were also slightly different.

The blue-eyed were obviously much stiffer, not as aesthetically pleasing as the red-eyed, which were more violent.

As Cisco took control of the white totem in the corner, six of the blue-eyed soldiers changed sides at the last moment. They suddenly turned around and punched their teammate\'s face, and the two sides immediately started fighting.

With Cisco\'s intervention, the battle ended with the red-eyed\'s bodies being separated from each other. Although the blue-eyed were all injured, under Cisco\'s command and buffs, they barely suffered any substantial damage.

Char looked pensive. It seemed that Muru had arrived with the Blood Legion a long time ago. The reason why they were not seen up there was that they had come down a long time ago.

​ The Red Mist soldiers had been divided into three groups after the collapse of the empire. The two groups in front of them were completely different, and they came from two different tribes.

"What do you want to do?" Cisco asked him.

Char looked around.

Although the sinkholes were arranged in an intricate manner, the Mungo\'s Mausoleum below was neat and tidy.

The Barbarians might not have figured out what kind of layout and style it was, but Char had long known.

Ever since he saw the pattern drawn by the blood on the ground, he had understood the general location of the mausoleum.

It was like a circle. As long as you were given an arc, you could determine the center of the circle through the intersection of the perpendicular lines of two cutting lines. Through this corner of the iceberg, he could also determine the structure of the entire mausoleum.

If you learn mathematics, physics, and chemistry well, you won\'t be afraid to travel the world. This is true!

Although Mungo became ruthless in his later years, he had been original in the design of his mausoleum.

The mausoleum was divided into two areas. The inner part was completely closed, and the way to open it was hidden in the outer ring. A large amount of blood was needed to fill the formation, just like charging a machine to open it.

"How many \'charging rooms\' do your people have under control?" he asked.

"22 rooms," Cisco replied.

"What about the progress?"

Cisco stared at the dark blood flowing in the tube.

"Probably around 80% full."

Char was surprised to hear that number.

"From how many?"

"From less than 10%, I think."

Cisco\'s expression was a little awkward.

"Bunch of reckless folks," Char thought.

He had to act like someone who knew the inside story but did not know the truth.

"If the \'guards\' rush out, you should be able to control them, right? "he asked.

"What do you want to do?"

Char used his actions to answer.

He began to use the Canonical Warlock\'s \'Assimilation of Order".

This was a skill that dealt special damage to mana, and it simply dispelled mana.

As the first "Assimilation of Order " exploded in the air, a halo rippled. When it swept past the head of every dumbfounded meat cocoon, the air seemed to be moved.

The long-accumulated abyssal power seemed to be stimulated, causing a pool of ripples!

It was like a small stone being thrown into a lake. Laughable but no one really takes it seriously.

Things started to change, like tractors started to pour rocks into the lake, causing water to splash everywhere. The situation was completely different!

The power of the abyss began to boil, and the despair of the imprisoned \'human batteries\' that had nowhere to vent suddenly found an outlet. The dark mana began to search for suitable \'material\'.

Fresh blood!

The dark-colored blood and mana tangled together. The blood in the tubes was instantly sucked dry, and a six-limbed humanoid creature with horns appeared. It had two pairs of blood-red eyes, one big and one small, and dark wings connected to the fascia on its back.

Dark Blood Demon!

Char didn\'t even think. He raised his hand, throwing out a basin-sized fireball!