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  Figures g to the stone sb in yers. The mysterious woman was impaled in the chest by a spear wielded by the leading man, her blood spraying out like ink, staining her white gown and the lips of the invaders.

  There was ahe woman simply stared indifferently at them as they rushed forward, using their ons to strike her, then hungrily poung on her like a pack of starving wolves, dev her broken body.

  Those who couldn’t pounce simply gathered around, greedily lig up the blood that flowed from her and spread on the ground.

  This all happened oone sb, bathed in a faint blood-red hue. The entire se had the texture of an oil painting, and against the backdrop of night, it cast a sorrowful ae dark tone.

  Ran, immersed in the subscious influeed by the carved image, ehe experience. He didn’t see anything wrong with the as of the townspeople. The only regret was that there was no fitting background music at that moment.

  Such a religious, mass-like se was deprived of proper musical apa.

  It was truly a waste.

  It was like waking up on a Croatian bea the afternoon, with the crystal blue sea spread before you, a servant quietly approag with sleeves rolled up. Everything was so harmonious and fortable it was almost maddening.

  But the sed, the impeccably smiling servant poured a Tus red wio the caviar, then scooped it up and spped it across your face.

  That’s how Ran uood the se.

  This uanding, clearly, wasn’t something Jiang g, strugglihe poverty line, could ceive.

  The woman had already been covered by a mass of figures. During this process, she did not resist or make a sound.

  Jiang g forced himself to look away from the woman’s position, his eyes subtly refleg faint light.

  His gaze wandered around the stone sb. He was not a hunter; it was just the instinct for survival in aremely calm state.

  The se made him unfortable, but he keenly felt that within this disfort, there was also an odd sense of discord.

  For Jiang g, the disfort was just the shock brought by the se itself, especially sin the modern world, where legal cepts are retively well-established, such tragedies like ibalism were rarely seen.

  The perpetrators would even be given titles like "demon," such as the notorious "ibal demon."

  But the discord felt different. It meant something was wrong.

  After a moment, his pupils suddenly tracted.

  He found it.

  No, it wasn’t those people; it was the woman!

  The stone sb was already crowded with people—some were eating flesh, while the less fortunate were kneeling nearby, greedily lig the blood that spread across the ground.

  There were at least dozens of people oone sb, with more than a hundred surrounding it.

  The entire sb was almost entirely stained red with blood.

  Where did all that blood e from?

  There was only one woman on the sb, along with the elderly man, and the little girl whose half-body was left, her eyes wide open ih. So, how could there be so much blood...

  Wait!

  When his gaze passed over the little girl’s remains, Jiang g’s focus froze. He saw... the ers of the girl’s eyes slightly lifted, and her mouth stretched into an exaggerated grin.

  She... was smiling?

  The little girl, cruelly split in half ao rot oone sb, was actually smiling?!

  In the moment, his viely zoomed out, and even with Jiang g’s posure, his breathing began to qui.

  The man whose limbs were chopped off, the woman whose abdomen lit open, the elderly man with his head pierced like a trophy on a spear, and the bloodied children who were sughtered—everyone who had been killed was smiling.

  Their pale faces, mostly stained with blood, did nothing to hiheir eerie smiles.

  What was even more terrifying was that Jiang g could clearly feel that this smile was genuine.

  They didn’t hate those who sughtered them. On the trary, there was an air of gratitude, as if they were thankful to the invaders for killing them.

  Why?

  "Crack, crack, crack—"

  The tinuous, delicate sounds echoed in Jiang g’s ears, and the image in his mind began to ge. The blood-colored barrier that had appeared earlier started to slowly rotate.

  His heart trembled slightly, and in his mind, a anding message crashed into his sciousness. Something signifit... was about to begin.

  The sed, everyone oone sb fell to the ground. They struggled and rolled in the blood, as if endurireme pain.

  Each of them opeheir mouths wide, as if screaming.

  Yet even though their mouths were about to tear, Jiang g couldn’t hear a sound.

  A middle-aged man vulsing on the ground stared at his arm. The skin on his arm slowly bulged, stretched, and stretched again... until it became blood-red and transparent.

  The sed, a thick bone spur burst through his body, and from his arm grew a boructure resembling a fish fin.

  The mutation spread like a pgue. A boy’s back was ripped open, his clothes shredded, revealing a spihicker than that of an adult man.

  What was more terrifying was that, on both sides of the exposed spine, a pair of wings with a bloody membrane unfolded.

  The creature, no longer reizable as a boy, screamed as it rolled in the blood.

  Some had sharp hrowing from their heads, and others even had two more thick arms growih their ribs, resembling the forelimbs of crawling creatures.

  There were even some who had pletely mutated into monsters over two meters, even three meters tall.

  They roared, howled, and even tumbled together in the blood.

  The agony of mutation was obvious. Covered in blood and mucus, they tore at each other, venting their pain and frustration.

  Jiang g ched his fists, his fiips turning white from ck of blood. The se before him pletely shattered his uanding. This wasn’t a ritual; this was... evolution!

  It was like how the fallen aransformed into demons.

  But the difference was that their evolution was pletely chaotic, without any purpose. From an evolutionary perspective, most of the things on this sb were defective.

  They didn’t follow the basic principles of survival.

  Their existence seemed to only serve one purpose: challenging some authority, showing those who called themselves righteous, like the spiritual leaders and others, that there was still a hellish battlefield in the world.

  After the blood-red mist dispersed, these ugly creatures began to group and run towards the forest. Their bodies were rge, but their movements were clumsy, like babies taking their first steps.

  Soon, they all disappeared into the forest.

  Jiang g stared in the dire they had go was towards the sea.

  Immediately, the image of the old woman’s description appeared in his mind—those ships that were mysteriously attacked, and the heavily armed special forces on the old woman’s ship.

  And the message left after the attack, a transmission from the ship's captain.

  He shouted, “It’s hell! The gates of hell... are open!”

  So that’s it.

  (End of the Chapter)

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