Dunjun felt that the atmosphere in the upper city was a little weird.

A trace of dark clouds seemed to weigh on everyone's hearts.

The ladies were no longer enthusiastic about balls and feasts, and some private gatherings quietly became more frequent.

Even Sijay and Alice, who are in charge of liaison between Uptown and the core area, have been nowhere to be seen, causing the situation to slide into the abyss.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer upper-class people in the upper city, as if they were missing.

Dunjun knew that they might have fled or had turned into dust, after all, dust disease was particularly fast.

He dismissed all his servants and waited quietly for judgment to come.

"O immortal god...... The people here are greedy, depraved, bloodthirsty...... But please take their souls and forgive their sins......"

Dunjun stood by the window, looking at the dead city, muttering to himself.

Knock knock!

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

Dunjun opened the door and saw an old man in an overcoat and tightly wrapped.

"Old Henry?"

He frowned and called out the name of the person who came out.

"Thank you Lord of the Great Eye, you're still here, you're okay......"

Old Henry came in, not taking off his coat and gloves, his eyes were bloodshot, and he walked back and forth uneasily: "I have visited many people...... Something is wrong...... You know, there's a mysterious curse spreading in our Uptown...... Many people died and turned to ashes......"

Actually, it's not a curse, it's just a plague...... But from the mystical side, the curse seems to be a good fit? ’

Dunjun muttered to himself.

"So what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I know, that curse was first transmitted from the core area, and I saw the change in Alice, it was her!" Old Henry looked crazy: "Some people are going to leave, they are killing themselves, and they will perish if they can't go far, and the only way for us to survive is to join forces, occupy the elevator, and fight to the core area......"

"Nice idea, but ...... I didn't get cursed, so why fight? ”

Dun Jun showed a panicked look on his face, and took two steps back: "It's you...... Mr. Henry, how is your health? ”

"I ...... Am I alright...... The Great Lord of Eyes has blessed me, as long as I keep getting magical eyes, I will be fine, I will be ......"

Henry muttered, and his eyes suddenly turned black and red: "Yes...... You're not sick...... Your eyes...... Can heal me ......"

Sting!

As he muttered to himself, his body swelled and his clothes torn, revealing a terrifying body beneath the cover.

On his right shoulder, eyeballs sprouted out like sarcomas, making the dense screams of the dense phobia.

His right hand also turned into a claw, containing unspeakable filth and evil, radiating blood and terror.

The left half of his body turned gray and black, like a shrunken dry limb, with a slight crack on it.

"Eyeballs don't cure your ailments...... Old Henry. ”

Dunjun said loudly, and immediately saw old Henry waving a huge right hand claw that was completely disproportionate to his size, and as soon as he was propped up on the ground, the man flew sideways in front of him.

Bang!

As if he had been hit head-on by a locomotive, Dunjun flew out upside down, slamming his back against the wall, leaving a lot of cracks: "He's crazy......"

Old Henry exhaled white air through his nose, and the muscles of his right arm were knotted, and suddenly many eyeballs merged into one larger eyeball.

The spiritual power with a strong sense of blasphemy and pollution emanated out, making Dunjun feel that the surrounding environment had become blurred.

The next moment, he saw the giant claw come to his eyes, the tip only a line away from the pupil.

"My lord...... Bless me...... Eye...... Give me ......."

Old Henry muttered, and the gray suddenly spread to his neck.

The left side of his body suddenly turned to ashes, followed by the right side of his body.

In the blink of an eye, this powerful terror dissipated into dust.

Dunjun's expression was blank, looking at the set of shriveled clothes: "Your god didn't bless you......"

He looked around: "It's not safe here anymore......"

Dunjun thought about it, and instead of cleaning up the scene, he went to the basement, dug out a cellar, and lay down in it.

The destruction above can be seen as a sign that he has fled or died.

And with his simple relationship, there will be no one chasing after him.

As long as he waits quietly, he can let the dust disease solve all his opponents for him.

……

Time flies.

For three days and three nights, Dunjun sometimes heard wailing, sometimes praying and screaming.

Even the moment of the demon was opened several times, pulling the people of the upper city into hell.

The most dangerous thing is still the position of the lifting platform, where many battles have broken out.

And since last night, everything has been silent.

If the problem of dust disease has not been solved, the people of Uptown are dead, dying from terrible diseases.

Night.

The slate was pushed away, and Dunjun walked out: "Is it all over?" ”

He knew that at this time in Shangcheng City, he might be the only one who dared to go out and act.

If you don't know the principle of dust disease, the lethality is too terrifying, and the spread speed will be very fast.

And he suspects that even if he doesn't know the contents, seeing the 'dust disease' with his own eyes can be contagious.

In addition to the fact that he has the protection of the immortal god, there should be few living people in Shangcheng at this time.

"It's time to get moving, before the chaos spreads completely in the lower city......"

Dunjun muttered as he came to the center of Uptown.

Originally, there should have been a large number of guards here.

But now, walking through the ruined streets, he could see a steam armor twisted and destroyed...... Discard it casually on the side of the road.

More of the armor remained intact and stood there silently, as if its host had fallen apart and reduced to ashes within the mech.

The bloodstains became more and more glaring near the lifting platform.

It seems that the rebels have made several attacks on this entrance.

Dunjun didn't care if they succeeded or failed.

After so many days, the dust disease was enough to solve all the rioters.

He stepped up to the platform and turned the joystick.

The advantage of steam steel power is that although it is stupid and coarse, except for the fragile steam pipes, other machinery is still very solid and durable.

With the sound of the gears turning, the huge lifting platform slowly started and sank underground.

Layers of steel flashed in front of him, and Dunjun seemed to be on a wonderful journey, and his mood was extremely calm, even when he saw the underground, the traces and ashes of a large number of battles.

He searched and came to a council hall, where he could see around the throne at the top of the throne, dazzling precious rings and ornate garments scattered, and only a pile of ashes remained on top of the velvet black cushions......