The green debris attached to their bodies began to grow roots in their flesh at a rapid rate like seeds, and it was obvious that large patches of dark green tendons began to spread on their faces, and their skin became a faint dirty green. Vertices

At first, the men were screaming, but as their skin became darker, they quieted down, and a green glow appeared in their pupils.

I knew that the endgame was about to happen, but I also knew that it was all illusions, and even if I wanted to, there was nothing I could do about it.

And the thing that created the illusion was hiding in the shadows and watching me and the Rat King.

I've been holding the strings in my heart, and I'm keeping some of my energy on the reality beyond the illusion, I'm afraid the evil will not act in the illusion, its purpose is to kill us in reality.

"Whew"

There was a sudden roar from a man covered in green, and he stood in the deepest corner of the room, and with the roar, the others fell silent and turned their eyes to that corner.

Fear, depression, two strong emotions spread rapidly among the crowd like a fire that ignites withered grass.

At that moment, I could actually feel the emotions of every living person, no, not just feel it, but empathize, as if I had become them at this time.

In the past, I would only have similar feelings when I absorbed yin materials and spiritual thoughts, but now the fear and depression that haunted me did not come from me, but from the evil spirit.

I finally know why all the cultivators who came here to suppress evil spirits before have lost their lives, and this huge fear that weighs on their hearts is enough to completely disturb their minds, and once their minds are disturbed, no matter how great your ability is, you will not be able to use it.

Thinking of this, I immediately turned to face the Rat King and punched him in the jaw.

The Rat King didn't expect me to make a move on him, plus fear and depression were enveloping him, and he didn't have any extra thoughts about anything else, and he didn't come back to his senses until his fists landed on his face, but he only had time to show a hint of surprise in his eyes, and before he could react, he was thrown to the ground by this punch.

This punch used almost all my strength, even the gold style in the point spear was used by the way, not to mention that the rat king estimated that it would take a long time to get up, and even my fist was painful.

Because I'm used to using long weapons, not being good at hand-to-hand combat seems to have become a big shortcoming of mine, and if I have time in the future, it's time to improve the hardness of my body.

Just as I was throwing my fist at the Rat King, the room was already in chaos.

The attack launched by those covered in green against the others, the green flesh and blood seemed to burst out with power beyond the limit, and the others had no power to fight back in front of them, only to be flayed alive and dead.

Great grievances and hysterical fear began to creep in everyone's hearts, and after a brief encounter, the floor of the room was filled with the stumps and severed arms of the living, and the red blood mist and the green mist mixed together to take on an extremely rich grayish-black color.

Screams and roars echo in my ears incessantly.

Some of the living tried to force the door open, but the thing outside the door was so heavy that they always broke their shoulders and couldn't shake it in the slightest.

Some people began to remove the screws from the generator, probably trying to move the generator out of the way so that it could escape from the pipes that lined it, and others tried to remove the vents in the roof.

But no matter what the effort is, it seems so futile in the face of extreme despair.

More and more people were affected by the fog, they began to attack the companions around them, the person who had just helped everyone disassemble the engine suddenly went crazy, and bit the companion next to him, the other party wanted to dodge, but he grabbed it back, and then there was a sound of bones being shattered, most of the face of the person who was attacked was torn off, and the bone on his cheek was also broken, and the person who attacked him was too ruthless in his mouth, and his own teeth were also rotted several times.

Those who had just climbed the ceiling were also thrown to the ground, followed by heart-rending screams and the crisp sound of flesh and bones being torn apart, and blood and stumps flew in the thick fog.

There were also people who banged the walls, trying to make a loud enough noise, as if they were going to call for help in this way, but they forgot that they had just come in from the outside, and there was no one else in the square except them, except the demon who blocked the door and hid his whole body in the green.

I glanced at the wall, and so far, no one had scratched it, but there were not many living people left in the room.

Strange, if no one scratches that wall, how did the scratches come from?

The answer to this question was soon given, and when all the living were slaughtered, the green-glowing monsters began to kill each other.

They were much stronger than normal people, and they were extremely fast, and in the heat of the fight, there was a green-skinned man who did not seem to want to participate in the fight, and he scratched at the wall as if he wanted to break a hole in the wall so that he could escape.

Unlike other greenskins, he has retained some of his mind to this day.

Soon, all the Greenskins died under the minions of their companions, leaving it alone, making a final effort against the wallskin.

The flesh on his hands had been completely scratched, and the last few deep scratches were all hard hewn out of the bones on his fingertips, but the wall was made of metal after all, and after leaving these deep marks, his finger bones were also broken.

The green mist in the room began to drain through the cracks in the door, and only the blood mist still shrouded in this not particularly spacious space.

I felt as if something was lying under the door and inhaling silently, it was sucking the green mist out, but the strange thing was that the attraction only acted on the green mist, but it had no effect on the blood vapor in the room.

The last wisps of green mist escaped through the crack in the door, and the green-skinned man under the wall returned to his original complexion.

He was not the first to be greened, he had been attacked by other greenskins earlier, a huge bloody hole was torn open in his chest, an artery in his leg was also injured, a large stream of blood had already dyed his pants black and red, and the huge force that his flesh could not bear when he was greened, he had long since run out of oil, and when the green mist disappeared, he fell to the ground like a rotten log.

I don't know if he was alive or dead at that moment, I just saw his eyes widen and stared at the blood-soaked power room.

The blood mist floats and lasts for a long time.