The realm of the ghosts of the sixth realm.

A planet of love and betrayal.

It's a planet that's half solid, half gaseous. The so-called love and betrayal are not allusions, but simply exaggerated descriptions of the shape of the planet. Because in the eyes of most people, that half of the foggy gas is the betrayal of the planet against itself.

What's more, the gas is highly toxic.

"Damn, it's festering again."

Singh leaned against a large rock, clenching his bandage with his teeth. Strangled the left half of his body fiercely. The cold moonlight scattered across the sky, illuminating Singh's terrifying body.

His body was rotten, rotten to be exact. Although he is still alive, there is still a surging vitality in his body. But the flesh is already miserable. Bounded by the center of his eyebrows, the right half of his body is intact, but the left half of his body is full of blisters, and his skin is ulcerated, exposing the tendons and blood vessels, bones and nerves that are wriggling underneath. The harsh juice flowed down the gaps in the bandage, giving off a strong foul smell.

This is certainly not normal, and it is not even something that ordinary combat can cause.

The reason is that Singal sneaked into an important planet three days ago and saw something he shouldn't have seen.

That was the most crucial part of his mission, and he did. But the price is that his life is worse than death.

People who have not experienced it themselves will never be able to imagine this kind of horror, especially watching their own body rot without the slightest solution, it is simply the most terrifying torture in the world. And as a cosmic mercenary, the first and currently the only vassal of Blood Pupil, Singal is going through all this.

In the faint moonlight, his body emitted a thick stench. Singhal tightened the bandage with the last bit of force. Then he leaned limply against the rock.

He was tired and in pain, but he didn't have the slightest fear.

Even if he is suffering the most horrific torture in the world at the moment. Nor was he afraid. There is no flinching or hesitation. The reason is that in the past seven years, he has experienced too many life and death tribulations, struggles and confusion.

He is a vassal of the Blood Pupil, and he is the only inheritance of the Blood Pupil in the universe today.

From that raging rainy night, Singal knew whose hands his future lay in. At that time, he was just an ordinary person, but now he is a meteor warrior. Singer knows very well who has brought him out of the abyss of endless despair and who has given him hope. That's a powerful one. Terrible man. But the most awe-inspiring thing about him is not his strength, but his will.

Absolute!

An irreversible will!!

Singhal swore that even if he had been training for seven years and had seen countless powerhouses in the universe, he had long since stepped out of the category of ordinary people, and he had never seen such a pure and firm will. That can no longer be simply called will, it is simply the absolute and the indescribable absolute!

It can't be more pure purity!!

As a vassal of the Blood Pupil, the inheritance of the Blood Pupil. Although the Blood Pupil had not taught him since that time, Singal had consulted all the archives on the Blood Pupil's lineage, and of course knew that the sect master who preceded him, the legendary Lord Hensel. What a strong, determined warrior.

It is all the condensation of will, the embodiment of will.

Their line is the inheritance of will!!

So Singal has always held himself to a strange standard.

The body can corrupt. The amount of force can be discarded. Even the flesh can be treated as if it does not exist! But the will will absolutely insuffers from any defilement. Any retreat.

This kind of request has made Singal suffer a lot of difficulties in the past, but it has also allowed him to enjoy a lot of benefits.

It's like now.

Half of the body is rotting, half of the blood vessels and organs are necrosis, if it were an ordinary person, or even an ordinary cosmic mercenary, it would have been unbearable and even wailing in pain. But Singal just scolded viciously, and ignored a simple medical treatment for himself. His body is still strong, and the most important thing is that his will is still pure. So even if this half of his body is rotten, he will still be firm, and he will still have more than eighty percent combat effectiveness.

Never dying, never giving in, this is the characteristic of their line.

Even, even if you die, you have to continue fighting.

"Damn, it still hurts." Singhal muttered with a frown, took a flask from his body and took a sip. There is no fine wine in the jug, it is pure alcohol at all. So he almost didn't vomit when he drank it in one gulp. But again, the hot sensation began to numb his nerves and made him feel much better.

As a cosmic mercenary, alcohol doesn't do much, but it's another thing to take the initiative. There is no need to mobilize energy for problems that can be solved with matter. Singh knows this.

Putting down the flask, he took out another cigar and lit it, inhaled hard, and then exhaled the smoke from his lungs.

In the sky, poisonous clouds were condensing, and a breeze was blowing. The moonlight began to blur, and there seemed to be a faint fear of something.

Singhal, of course, knew what the reason was, and couldn't help but spit on it.

"Damn, I chased after me."

It all started on the planet he had explored before.

Or rather, the core area of the mutant civilization.

God testifies that before this mission, Singal would not have imagined that mutants would be so powerful and so difficult. In just seven years, in the void of time after the events of the ruins. This mysterious, yet terrifying, new race has encroached on the entire realm of ghosts. All the cosmic mercenaries, the star thieves, all crushed under their footsteps. Not even a shred of information was delivered.

To this day, the Ghost Realm still operates under the name of the Star Thief, acting according to the rules of the Star Thief. But the managers have long since been replaced by mutants. As for the original Star Thieves, they have already become fertilizer for some biological 'plants'.

It was because Singal didn't know what to do that that he broke into the mutant's land. Although the most stubborn broke out with his strong will and combat power, he was also injured by the strong among the mutants.

Those were two strange cosmic warriors, if they could be called by the term cosmic warriors.

Their appearance remains human, but their souls and spirits have mutated. One is good at rotting the power of the force, while the other is good at proliferating. In terms of combat power alone, they will not be much stronger than Singel, but what is terrifying is their ability. I don't know what the Dao is for, they can actually mobilize the primordial energy of life, so as to destroy the enemy.

Singer was violated without noticing, thus causing half of his body to be corrupted, coupled with the proliferation power of decaying cells, which caused today's results.

Don't look at the fact that he has now reached the meteor level, in fact, the strength of the comet-level level, but he has not been able to get rid of the limitations of the physical body. When his body is completely decomposed, his life will also end.

"Something...... Singhal struggled to get up as he silently stared at the cold moonlight in the sky. (To be continued......)

PS: Just one section, the knife is off work. I will be at my parents' house with my wife and children, and I don't have much time to write. That's all.