Chapter 163:

The giant was dim and naked, and the top of his neck was empty and headless, but it eerily exuded a fierce and brutal terrifying aura.

The giant walked through the dark jungle, a black wind following it at either side.

And the giant scorpion it was holding was unlike any scorpion Ron had ever seen.

It was covered in black carapace, with two slender scorpion tails, and a bunch of twisted black tentacles growing on them.

These tentacles constantly permeated with an indescribable filthy and filthy feeling, as if some creature was desecrating life.

As the giant dragged along, the sound of the scorpion rubbing against the earth was like a woman crying, and as the black wind spread farther and farther...

However, even though these two strange creatures seemed to be extremely powerful, fortunately they didn't seem to notice that Ron was standing in the distance, and they walked slowly through the many dark buildings.

Struggling to restrain the aura on his body, Ron looked at the two terrifying creatures with a slightly cold face.

Through the ability of the witch's blood to see through malice, he clearly sensed the rich darkness emanating from the other party.

It was even a million times stronger than the octopus-headed giant he had seen in the ruins of Xingchen Hu a long time ago.

"These two guys... Could it be the inhabitants of the Giants living in the Lost City!?"

As the two creatures walked away, Ron let out a slow breath.

It's just that when he saw the large number of collapsed buildings after the giant passed by, and the many shadowy figures behind him, his brows suddenly furrowed.

With a deep groan, he jumped off the building without saying a word, and his figure quickly disappeared into the dark street.

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Forty minutes later.

An unknown region of the Lost City.

'Bang !!'

After an explosion, the violent shock spread suddenly in a circle of white air visible to the naked eye.

With a faint roar, a large cloud of smoke and dust, Ron slowly pulled his other two-handed sword out of its scabbard.

In front of him were countless gigantic wreckage corpses.

The corpses were scattered all over the place, emitting a rotten stench.

After raising his foot and stomping a corpse that was still squirming to stand up into a pulp, Ron glanced at the large number of corpse giants slowly gathering around him with a cold expression.

This was already the third attack he had encountered in this hour.

These giants seem to be the former inhabitants of the Lost City, but they may have turned into low-level necromantic creatures like zombies because of some power in the Lost City.

It's just that, compared to the twenty-meter-tall headless giants he saw before, these giants that turned into necromantic creatures were only four or five meters tall, and their breath was much weaker.

In Ron's judgment, the overall physical fitness is about the same as that of an ordinary full-fledged knight.

If it were an ordinary person, perhaps one of them would be drowned in this sea of corpses and be torn to pieces in an instant.

But in the face of Ron, who has a strength of 23, these giants, who are only four or five meters tall, are at most like a slightly harder compressed biscuit, and it only takes a little more effort.

Looking at the corpse of the giant getting closer and closer, Ron's eyes sank, and he slammed on the ground under his feet.

'Boom!!'

In a huge crater, his figure disappeared in an instant.

On the other side, in the huge group of corpses pressed by the black pressure, a white air flow suddenly flashed.

'Torah-'

The air shrieved through the screams, and a large number of corpse pieces fell to the ground with a crackle, followed by a series of 'bang, bang, bang'.

In the haze, Ron's figure was like a raging and violent hurricane, blowing up clouds of blood mist wherever it blew.

So much so, in less than ten minutes, all the giant corpses turned into a thick layer of viscous plasma and covered the ground.

A foul stench rose up like substance.

Under this smell, the black smoke that had been lingering in the air seemed to become a little stronger.

Not paying attention to the stench in the air, Ron shook off the filth from his sword with an expressionless face, thrust it back into its scabbard with a 'bang', and turned around and walked away quickly.

After the first two battles, he knew that the corpses of these giants who had turned into necromantic creatures generally came out in groups.

They also seem to have some kind of sense of mutual induction, if one group of giant corpses is killed, another group will quickly gather.

Although it was as easy for Ron to deal with these guys as eating and sleeping, even he would be troubled if he kept doing this.

After all, these giant corpses were secondary, and Ron mainly didn't want to provoke anything else weird and powerful in the middle of the battle.

For example, the old man of the swarm encountered at the beginning, and the twenty-meter-tall headless giant he saw later.

And not long after he left the area, he passed through a deep alleyway.

Suddenly, Ron stopped, and he sniffled slightly, his eyes lit up slightly.

In this foul-smelling air, he actually smelled a faint sweet smell.

Even though the smell is faint, it is as obvious as a cake in a pile of in a city full of malice.

People can see it at once.

"The smell... That's what that woman smells like. ”

Ron reminisced about his battle with Virgil as he slowly turned his head to look at a quiet alley filled with thick smoke.

"This street... The woman must have been passing by not long ago. ”