Dunjun felt that the atmosphere in Shangcheng District was a bit strange.
A trace of gloom seems to be weighing on everyone's mind.
Ladies are no longer keen on balls and banquets, and some private gatherings have quietly become more frequent.
Even Xijie and Alice, the two people responsible for liaison between the uptown area and the core area, have been missing, causing the situation to continue to slide into the abyss.
Gradually, there are fewer and fewer upper-class people in the upper city, and they seem to have disappeared.
Dun Jun knew that they might have fled, or they might have turned into dust. After all, dust sickness attacks very quickly.
He dismissed all his servants and quietly waited for the judgment to come.
"O God of Immortality... the people here are greedy, depraved, and bloodthirsty... but please accept their souls and forgive their sins..."
Dunjun stood by the window, looking at the dead city, muttering to himself.
Boom!
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.
Dunjun opened the door and saw an old man wearing a coat and wrapped tightly.
"Old Henry?"
He frowned and called out the person's name.
"Thank you, Lord of the Great Eye, that you are still here and you are okay..."
Old Henry came in without taking off his coat and gloves. His eyes were bloodshot and he walked back and forth uneasily: "I visited many people... something is wrong... You know, there is a mysterious curse spreading in our uptown area."
...Many people died and turned into ashes..."
'Actually, it's not a curse, it's just a plague... But from a mysterious perspective, a curse seems appropriate?'
Dunjun muttered to himself.
"So?" He asked with a raised brow.
"I know that the curse was originally spread from the core area. I saw the changes in Alice, it was her!" Old Henry looked crazy: "Some people plan to leave. They are asking for their own death and cannot get out much."
We are about to perish if we are far away. The only way for us to survive is to unite, occupy the elevators, and fight to the core area..."
"It's a good idea, but... I haven't been cursed, so why should I go to such lengths?"
A look of panic appeared on Dunjun's face, and he took two steps back: "It's you...Mr. Henry, how is your health?"
"I...I'm fine...The great Lord of Eyes has given me a blessing. As long as I keep getting magical eyes, I will be fine, for sure..."
Henry murmured, and his eyes suddenly turned black and red: "Yes... you are not sick... your eyes... can heal me..."
Stab!
While talking to himself, his body swelled and his clothes tore apart, revealing the terrifying body under the cover.
On his right shoulder, eyeballs sprouted one after another, densely covered like sarcoma, which would definitely make those with trypophobia scream.
His right hand also turned into a sharp claw, containing unspeakable filth and evil, exuding blood and terror.
But the left half of his body became gray and black, like a shrunken dry limb, with a trace of cracks on it.
"Eyeballs won't cure you...Old Henry."
Dunjun said loudly, and immediately he saw old Henry waving a huge right claw that was completely disproportionate to his body size. Just by pressing on the ground, the man flew in front of him.
boom!
Dunjun felt as if he was hit by a locomotive head-on. He flew backwards and his back hit the wall hard, leaving a lot of cracks: "He has gone crazy..."
Old Henry exhaled white air from his nose, and the muscles of his right arm knitted together, suddenly merging many eyeballs into one larger eyeball.
The spiritual power with a strong sense of blasphemy and pollution was emitted, making Dunjun feel that the surrounding environment had become blurred.
The next moment, he saw the giant claw coming in front of his eyes, the tip of which was only a thin line away from his pupil.
"My Lord... bless me... eyes... and give me..."
Old Henry murmured, and the gray color suddenly spread to his neck.
The left side of his body suddenly turned into ashes, followed closely by the right side.
In the blink of an eye, this powerful terror turned into dust and disappeared.
Dun Jun looked at the set of dry clothes with a dull expression: "Your god didn't bless you..."
He looked around: "It's not safe here anymore..."
Dun Jun thought for a while, but 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, no one would pursue him fiercely.
As long as he waits quietly, he can let Dust Disease deal with all his opponents for him.
…
time flies.
During three days and three nights, Dunjun sometimes heard wailing, sometimes praying and screaming.
Even at the moment of encountering the devil, it was activated several times, dragging people in the upper city into hell.
The most dangerous thing is the location of the lift platform, where many battles have broken out.
And since last night, everything has gone silent.
If the problem of dust sickness had not been solved, everyone in the upper city would have died, dying of the terrible disease.
night.
The stone slab was pushed away, and Dun Jun came out: "Is it all over?"
He knew that he might be the only one in Shangcheng District who dared to go out and take action at this time.
If you don’t know how the dust disease spreads, it will be extremely lethal and spread very quickly.
And he suspected that even if he didn't know the content, witnessing the 'dust disease' with his own eyes would cause contagion.
Except for the fact that he has the protection of the Immortal God, there should be very few living people in the upper city area at this time.
"We need to start taking action before the chaos spreads completely in the Lower City..."
Dunjun murmured and came to the center of Shangcheng District.
Originally, there should be a large number of guards here.
But at this time, walking through the dilapidated streets, he could see steam armors being twisted, destroyed... and randomly discarded on the roadside.
More battle armors remained intact and stood there quietly, as if its owner had fallen apart inside the mecha and turned into ashes.
The blood stains became more dazzling near the lift platform.
It seems that the rebels targeted this entrance and conducted multiple attacks.
Dunjun doesn't care whether they succeed or fail.
After so many days, the dust disease was enough to eliminate all the rioters.
He came to the lifting platform and turned the joystick.
The advantage of steam steel power is that although it is big and thick, except for the fragile steam pipes, other machinery is still very solid and durable.
Amidst the sound of gears turning, the huge lifting platform slowly started and sank into the ground.
Layers of steel grids flashed past his eyes, and Dun Jun seemed to be experiencing a wonderful journey. His mood was extremely calm, even when he saw a large number of traces and ashes of battle underground.
He searched and came to a parliament hall. He could see that around the highest throne, various dazzling gemstone rings and gorgeous clothes were scattered. On the velvet black cushion, only a pile of ashes remained...