The moment he put on the mask.
Whether it was the headless one immersed in slaughter, or the out-of-control subjects contending with him.
Or the contaminated employees muttering to themselves, or Sally, who was most concerned about Han Dong's condition.
All of them briefly stopped what they were doing.
Centered on Han Dong, dense waves of gray air rippled outward.
Wherever the gray mist spread,
Both allies and enemies could hear bursts of horrifying, mad roars.
However,
The effects they experienced were completely different.
To the headless one, the roars seemed like the war drums of old, stirring up the hot-blooded feeling of his earliest days fighting on the battlefield. He even vaguely recalled who he had been before his head was cut off.
He remembered the head he had lost long ago,
Remembered the face he once possessed.
The resentment emanating from his body actually gathered at his neck into a mass resembling a head. Black hair fell over his shoulders... Though his facial features could not yet be made out, the feeling was there.
However.
The enemy forces affected by the roars fell into an extremely terrible negative state.
Whether they blocked their perception,
Punctured their eardrums or smashed their cochleae,
Or even dug out their entire brains,
The roars remained in their minds. Even Kings could not completely block them, only suffer different degrees of influence.
It was as though the sound required no medium to carry it, nor any conversion into signals.
Or rather, it was something beyond sound itself.
Some employees who had yet to adapt to "reproduction" had their thoughts directly drawn into the Gray Kingdom upon hearing the low roars, where they lived another life in some village.
In reality.
The employees whose consciousnesses had been drawn away immediately fell completely.
Their flesh