"What happened..."
Michelle murmured in a low voice, frowned, suppressed fear, and walked out slowly Blood Demon Hall.
But after leaving Blood Demon Hall, Michelle, I discovered...
Blood Demon Hall is just a small part of this change.
Walking out of the Blood Demon Hall, the Demon Race Progenitor outside is even crazier!
All Demon Race, all crazy!
There were Madness's Demon Race everywhere, screams, painful wails, and sounds of fighting... and Demon Race's corpse.
These Demon Race seemed to be driven crazy by something.
It seems that in the entire Demon Race Ancestral Land, she is the only one who can still stay awake.
Such a situation made Michelle a little frightened, and she quickly retreated to the Blood Demon Hall subconsciously, as if this place could give her a sense of security.
"No, the situation here is too wrong. I must tell Heavenly King Hall right away! Yes, Michelle, calm down and pass the news on!"
Michelle kept calming down, and finally used his Talent Divine Ability to convey all the news here.
After doing this, Michelle breathed a sigh of relief.
"Otherwise... I'd better go back to Great Demon's room."
I always feel that Birdcage prepared for her by Great Demon is the safest place.
"I don't know if Black and Great Demon have also become like this..."
Thinking of Black, Michelle, I couldn't help but feel heavy.
"Oh, Michelle, what are you thinking? He is Demon Race. He bullied you so much before and even asked you to live with Birdcage. You are actually worried about him!"
Michelle hammered his head and tiptoed toward the Blood Demon Hall's deepest room, Black's room.
Just then...
A heavy staggering, almost collapsing footsteps came from the corridor beside him.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The steps were heavy, stumbling, and shaky, as if he would fall completely and fall to the ground at any time Annihilation.
Michelle's heart tightened, and he suddenly turned his head to look, and then his pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart trembled.
At the end of the corridor, a figure was struggling wildly and staggering towards him.
The figure was originally supposed to be tall and burly, but at this moment... it was dry and shriveled, with skin and flesh sticking to the bones, shaped like Skeleton. The originally plump and strong muscles had completely atrophied, and the aura around the body was decayed, disordered, and weak and erratic.
As for the majesty of Demon King, the strong Feng Zi has no trace left.
At this moment, his clothes were in tatters, stained with blood, and his skin was cracked, black, and covered with blood stains. He looked hideous and miserable, like an evil ghost crawling back from hell.
If it weren't for the iconic Battle Armor, Michelle, it would be impossible to connect this withered corpse with the gentle and righteous Demon Race strong man who took care of her many times.
Andre!
This is the captain of Blood Demon Guard Squad, where Black originally belonged.
Later, Black rose through the ranks and became Black's subordinate. He followed Black all the way from Blood Demon Domain to Demon Race Ancestral Land.
It can be said that Michelle among Demon Race, apart from Black, the one with the most contact is Andre, the old brand Demon King.
Unlike other Demon Race who are murderous, cruel, and cold-blooded, Andre is honest and honest by nature, and values love and righteousness. Although he is Demon Race, he has never bullied the weak or harmed innocent people.
On weekdays, he is always Michelle, helping her resolve difficulties and treating her gently and generously.
But at this moment...
Andre, who was originally honest and honest, turned into such a miserable person, a ghost and a ghost.
Michelle No matter how much he hates Demon Race, at this moment, there is a subconscious surge of sourness and sympathy in his heart.
Andre A pair of gentle eyes seemed to burst and bulge from the sockets at this moment. They were covered with Scarlet bloodshot eyes, red and terrifying, and their eyes were full of pain, madness and despair.
He stared at Michelle, staggering towards him, his voice hoarse and broken, filled with pain and confusion.
"Michelle... why... why are you okay?"
"Why... we are all suffering, those voices are so noisy and annoying... you, can't you hear it?"
Andre is, after all, Demon King Cultivation Level.
The resistance to those Whispers is much stronger than that of ordinary Demon Race.
But even so...
He also felt like his head was about to explode.
Those voices kept making noise, and they kept making noise, as if they were going to break his head.
But why...
Michelle seems to be fine?!
"Sound? What sound?!"
Michelle asked tremblingly.
Only at this moment did she realize that these Demon Race were all driven crazy by the sound?
But she didn't hear anything.
Michelle wants to find out more information so that he can pass it on to the Heavenly King Hall.
However...
Andre can't hear Michelle's words at all.
Or rather...
There were too many sounds pouring into his ears.
Can't tell the difference.
He couldn't tell the difference at all!
At this moment, my mind is bombarded with thousands of Demonic Voicess, countless distracting thoughts are crazily intertwined, and endless pain is tearing at me crazily.
Divine Soul felt like being pierced by thousands of steel needles, cut by thousands of sharp knives, and burned by thousands of Blazing Flame. The pain was heartbreaking, the pain was deep into the bone marrow, and it was painful to live.
"It hurts... my head hurts... there are so many noises... there are so many people making noise..."
"Countless people are crying, yelling, complaining, and hating... I'm going crazy... I'm really going crazy!!"
Andre held his head in both hands, roared crazily, his body trembled violently, and his whole person fell into a state of half madness, half awake and half mad.
He could no longer bear the pain that was like Divine Soul Lingchi, so he turned around suddenly and slammed into the hard wall beside him!
"Bang!!!"
A dull and harsh impact sounded loudly.
The palace wall, which was extremely hard and comparable to Divine Artifact, instantly cracked with dense spider web patterns and scattered gravel.
And Andre seems to be unaware of pain, life and death.
His head bounced back and his body shook, but he still didn't stop for a moment and hit him hard again!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After several consecutive crazy impacts, his forehead was instantly bloody and fleshy, his bones cracked, and Scarlet Fresh Blood covered his entire withered face, looking miserable and terrifying.
But compared to the extreme pain of Divine Soul tearing, this physical trauma is not worth mentioning and is insignificant.
On the contrary, these pains seem to relieve the madness in my mind.
Andre keeps hitting and hurting himself crazily, just looking for a little relief and a little bit of peace.
"Brother Andre! Don't do this! Stop it!!"
Michelle turned pale with fright, and wanted to step forward to stop him, but subconsciously stepped back.
The Andre in front of me looks... terrible.
Just like Madness, the state was terrifying, making her feel fearful and afraid to get close.
"Kill me... please... kill me!!"
Andre turned his head suddenly, Scarlet's eyes were fixed on Michelle, his tone was pleading and desperate.
The severe pain allowed him to regain some sanity on the edge of madness.
It was in this moment of awakening.
Andre has only one thought in his mind.
die.
Let him die!
He no longer wanted to be affected by those voices and those obsessions.
He is in too much pain!