Bang!
Bang!
The thick stench of blood mixed together, and under its overwhelming concentration, it even gave off a sickeningly sweet smell that made people want to retch.
In the dim Underground City, tens of thousands of Mutants knelt in a dark, oppressive mass, welcoming the Advent of their Emperor.
Shrill screams echoed through the Underground City. Accompanied by the ever-louder sound of a heartbeat, this place seemed like the deepest depths of hell, where an unimaginable embodiment of fear was being born.
With hundreds of thousands of corpses piled up, a Mutant only at the Low Third Order on Corpse Mountain was trembling as it held a gigantic heart high in the air.
The chaotic heartbeat resounding like the primordial void was coming from its hands.
Yet beneath its trembling, its eyes were filled with madness and distortion.
If Lin An were here, he would surely be horrified to discover that this Corpse Mountain was composed not only of human corpses but also of countless Mutant bodies.
Humans and Mutants alternated throughout the pile. The number of dead Mutants accounted for nearly half the Mutants in the capital.
At this very moment, in order to usher in the Advent of the high-level Mutants, the strongest among these pioneers was only at the Low Third Order.
And it was also the last one remaining.
All the Third Order Mutants had forcibly opened the gate at the cost of sacrificing themselves.
By sacrificing ninety percent of the human Third Order users, they had obtained vessels capable of allowing the Emperor to descend.
Moreover, in the Xenomorph World Beyond the Gate, a sacrifice even more brutal than this was unfolding simultaneously.
Lin An probably never imagined that, in order to kill him, the Mutants had gone completely insane. They truly did not