The Abyss Monarch Attacks, What Human Rights Do Beasts Have?

God Servant raised his hand that was so pale that it was almost transparent, and gently grasped it with his five fingers in the air. The crack that was still expanding seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and it made a dull sound, like the bones of the earth breaking.

The crack instantly expanded from one person's height to ten people's height.

The dark red light no longer gushes out, but spurts out, like the magma that has been suppressed by high pressure for millions of years has finally found its exit. The light pillar rises into the sky, dyeing the entire sky dark red.

The clouds shattered into countless tiny fragments under the impact of the light, like broken mirrors. Those fragments rolled and rotated in the air, reflecting dark red light, and the entire sky turned into a broken mirror dripping with blood.

The space behind the crack was surging violently, like a pot of boiling, viscous plasma.

Something is squeezing out from inside.

Not one, not ten, but hundreds.

Mutant.

Things that were once human, things that were once fragments, things that were once absorbed by God Servant in the depths of Moon Domain, things that were twisted into monsters by his power, poured out from the cracks.

Their bodies no longer have any human shape, some have turned into multi-legged crawlers, like a mixture of centipedes and humans, some have turned into a shapeless mass of flesh and blood that is constantly wriggling, and some have turned into monsters like a hill with only one head left, but that head has been enlarged dozens of times.

Their bodies are covered with moon streaks, but those moon streaks are dark red, like lava flowing under the skin.

Their eyes no longer have any color, but are empty. There is nothing in the eye sockets, only two bottomless black holes that look like leading to endless Abyss.

They poured out from the cracks, rushing toward Maple Leaf Forest like a tide, toward those standing under the moonlight.

But then, a more distorted expression appeared on that pale face, a kind of crazy, almost crazy excitement that can only be seen when being pushed to the edge of a cliff.

"You think," his voice suddenly became softer, as soft as if he was telling a secret.

"You think this is all I have?"

He raised his arm, which was so pale that it was almost transparent, and opened his fingers, aiming at the still-expanding crack behind him.

"Everyone from Abyss, it's time to fulfill your promise."

The dark red beam of light suddenly surged, and the cracks seemed to be torn open from both sides by two invisible giant hands. A scream that was not of this world and was so sharp that it stung the eardrums of everyone present.

That was not the sound of tearing fabric, nor the sound of metal breaking, that was the sound of space itself wailing.

The crack changed from one person high to three people high, and from three people high to ten people high, like a wound that was struck in the sky and was still bleeding.

Dark red light poured out from the wound. It was no longer a pillar of light, but a sea of light, pouring out overwhelmingly, dyeing the entire Maple Leaf Forest, the entire mountain, and the entire night sky the color of blood.

Then, they came out.

First, a pair of hands stretched out from the edge of the crack. They were not human hands, but claws covered with dark purple scales, with twisted knuckles and nails as sharp as daggers.

Those hands grabbed the edge of the crack and tore it hard to both sides. The ten fingers embedded themselves into the edge of the spatial crack, as easily as they were embedded into rotten flesh.

A head poked out of the crack.

It was a head that should not exist in any biological illustration. It was shaped like a lizard, but it had three horns that bent backwards. Dark purple lines flowed on the surface of the horns, like living blood vessels.

Its eyes have vertical pupils, dark yellow vertical pupils with no whites or irises, only two black slits as thin as needle tips embedded in a turbid yellow.

Its mouth split open, revealing three rows of staggered, jagged teeth, and a black, putrid-smelling mist gushes out from deep in its throat.

Then the neck, then the torso, then the limbs, then the tail.

A Abyss Lizard Dragon that was more than ten meters long squeezed out of the crack. When its four legs landed on the ground, the ground shook, and the dry maple leaves flew up and shattered into powder in the air.

But this is not the end.

Behind the Abyss Lizard Dragon, more claws, more heads, and more eyes protruded from the cracks.

There is Abyss Bat Dragon with a wingspan of more than 20 meters. There are no feathers or membranes on the wings. There are only exposed skeletons like dry bones, with dark purple light threads flowing between the skeletons.

When it flew out of the crack, those light filaments dragged out several dark purple trails in the night sky, like meteors, but more like blood stains solidified in the air.

There are Abyss Beetle covered with black carapace, each one is as big as a carriage. The carapace is covered with barbs, and dark purple, dewdrop-like droplets hang from the top of the barbs.

When they crawled out of the cracks, the liquid droplets dripped on the ground, and white smoke with a putrid smell immediately appeared from the ground.

There is Abyss Scorpion-Man, who is half human and half scorpion. The outline of a human can barely be seen on his upper body, but his skin is gray-white, like those who have been soaked in corpse water for a long time.

Their faces have no facial features, only four vertical slits. When the slits open and close, you can see dark purple, tongue-like organs inside writhing.

Their lower body is the body of a scorpion, with six legs and a tail. The poisonous needle at the end of the tail shines dark purple in the moonlight.

One, two, ten, a hundred.

Abyss Race gushes out of the cracks like a tide and merges with those Mutant that rush out from all over Maple Leaf Forest.

The number of Mutant is already large enough. Those fragments alienated from Moon Domain and those beings twisted into monsters by the power of God Servant are at least three times as numerous as the fragments.

And now, the addition of Abyss Race has doubled the number of enemies.

Dark purple scales and gray skin intertwined, dark yellow vertical pupils and scarlet Mutant eyes flashed in the dark red light, like a poisonous swamp spreading in the night.

God Servant stood in front of the crack, his white hair fluttering in the dark red light, his golden eyes looking at the creatures pouring out from Abyss, and the corners of his mouth curved.

"Everyone Emperor, why don't you show up yet?"

In the sea of dark red light deep in the crack, eight brighter light spots suddenly appeared.

He did not squeeze out from the cracks, but walked out from the depths of the cracks, step by step, neither hastily nor slowly, like eight kings who rose from the throne and were finally willing to deign to step into the mortal battlefield.

The first person to step out was a humanoid being.

It is called "humanoid" because it has limbs, a torso, and a head, but other than that, there is nothing like a human being.

Its skin is dark purple, covered with dense silvery lines that look like circuit boards. Those lines flow on its surface, making tiny sounds like electricity.

Its head is a smooth oval without any facial features, but there are twelve slender, tentacle-like silver silk threads hanging down from the top of its head, hanging to its waist, and a dark purple bead hangs at the end of each silk thread.

Every time it takes a step, the beads collide together, making a crisp, bell-like sound.

But when that sound reaches the ears, everyone who hears it will feel a chill rising from the depths of their bones.

The second thing that came out was something that didn't look humanoid at all.

It is a dark purple mist that has no fixed shape and is constantly rolling. In the center of the mist is a huge face that seems to have been carved into the mist. The facial features of that face are distorted, and the mouth opens and closes, making a silent roar.

Countless, translucent tentacles stretched out from the edge of the mist, waving in the air, as if looking for something to Entanglement.

The third, fourth, fifth... all the way to the eighth.

The eight Abyss Emperors stood in front of the crack and behind the Divine Attendant. They did not look at the fragments, the mutants, or even the Abyssal races pouring out from all over the Maple Leaf Forest. Their eyes were locked on the same person from the moment they appeared.

Yun Ming.

Yun Ming's hand moved away from Yun Jingheng's shoulder.

He took three steps forward, walked out of the edge of Maple Leaf Forest, walked out of the intersection of light and dark where the moonlight and dark red light beams intertwined, and walked into the open space completely covered by dark red light.

His white hair turned silver-red in the dark red light, and his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but his Soul Ring had already emerged.

Nine Soul Ring.

Two black, four red, three orange and gold.

The air within a kilometer radius became thicker, as if an invisible giant hand was holding the entire space tightly.

The forward speed of those Abyss Races that emerged from the cracks obviously slowed down, and some weak Abyss Beetles were even directly pressed to the ground, with fine cracks appearing on their carapace.

Cai Yue'er stood three steps away to the left of Yun Ming. Nine Soul Ring also appeared, two purple, three black and five black. Her silver hair was fluttering in the light of Soul Ring.

Zhuo Shi is standing five steps away to the right of Yun Ming, but when standing there, it looks like a mountain.

As soon as his nine Soul Ring appeared, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble slightly, and the dry maple leaves jumped up from the ground and piled up into two hills at his feet.

Leng Yaozhu is standing on the right side of Zhuo Shi. Her Soul Ring is six black and three red.

Wu Zhangkong did not stand with them.

He stood next to Yun Jingheng, his right hand holding the hilt of the sword, his left hand hanging by his side, his fingers slightly open, and a ball of light blue light beating in his palm.

He looked at God Servant, and looked at those golden, scorching eyes that seemed to burn everything to ashes.

Yun Jingheng stands behind everyone.

It wasn't because he was afraid, it was because the wall built by the bodies of the fragments blocked him at the back.

Two thousand six hundred and seventy-five people stood densely in front of him, standing between him and God Servant, and between him and the Abyss Race pouring out of the cracks.

Two thousand six hundred and seventy-five fragments escaped from Moon Domain, two thousand six hundred and seventy-five hearts that were crushed by God Servant and put back together by Yun Jingheng, all at the same time, the moonlight lit up.

Silver white, warm white, dark white, bluish white, purple white, white as cold as ice, white as soft as water, white as sharp as a knife and dazzling.

Two thousand six hundred and seventy-five different kinds of white bloomed in their hands, blooming in the dark red light like a sea of blood, like two thousand six hundred and seventy-five white flowers blooming in a pool of blood.

God Servant Looking at those moonlights, the expression on his face changed.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't fear, it was an inexplicable expression, as if ten thousand years of waiting had finally proven to be in vain.

"Your moonlight... has not faded?"

His voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself.

No one answered him.

Yun Ming's voice came from the center of the open space. It was not loud, but every word was like a nail driven into the ears of everyone present.

"Yue'er, Zhuo Shi, Leng Yaozhu, I'll leave those miscellaneous things to you. As for these eight Abyss crawlers, I'll take care of them."

Zhao Yu'an shouted loudly, "Everyone! Clean up the heretics for Moonlight!"

"Kill--!"

Two thousand six hundred and seventy-five people roared at the same time, their voices hitting the trunk of Maple Leaf Forest, the night sky solidified by dark red light, and the bodies of Mutant and Abyss Race pouring out of the cracks.

More than two thousand people rushed forward, and in a blink of an eye, Yun Jingheng was the only one left with Wu Zhangkong and the Yun family brothers and sisters.

Yun Biechen, Yun Zhishui did not rush forward. Their bodies were glowing. This was their own wish. Once the situation began to collapse, their brothers and sisters immediately sacrificed themselves.

Once someone starts to sacrifice, then all the subsequent fragments have only one ending - fusion and return.

In other words, once the sacrifice is turned on, Yun Jingheng will receive more than 3,000 fragments in an instant, and the proportion of fragments will increase. The power that God Servant gained through theft will be forcibly taken back in an instant.

But God Servant cooperated with Abyss and was tainted with the atmosphere of Abyss.

But Mutant is different.

All Mutant will instantly disintegrate into fragments. In short, after the Yun family brothers and sisters begin to sacrifice, Yun Jingheng will get all the fragments except God Servant in a short period of time.

Yun Jingheng got Yue Shen Godhood, it's a definite number!

It's just that at the moment of accepting the fragment, he will "see" all the memories of the fragment that gave birth to consciousness. This is the only drawback of Godhead Fragment-generated consciousness.

Yun Ming's attention has not shifted.

He looked at the eight Abyss Monarch quietly, the curvature of the corner of his mouth did not change.

"Abyss Monarch from the tenth to the twentieth floor," his voice was calm, as if he was reading a list.

"If you were placed at Abyss Plane, you would be considered a top figure. But this is Douluo Continent. If you forcefully cross planes and descend, how much strength will you have left?"

"Fifty percent?"

His eyes swept across the eight Abyss Monarch, "Or 30%?"

Abyss Monarchs didn't answer.

But their silence is its own answer.

Yun Ming's mouth widened a little. He raised his hands from his side and spread his fingers. There was nothing in his palms, but when he closed his fingers, there was a gun in his palms.

"Since we are here, it would be better if we all die here."

"What do you think?"

"Forget it, animals don't have human rights."