Chapter 390: Arrival at the Sacred Capital

Before the Sacred Mausoleum, the sunlight was dim.

Not a single living person could be seen within his field of vision. Breathing in the slightly purified spiritual Qi nearby, Du En suddenly felt that he was truly out of place here, and he could not help but think of the content of those murmuring echoes.

He was all alone...

When the creature that hatched from the egg first left the underground, was what it saw a similar scene? Another cycle, another attempt by the True Monarch; that so-called God was, in the end, merely an experimental subject.

Thoughts surged in his heart, and his footsteps continued to move forward.

Under the guidance of the Sacred God, he headed toward that Sacred Capital.

And then.

Boom! A punch exploded a living, breathing body; it was an ordinary farmer who had originally worn hemp robes, but now his body was constantly cracking and proliferating, with pulp and fluids mixed with crystal clusters spraying out from time to time. Because he was in unbearable pain, he sought the pleasure of slaughter, attempting to use it to cover up his own sinking.

Crack!

Another leg swept over fiercely, causing the armor adhered to the limbs to shatter. From within, there was a deep purple light—it was the mutated magic power, constantly surging within the deeper shell. Thus, the living guards were even more terrifying and powerful than the zombies after death.

Along this journey, Du En first encountered mutated ordinary laborers; they were originally slaughtering each other in unbearable pain, but upon discovering him, they immediately rushed over one after another.

After defeating the maddened laborers, the Sacred Capital's guards began to appear. They wandered alone between the Sacred Capital and the Sacred Mausoleum, executing the same mutated guard duty, killing and destroying every moving object that appeared in their sight! Their gazes were deep purple, the armor on their bodies had grown together with their flesh, and their magic power was driven by the same mutated origin, which in turn promoted it. Thus, that deformed, mutated body was powerful enough to rival an ordinary early-stage Great Cultivator of the Deity Transformation realm, and they possessed magic power that could easily unleash great might, clearly stronger than those of the same Deity Transformation rank! Furthermore, because Du En could no longer use Sacred Refining to turn these mutated living beings—who were difficult to classify into the two categories of earth and wood—into Dharma treasures to achieve the effect of supporting the war through war, he chose to fight them head-on, a clash of strength against strength.

Boom! Amidst the explosive sound, the Vajra Indestructible Fist fiercely blasted apart all obstacles, whether it was the Ying-disease great might, the deep purple magic light, space, or flesh, causing the mutated guard, who had become braver as he fought, to directly transform into a blooming, crystalline purple flower.

"The simple laborers are addicted to slaughter, the high-spirited guards are mutated and twisted; the paradise that should have been glorious and peaceful is now a hotbed of deformity and decay. The living people are becoming walking meat in pain one by one; everything will be doomed eternally!"

The Sacred God's murmur sounded at this moment, filled with thick lamentation, because its own kingdom, that beautiful Sacred Kingdom of the past, was falling to this state and rapidly heading toward destruction.

He also did not know what the situation was like inside the Sacred Capital now.

Du En just thought this, raised his head to look past the treetops in the forest, and looked at the city walls that were already vaguely visible.

His powerful vision could capture that on top of the walls, elites covered in heavy armor were patrolling. They seemed quite normal, appearing to be dutiful, not letting the mutated people outside the city invade the Sacred Capital.

However, Du En saw at a glance that the gaps in the heavy armor of those elites were occasionally flashing with an obscure deep purple.

They had also long since mutated! The reason they looked normal might just be because the degree and type of mutation were inconsistent.

The mutations of the dead only have two major types.

But the mutations of the living are exceptionally varied.

Du En looked back at the path he had just walked.

The laborers were deformed and twisted flesh butchers; everyone's appearance was different because the spiritual body origin seeds within their bodies grew wantonly after being infected, which is why this situation existed.

Bringing his gaze closer, the mutations of the guards were relatively consistent. Combining the armor and weapons absorbed on their bodies, they could still maintain a human form, but they were also more powerful. They could easily possess the powerful combat strength of the early Deity Transformation stage, and because they possessed magic power, they could erupt with great might, even stronger than Ying-zombies of the same rank.

Overall, it presented a state of extreme uniformity due to their profession, or rather, it was the same type of spiritual body origin that had been developed by the locals to form existing combat strength, sufficient to hold the same important post, which is why the situation of tending toward uniformity appeared after mutation.

In short, the more elite, the more consistent, and the more powerful! At the same time, no matter what, from here on until the Sacred Capital, and even within the Sacred Capital, there would be mutated, crazy guys along the way who would keep rushing over to kill because Du En was pure.

"Ah!"

"Kill!"

And sure enough, more laborers and guards noticed him, having approached to a distance where their voices could be heard.

Regarding this, Du En, who had already tested and verified the basic situation, just quietly activated a secret technique.

Undying Ice Soul!

Having been timely cultivated and already brought to completion, once used at this moment, it immediately made Du En seem like an undying, eternally frozen ice soul. The surging life aura brought by his powerful spiritual body was completely suppressed, as if he had become a corpse, or rather, an ice corpse.

Those mutated beings who were already very close immediately lost their target.

They relied on the mutated spiritual body origin to sense and find those normal people, just as parasites would spontaneously look for suitable hosts.

Now that Du En chose to freeze himself, he naturally eliminated this sensing.

However, these guys were very sensitive; actions like spatial movement would still attract the awareness of some individuals, which was realized by relying on the abnormal fluctuations of the mutated spiritual Qi.

"Great, this way we can go directly into the city to find my other apostle who is currently stationed inside and stubbornly resisting the Ying-stone disease, your biological brother."

The Sacred God appeared overjoyed at this, and the hanging lamp spun around.

Du En also did not hesitate and continued to rush on his way.

The twisted and strange forest was left behind, and the pure white Sacred City came into view.

Deep purple blood was smeared everywhere, and Ying-stone crystal clusters grew wantonly. Drip, drop, drip, drop—it made the wide-open city gate look like a viscous and dangerous canal, waiting for prey to deliver itself to the door.

At the same time, such a scene also declared the fact that the Sacred Capital had been breached!

"How could this be..."

The Sacred God was somewhat incredulous; it seemed it had long since lost its sensing and control over the ground, which was why it showed such a loss of composure regarding the fall of its kingdom's capital.

However, the movement occurring at the center of the Sacred Capital at this moment seemed to manifest that Du En's "brother" apostle was still putting up a desperate struggle, waiting for his God to return.

"He is my most solid creation, the toughest warrior in the world. Since the establishment of the Sacred Kingdom, he has always charged at the front or sat in command at the rear, making everyone convinced by him..."

The Sacred God spoke incessantly, unable to hide its inner anxiety and unease, while Du En hurried along silently.

Crossing the eerie city gate, entering into the Sacred Capital, passing by the dense crowd of mutated beings—not knowing exactly how many there were—he went straight toward the location of the movement.

(End of this chapter)