Villain Boss: Start from the East Undefeated

Chapter 848 The Real Arrival
"Cough cough cough..."

With the voice of the desperate lady fell.

In the dense fog of the cold winter morning, there was a sudden dry cough.

It looked like a terrifying signal, but it became one in the blink of an eye.

Diseases and plagues, like invisible flames, spread rapidly in the mist.

On a street in the East District.

Two big and one small, the three figures walked briskly.

One of the middle-aged men was holding a large oily paper bag in his arms.

Four loaves of oily yellow bread were packed tightly inside.

"Thanks to Goddess of Life, for changing the smog in Backlund."

"Praise the goddess of life and make our bodies healthy."

"With a healthy body, I worked two more jobs, and finally let our family of three have a good year!"

The middle-aged man spoke, his voice was full of joy and gratitude.

"Praise the Goddess of Life!"

The middle-aged woman looked at the bread in the man's arms, and also opened her mouth full of joy.

Even the half-grown child between the two folded his hands in a dignified manner, put them on his chest reverently, and muttered something in his mouth.

He may not understand good and bad, or even what is called belief.

But being able to feed yourself is a great kindness.

"Let's go! Come home quickly, don't delay!"

The middle-aged man held the bread tightly in one hand and held the child in the other, but looked at his wife who was also holding the child in the other hand.

Not much words, just a glance, it seems that the two understood what the other was thinking.

During the Chinese New Year, many factories will be closed, and many wealthy people will go to various places for vacation.

They have to take advantage of this time to earn more money. Only in this way can they persist until the end of the year.

"Cough, cough, cough... what does it smell like?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man coughed dryly, and felt that the morning mist seemed to have returned to half a month ago.

Back to Backlund, which never sees the sun.

The mix of rust and blood, with a trace of stench, makes people want to retch.

There seemed to be bugs crawling crazily in his throat, making him cough uncontrollably.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

After a while, the women and children beside the middle-aged man also coughed.

The cough became louder from small, from mild to violent.

It was as if he wanted to cough up everything in his chest cavity.

"Cough...poof!"

Following two heavy coughs, a scarlet blood gushed out from the man's mouth in an instant.

Before the middle-aged man could react, the gushing blood instantly turned into pitch blackness.

Exuding a strong stench, it merged into the gray mist.

"What's the matter? Are you sick?"

"Damn... I still want to have an unforgettable New Year with my wife and children."

The middle-aged man murmured silently to himself, his head getting heavier and heavier.

So much so that he walked like he was drunk.

Especially that cough, it seems like a water pump, every time he coughs, a piece of scarlet will be sprayed out.

Exuding a strong stench.

"Pfft!"

The bread in the middle-aged man's arms fell to the ground.

Even the middle-aged man's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, subconsciously trying to gather the scattered bread with his palm.

"Quick...put away the bread!"

The middle-aged man turned his head slowly, revealing a skinny face, with sunken eye sockets and pitch blackness.

In this short moment, it seemed that all life was consumed.

The lips were shriveled, but they couldn't make a sound when they collided.

But he saw his wife and children, just like him, coughing so hard that they couldn't straighten up.

Blood was continuously overflowing from the mouth.

The body lost weight rapidly, as if the coughed up blood was life.

"This mist is poisonous? How could it be? The Goddess of Life has already changed Backlund and brought health to countless people!"

"The people who survived because of the Goddess of Life are all over the East District, Docklands, Backlund Bridge District, and all over Backlund!"

"Why is it still like this?"

"Yes...the Goddess of Life...quickly pray to the Goddess of Life!"

Holding on to the last bit of strength, the middle-aged man opened his shriveled mouth, and finally spit out a sound.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Following two falling sounds, the woman and child also fell to the ground.

The family of three unexpectedly surrounded them subconsciously, enclosing that side in the center, and the three gazes intertwined, as if they still didn't understand what happened when they fell to the ground.

"Pray... the unique Lord of the River of Creation!"

"You are the source of life and the end of all things."

"You are the goddess of life and death!"

"..."

The weak voice, following the sound of prayer, seemed to have submerged into the spirit world, passed through the astral world, and fell into the river of creation.

In the end, it was shaken by the long river of good fortune and fell into Dongfang's ears.

Such a scene happened in Backlund's East District, Docklands, and Backlund's Bridge District.

And as there were more and more people like this, the strong stench became stronger and stronger.

And continue to spread outward.

There is even a tendency to spread to the third middle district and the third west district.

And as time passed, more and more people died, making the plague and disease more rampant.

In the midst of that death, more and more prayers gradually became one.

With great hope, great longing.

It was like seeing the last light in the dark.

On the outskirts of Backlund, in the forest.

"The Creator of all things."

"The master behind the curtain of shadows."

"The fallen nature of all living beings."

"Your devout worshipers pray for your coming."

"I am willing to dedicate my body to use it as a container to carry your great will."

Just at the moment when the Backlund disaster broke out.

The prayer that belonged to Mr. A also passed through the spirit world and the astral world little by little, and finally spread to the land abandoned by gods.

Amidst the sound of prayer, a ray of light descended from nowhere, suddenly enveloped Mr. A.

The light was full of distortion and darkness, as if it were a magnet.

Those figures who died unwillingly in the East District, Docklands, and Backlund Bridge District were born with unwilling resentment and endless negative emotions.

Like the tide, they swarmed in.

Following the dark and distorted light, it poured into Mr. A's body.

There is no one to disturb, and there are endless resentments and negative emotions born in the disaster.

Mr. A also began to change quickly.

The expression became more and more cold, full of depraved and twisted meaning.

The shadows around him were constantly distorting, as if infinite power was born from the shadows and darkness.

The gloomy light on his body also grew larger and larger.

Like a dark beam of light that doesn't know where it connects, it slowly grows from the size of a person to one person.

The endless negative emotions born in Backlund's disaster flooded towards this place even more crazily.

"Sure enough, there are not enough negative emotions, and it will take time and more resentment to come!"

"But it's just right, let everyone's eyes look at the real creator, so that I can do everything I want!"

Feeling the resentment around her like running water, being drawn away, Ms. Despair spoke softly.

His eyes looked straight at the mountains and forests in the suburbs.

This fire, she has already ignited, now it just needs to continue to spread!
"All the rest, let's leave it to the real creator!"

"And my potion is digesting fast, it's time to leave."

"Take Trischik away and prepare for the primordial coming...!"

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(End of this chapter)