I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 573 - 573 572. Human Mutation_1

Chapter 573: 572. Human Mutation_1 Chapter 573: 572. Human Mutation_1 “They, they’ve already gone up the mountain, they’ve gone, right there, I don’t know anything, I don’t know anything, oh God, please, I have children, please, I didn’t know…”

The foreigner had already collapsed mentally, his tears and snot becoming one, and drool flowed from his mouth. Amidst his incoherent words, he finally pointed out a location.

“As expected, Dai Yuanyang took other foreigners up the mountain, and his purpose besides the Mysterious Monarch was the seal here.”

Lu Ban briefly described what he had seen.

The trembling of the earth seemed to have diminished somewhat, but he knew very well that those foreigners must possess some supernatural powers. Whether they could awaken Fang Geng was another matter, but causing some intense earthquakes in this area would not be difficult.

In this era, if such natural disasters still occurred, then this nation might truly be in jeopardy.

“Brother Lu, what should we do?”

He Chong asked, his mind also in turmoil. The sight of the Divine Idol of Fang Geng had already made him sense a thread of madness in the world, and now, faced with a power beyond nature, he felt fear and trepidation.

“Run, get away from Jiangcheng Mountain, get away from Jiangcheng, the farther the better.”

Lu Ban answered.

Though the Inheritors of the Ninth River all possessed various extraordinary abilities, they were still far from adequate in the face of the Foreign Domain’s pollution and the presence of the Ancient Overlord. They might even go insane upon contact. Staying here would offer little help; it was better to run away quickly and evacuate the citizens to avoid a catastrophe that could jeopardize the entire city.

“But according to what you said, suppressing the monster here is the duty of the Mysterious Monarch, the Inheritors of the Ninth River. We can’t just run away.”

Du Ming said.

“No worries, now I am the Mysterious Monarch. I’ll take responsibility for what happens here.”

Lu Ban said.

The earthquake shook once more. The foreigners clutched their heads and scurried about, clearly having lost their sanity. They trembled and couldn’t move.

Influenced by this sight, the Inheritors of the Ninth River also harbored thoughts of retreat.

The situation on Jiangcheng Mountain was not something these ordinary folks could solve, and just as Lu Ban had said, he was the Mysterious Monarch. He had mastered the secret techniques of the Mysterious Monarch and should have a way to solve the problem.

People always hope for a hero when facing situations they cannot combat.

Heroes can solve all problems. People unconsciously rely on those outstanding heroes, placing greater expectations on them, and sometimes even blaming them for not achieving perfection in certain situations.

“Quickly, go.”

Lu Ban urged again.

Only then did the inheritors of the Ninth River board the vehicles the foreigners had left here and headed down the mountain road.

As for the remaining foreigners, Lu Ban had no inclination to show kindness. If it weren’t for these people, it is likely that the current situation would not have occurred. They could only be said to have brought it upon themselves.

Lu Ban went up the mountain following the direction the foreigners had pointed out. Soon he came across some construction equipment, with foreigners lying on the ground out of their minds, mumbling something.

He continued forward and saw a spot that had been blown open by explosives.

“…one won’t die if they don’t court death.”

Lu Ban commented.

Approaching the entrance, he saw traces of worms having crawled by; it appeared that if the worms in the brains of Fang Geng’s clan were left unchecked to grow freely, they would eventually become worms of this enormous size.

The guards at the entrance were already suffering from corrosion. Their veins bulged, and it seemed as if worms crawled within their bodies, constantly causing eruptions and depressions on their skin. Their eyes had turned blood-red as they let out mournful howls. They lay on the ground writhing, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard.

Another man was more fortunate; before falling into madness, he had shot himself. The bullet passed through his upper jaw, exploded in his brain, making his face a mangled mess, but at least he still looked human.

Lu Ban walked in and sensed a strong stench of blood.

The ground was sticky and messy, whether with blood or something else, he couldn’t tell.

Lu Ban left a drop of his own blood at the entrance, then delved deeper into it.

He saw several foreigners, lying askew in the cave, and it seemed something had crawled out of their abdomens. Lu Ban took a glance and discovered their spines and ribs were nowhere to be found; he could roughly imagine the vista that would unfold before him next.

When he reached a corner filled with the stench of decay, Lu Ban saw a gap ahead.

At the same time, at the gap, there were some writhing monsters.

These creatures, unlike the slimy, repulsive worms outside, were made up of human spines still covered with flesh and blood.

The ribs had become the limbs of these creatures, the remaining flesh still pulsating on the ashen bones, with nerves and internal organs dangling and dripping with fresh blood.

At the top of the vertebral column were shattered skulls and a mass of flesh, the brains dispersed, turning into tentacle-like appendages, writhing.

This was the form humans transformed into after being contaminated by Fang Geng’s pollution.

Lu Ban didn’t hesitate, immediately picking up the firearms on the ground, and the silver pen “Testament” inscribed words upon the guns.

[Sharp].

The next moment, the pen transformed into a revolver, firing at the firearms.

The gun launched at high speed, akin to a razor, directly slashing through the bodies of those monsters.

Splash—

All of the vertebral bones were neatly severed, the cross-sections as smooth as if cut by a knife.

The creatures fell to the ground, and the writhing brains emitted a fine whining sound, polluting the heart.

Lu Ban approached the gap and saw Dai Yuanyang first.

This Inheritor of the Ninth River had already lost most of his human form, his lower body turned into a web of flesh, like minced meat yet to be scattered; his upper body retained a semblance of human shape, but the bones were inverted, protruding out from inside the body.

“Save, save me…”

Dai Yuanyang saw Lu Ban and let out a weak plea for help.

“Where are the others?”

Lu Ban glanced around the cave; apart from an empty, open sarcophagus and a pile of white bones, there were no other people.

He knew that the main culprit must be someone else.

“Inside… inside…”

Dai Yuanyang pointed towards the sarcophagus.

“Save me, I know I was wrong, save me…”

His voice was hoarse, as if he would breathe his last at any moment.

Inside Dai Yuanyang, something was gestating, pulsating, ready to burst from his body at any time.

“I understand.”

Lu Ban responded, and he picked up the loaded handgun next to Dai Yuanyang, pointed it at Dai Yuanyang’s head, and pulled the trigger.

Dai Yuanyang’s eyes bulged, he twitched for a moment, and finally, he stopped breathing; the creature gestating within him seemed to die along with him, ceasing all movement.

Lu Ban entered the cave as another earthquake erupted, he looked at the empty stone sarcophagus, thought for a moment, and laid down inside it.

In an instant, Lu Ban was surrounded by dazzling colors, and he felt a subtle dizziness.

When he regained his vision, he found himself at the entrance of a temple.

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