Chapter 224: The Stillborn
Yoneyama is a mercenary.

Mercenaries are not common in the real world, and they are usually hired in chaotic areas where no one is in charge. He once worked for three smiling caravans, mainly traveling between Dorne and Dagon. Due to some coincidences, Mishan was promoted to a warrior-level transcendent a few years ago, and he became the captain of the mercenary team. The identity of a transcendent once made him feel at ease, but the good days did not last long. I don’t know when transcendent relics began to appear on the black market, and more and more transcendents were promoted in the real world.

The real country is becoming increasingly turbulent, and the mercenaries have more work to do than before. However, as the number of extraordinary people continues to increase, Mishan's work is becoming more and more difficult, because there are always some extraordinary people who use any means to gain wealth.

At this critical juncture, the caravan that Mishan worked for went bankrupt. Fortunately, a large consortium soon acquired the Three Smiley Faces and took in their group of mercenaries as well.

Yoneyama's job hasn't changed much.

The only difference was that the trade route had changed from Dorne to Dagon to Dorne to Dreger. He had just recently followed the caravan into the forest of Dreger. After passing through the forest area with lush vegetation, the caravan finally arrived at a place called Shadowtown.

His life should have been back on track, but at some point, Mishan discovered that he was a little abnormal.

He has been having nightmares for the past two days.

The continuous nightmares made him extremely tired. Even with the strong physique of a supernatural being, he could not endure such torture. What was worse was that it seemed that he was not the only one in this situation, because on the third day, he found that the other members of the caravan also had bloodshot eyes and looked extremely exhausted.

"Have we encountered anything unclean?" Bobby, another mercenary in the caravan, came over.

His eyes were red as he looked at Mi Shan in front of him and said, "I just took a nap, and it's been less than 20 minutes, and I dreamed about that damn ghost thing again!"

Mi Shan's voice was hoarse: "What did you dream about?"

He hadn't slept for almost a day and a night, but he was still feeling sleepy. What was worse was that according to the original plan, they should have walked out of the forest long ago. But now they were exhausted, even the mules and horses pulling the cart were extremely tired, and they had to delay the trip by more than a day.

Bobby shook his head and said, "I don't know. It's a gray fog. Sometimes you can see something, and sometimes you can't see anything."

"When I was taking a nap just now, I seemed to see a huge cocoon. No, it might be a pupa."

“I feel really bad!”

Mi Shan's expression became serious when he heard this. He said in a deep voice, "I also dreamed of endless gray fog and a huge jumping pupa. I don't know what the hell that thing is."

"But we might be in trouble."

Bobby lowered his voice and said, "Have you noticed? Only the extraordinary people in the entire team have that damn nightmare. The others, the ordinary people, seem to just feel tired and sleepy."

Mishan said in a hoarse voice: "Has Kanbula not come back yet?"

"Are we lost?"

"We should have left the forest yesterday afternoon, so why are we still wandering around in the forest today?"

Hearing his words, Bobby showed a trace of fear and said, "I don't know."

“But I feel like he might not be here anymore.”

A strange howling sound was heard.

Mishan instantly clenched the spear in his hand. Compared with hot weapons, he was more proficient in cold weapons. He once used a spear to stab three zombies to death in a row. However, he also carried hot weapons. There were many arsenals in Dorne.

"Who?!"

The two men rushed in the direction where the sound came from. The caravan was resting by a nearby river. Since everyone was in low spirits, they might have to stay another night.

In the reflection of the forest.

A burly figure wearing a simple robe, holding a rattan cane, and with extremely thick hair and beard emerged.

Druid.

Mi Shan seemed to have met a savior, and walked over quickly and asked, "Is it the Forest Sage of Deler?"

"We seem to be in a bit of trouble."

"The caravan is lost."

The other party's figure was a little blurry. When Mi Shan approached, the druid's figure suddenly disappeared like a ghost, and then began to flash, flashing continuously, like a ghost. He seemed to be searching for something, but he could not see Mi Shan and others who were so close.

"Have we encountered a ghost?" Mi Shan felt instantly terrified.

Bobby on the side also nervously clenched his weapon and lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on? Is he a ghost?"

At this time, the other party's figure had already walked in front of them.

The figure of Druid passed directly through them, and then he seemed to sense something. His strong perception and insight made him stop and observe everything around him with a frown.

"It doesn't look like a ghost!"

"But he seems to be unable to see or hear us?" Mi Shan whispered.

at this time.

The druid raised his hand, and the vine-wood staff in his hand emitted a faint light. His deep voice turned into an echo and he asked, "You are here, right?"

"If you can hear me."

"Find a large tree nearby, the older the better, and place your hand on its trunk."

After hearing the other party's words, Mishan and others looked hesitant.

But after hesitating for a moment, he turned around and searched the nearby big trees. His intuition told him that he had encountered a supernatural event, and if they did not seize the opportunity to escape, they might be trapped to death here.

Mishan found an oak tree, and when he put his hand on it, his vision immediately began to blur.

He saw the druid.

The other party's tall figure passed through the forest and quickly approached him. Then a faint light enveloped the body, and the druid's low voice rang out: "Don't speak!"

"Hear me."

"You are in danger now!"

"Your bodies are still in the woods near the valley, but your souls have left for dozens of kilometers and are trapped in a real dream."

"Now."

"You must return to the caravan immediately, wake up the others, and have them return to their starting point along the original route."

"The forest sages will try to drag you back from your real dream!"

what?
soul?

Mishan's consciousness was in a trance for a moment, and in an instant he found that everything around him became shadowy. The forest that was so real the moment before became illusory the next second.

The companions also disappeared.

"Am I dreaming?"

"No! The caravan has been on the road for two days." "Have we been dreaming all this time?"

After informing everyone, the druid quickly set up a magic circle on the spot, and at the same time waved his hand to call a flying bird, saying to it in a deep voice: "We have found a caravan trapped in the real dream."

"Notify the Archdruids immediately!"

"The evil gods in the dream plane may have awakened!"

"The entire town near Shadow Forest has been eroded by the dream plane, and many people have fallen into a deep and real dream."

Everything around gradually turned into grayish-white reflections.

After Mi Shan regained consciousness, he immediately rushed to the caravan's resting place. He grabbed his companion in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Something is wrong. Let's go back the same way."

"Otherwise everyone will die here!"

As he spoke, Mi Shan looked up and his whole body trembled. He saw that the other people in the team were all wrapped in a cocoon-like substance while they were sleeping. Even his companion had a confused expression, with gray mist-like threads wrapped around his body, completely enveloping him.

It was at this time that Mishan noticed that his palm had passed through the other person's body.

He seemed to have turned into a ghost and no one could see him anymore.

Wake up from the dream.

He became a spirit.

Damn!

Mi Shan walked around the camp where the caravan was resting. He saw many sleepy and painful faces. After struggling for a moment, he immediately turned around and ran back the way he came.

Everything around me is gradually changing.

The dense forest became more and more unreal. The shadowy figures seemed alive, and the reflections of the trees opened their bloody mouths as if they would swallow him up in the next second.

Just then, a wolf howl was heard.

Mi Shan saw a giant wolf running wildly. Its bright silver hair seemed to glow slightly, and its body was the size of a calf. After discovering him, it immediately howled to guide him to run wildly.

Legend has it that there are animal lords in the Dre region, who are wise nature spirits.

He didn't know how long he had been running.

Everything along the way was changing, from reality to nothingness, and from nothingness to reality. He seemed to be lost in the layers of space. If it weren't for the giant wolf guiding the way, he would have gone crazy long ago.

Finally, he saw a ray of light.

Mishan saw the campfire, the caravan's carriages, the bodies of people lying flat in the camp, and the druids scattered around.

"There's a spirit over there."

A druid's eyes were fixed directly on Mishan's position. The next second, his consciousness became hazy. When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the carpet next to the carriage.

Under the gray sky, several eagles flew by.

A barrier to protect against evil had already been set up all around, and the forest sages had used the holy stones to prop up a shelter. Thousands of people were lying in the entire camp, all in a state of unconsciousness.

"Has the support not arrived yet?" a druid's voice sounded.

An owl descended from the sky and said in an anthropomorphic voice, "It should be here soon."

"Kirishima is also moving."

"The breath of death is restless. Perhaps other evil gods and ancient evil creatures have awakened."

I don’t know how long it took.

It seemed as if a sun appeared in the sky, and its dazzling light enveloped the earth, evaporating all the empty shadows. In the dazzling light, Mi Shan suddenly heard painful groans coming from beside him, and the people lying on the ground in a deep sleep gradually woke up.

at the same time.

On the Mist Island in the material plane, an isolated island, in just half a day, the ground was covered with countless dark purple flesh mosses. These moss-like flesh and blood substances continued to spread, absorbing nearby nutrients and then differentiating into flesh and blood pipes. Amid the slight tremors of the ground, tumor-like organs rose up, like small hills of flesh and blood, about thirty meters high, connected to the flesh and blood pipes on the ground.

Boom boom boom!
There were muffled sounds like heartbeats.

From the deepest part of the underground, streams of death energy gathered here, and the hatched flesh mountain organs gradually seemed to turn into swollen wombs. The filthy pus made them swell like air, and vaguely one could see the embryos gradually taking shape. They continued to grow, growing in death, and eventually turned into giant babies that looked like mummies.

The inner world of this area.

A dead fetus with a diameter of about five kilometers is gradually dissipating, as if it is being decomposed. Countless nutrients are transported along the pillars of flesh and blood toward the ground. Then the melted flesh and blood pour into the surface, differentiating into dozens of hatching organs, like tumors on the surface of the earth, from which mummified dead fetuses continuously crawl out.

——Incomplete Atrophied [Divine Evil] [Old Stillborn] (CR 22)? !

There were bursts of sad cries from the orphans of Kirishima.

Ever since humans regained the power of the law of death, all the old embryos related to the concept of death that were nurtured deep in the earth's core have been slowly turning into stillbirths. Now that the world's law of death is becoming more and more stable, those old embryos can't even be hatched as stillbirths. Their divine power continues to differentiate, turning into dozens of incomplete gods that were forcibly born.

These premature monsters let out bursts of cries, and endless gray fog surged, as if calling for the mother that gave birth to them.

The remains of the ancient battlefield, Atlantis.

On a ruin covered with the remains of an ancient magnificent city, filthy pus and blood continued to gush out of a rift valley that was tens of kilometers long, as if a river had filled the surrounding rift valleys. The pus and blood of the earth gushed out in all directions. In the violent earthquake, a flesh and blood tissue that was hundreds of meters long and looked like an umbilical cord broke out of the ground. It was like a dancing poisonous snake, heavily lashing everything nearby, as if venting its own anger and pain.

boom!
The earth shattered.

Endless magma gushed out, and then a huge hand stretched out. It was a withered giant's hand, with lava all over the surface. Under the gray-brown skin, the veins of the blood vessels were clearly visible. As the rift was stretched open, a crack several thousand meters long appeared, and a shriveled head popped out. It had only one eye on its forehead and no facial features, as if it was a faceless giant. A huge placenta was dragged out from the ground, and the faceless Cyclops slowly climbed up. His height of nearly one thousand meters was like a mountain, and he let out bursts of sad howls towards the empty earth.

——Premature Gevollo [Old Embryo] (Challenge Level 35+).

The laws of the world no longer tolerate it.

Someone took away the laws that should have nurtured it, so it could never grow into a complete form. Driven by the instinct of survival, it chose to be born prematurely. Endless pus and blood spread along the veins of the earth. This faceless giant, nearly a thousand meters tall, dragged its incomplete body, gnawed at the placenta, and then continued to crawl on the ground. His lower body was like an enormous slug. The upper body of the giant was shriveled and shrunken, while the lower body of the slug was as fat as a mountain. It crawled towards a certain location in the distance, and streams of pus and blood gushed out of its incomplete body.

A bloody trail hundreds of kilometers long spread towards the end of the sky. Relying on the induction of the origin of the law, this prematurely born old embryo approached a certain existence that stole its power of law.

In a very short period of time.

In the inner world of the entire planet Terra, those old embryos that could no longer condense the laws began to be born prematurely, and those old embryos that were still intact also began to accelerate their incubation in the inner world. They extracted nutrients from those 'abandoned embryos' and even competed with each other for nutrients to speed up their own birth.

The fundamental laws of the world are in constant turmoil, and two forces are fighting for control of the laws.

The huge womb of the inner world seemed to be wriggling, sending the old embryos in the womb to the real plane in advance.

The old mother is expelling the embryo from her body.

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(End of this chapter)