Chapter 495 Dead Silence
Dunjun felt that the atmosphere in the upper city was a bit weird.
A wisp of dark cloud seemed to weigh on everyone's heart.
Noble ladies were no longer keen on balls and banquets, and some private gatherings became more frequent.
Even Xijie and Alice, who were responsible for the communication between the upper city and the core area, had been missing, causing the situation to continue to slide into the abyss.
Gradually, the upper-class people in the upper town became fewer and fewer, as if they had disappeared.
Dun Jun knew that they might have been fleeing outside, or they might have turned into dust. After all, dust disease could develop very quickly.
He dismissed all his servants and quietly waited for the coming of judgment.
"O Immortal God... the people here are greedy, corrupt, and bloodthirsty... but please accept their souls and forgive their sins..."
Dunjun stood by the window, looking at the dead silent city, muttering to himself.
Boom boom!
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.
Dunjun opened the door and saw an old man wrapped tightly in a coat.
"Old Henry?"
He frowned and called out the name of the person who came out.
"Thank the Lord of the Great Eye, you are still here, you are okay..."
Old Henry came in without taking off his coat and gloves. His eyes were full of bloodshot, and he paced back and forth restlessly: "I visited a lot of people...something is wrong...you know, a mysterious curse is spreading in our upper town...many people died and turned into ashes... "
'Actually, it's not a curse , it's just a plague... but from a mysterious perspective, a curse seems to be appropriate?'
Dunjun muttered to himself.
"So what?" He raised his eyebrows and asked.
"I know that the curse first spread from the core area. I saw the changes in Alice. It was her!" Old Henry said frantically, "Some people are planning to leave. They are courting death. They will perish before they can get far. The only way for us to survive is to unite, occupy the elevator, and fight our way to the core area..."
"It's a good idea, but... I'm not cursed, so why should I risk my life?"
Dun Jun showed a panic on his face and took two steps back: "How about you...Mr. Henry, how is your health?"
"I... I'm fine... The great Lord of the Eyes has blessed me. As long as I continue to obtain magical eyes, I will be fine, for sure..."
Henry murmured, and his eyes suddenly turned black and red: "Yes...you are not sick...your eyes...can heal me..."
Swish!
As he muttered to himself, his body swelled and his clothes ripped open, revealing a horrible body underneath.
On his right shoulder, eyeballs grew one after another, as densely packed as a tumor, which would definitely make people with trypophobia scream.
His right hand also turned into a sharp claw, containing unspeakable filth and evil, emitting blood and terror.
However, the left half of his body turned gray and black, like a shriveled and dry limb, with some cracks on it.
"Eyeballs won't cure you of your disease... Old Henry."
Dun Jun shouted, and then he saw Old Henry waving his huge right claw that was totally disproportionate to his body size. He just pushed it on the ground and flew in front of him.
Bang!
Dun Jun was like being hit head-on by a locomotive. He flew backwards, his back slamming hard against the wall, leaving a lot of cracks: "He has gone crazy..."
Old Henry exhaled white air from his nose, and the muscles in his right arm tensed up, and he suddenly merged many eyeballs into one larger eyeball.
A mental force with a strong sense of blasphemy and pollution emanated from his eyes, making Dun Jun feel that the surrounding environment became blurry.
The next moment, he saw the giant claw coming in front of his eyes, with the tip just a hair's breadth away from his pupil.
"My Lord...bless me...eyes...give me..."
Old Henry muttered, and gray suddenly spread to his neck.
The left side of his body suddenly turned to ashes, followed by the right side.
In the blink of an eye, this powerful terror turned into dust and dissipated.
Dun Jun looked at the shrunken clothes with a blank expression: "Your God didn't bless you..."
He looked around: "It's not safe here anymore..."
Dun Jun thought about it and did not clean up the scene. Instead, he went to the basement, dug out a cellar, and lay down in it.
The destruction above can be seen as a sign that he has escaped or died.
And given his simple relationship, no one would pursue him relentlessly.
As long as he waits quietly, he can let Dust Disease deal with all his opponents.
…
Time flies.
During the three days and three nights, Dun Jun sometimes heard wailing, and sometimes heard prayers and screams.
Even the moment of evil was opened several times, dragging the people in the upper city into hell.
The most dangerous place is the lift platform, where many battles have broken out.
And since last night, everything has fallen silent.
If the dust disease problem had not been solved, people in the upper city would have died, succumbed to the terrible disease.
night.
The slab was pushed open, and Dun Jun walked out: "Is everything over?"
He knew that he was probably the only one in Upper Town who dared to go out.
If we don't know the principle of the spread of dust disease, the lethality will be too terrifying and the speed of transmission will be very fast.
He also suspected that even if he did not know the content, witnessing the "dust disease" with his own eyes would cause infection.
Apart from the fact that he had the protection of the immortal god, there should be few living people in the Upper City at this time.
"It's time to take action before the chaos spreads completely to the lower city..."
Dunjun muttered as he arrived at the center of Upper Town.
Originally, there should be a large number of guards here.
But at this moment, walking through the ruined streets, he could see steam armors being twisted, destroyed... and casually discarded on the roadside.
More battle armors remained intact, standing there quietly, as if their masters had fallen apart inside the armor and turned into ashes.
The bloodstains were even more eye-catching near the lift.
It seems that the rebels launched multiple attacks on this entrance.
Dunjun doesn't care whether they succeed or fail.
After so many days, the dust sickness was enough to take care of all the rioters.
He stepped onto the lift and turned the joystick.
The advantage of steam and steel power is that although it is bulky and crude, except for the fragile steam pipes, the other machinery is still very solid and durable.
Amid the sound of gears turning, the huge lifting platform slowly started up and sank into the ground.
Layer after layer of steel grids flashed before his eyes. Dun Jun seemed to be experiencing a wonderful journey. He was incomparably calm, even after seeing a large number of traces and ashes of battles underground.
He searched around and came to a council hall. He could see dazzling gem rings and gorgeous clothes scattered around the throne at the highest point. On the black velvet cushion, there was only a pile of ashes left...
