There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 331, Slaughter in Crimson

Running wildly across the wilderness, the destination is not far away.

It's hard to say exactly which part of the god of the springs fell from, but its fall has already brought about very obvious changes to the environment.

Just why?
"A god named after a spring, after his fall, the scene created by a part of his corpse was that black, foul-smelling mud that kept overflowing."

Not only the fallen corpse of a god, but also a large number of buildings fell with it.

These are fragments of the world that fell following the corpses of the gods.

The fragments of the god of springs and the source of the black mud are located in the center of this large complex of buildings.

There, a semi-open hall stands.

When you get close, you can clearly feel a lag and stuttering.

Moreover, Xiao Yang was quite familiar with that sluggish and laggy thing.

A prompt popped up in the God Game.

[Entering the ground, entering the ground]

At this point, the prompts have ended.

At this moment, Xiao Yang clearly felt the unbearable burden that the dungeon rules were placing on him.

In a way, the God of the Spring, whose corpse was still warm, should belong to the same camp as him.

However, Xiao Yang was powerless to stop its demise.

The rules of the dungeon, the games of the gods, the remaining gods of this land, the will of the world.

One was overwhelmed, one seemed to be experiencing internal divisions, one was barely clinging to life, and one was on its last breath.

With a slightly better understanding of the situation, one can clearly recognize who is truly the mainstay in preventing this stinking cesspool from completely exploding.

"It's the dungeon rules; the dungeon rules are the last constraint on these evil gods."

But now, in this crimson expanse, although the dungeon rules have not been completely suppressed, they are like an old, poorly maintained steam engine, with their interlocking gears creaking and rattling.

This is already a very dangerous sign.

This also brings up a very practical choice.

"When there's a problem with your thigh, you shouldn't talk about what you can do."

Xiao Yang is still very clear about reality.

If we can salvage a few more pieces of corpses from all sorts of scoundrels, then the god of the spring won't have died in vain.

However, successfully stealing the body parts is not an easy task.

Just as he arrived in this area.

A rather large group of shady characters have gathered here.

After all, so-called gods, from top to bottom, are all extremely precious and tempting.

“Evil side players, evil god followers, aberrants, corruptors, dungeon monsters, and Xiao Yang.”

A huge, diverse group of people met in front of the evil god's corpse at this moment.

Precious items were placed before them, but no one took the initiative to grab them.

The billowing black sludge was extremely dangerous.

Those who arrived first, and those who arrived later, all had their eyes fixed on the center of this chaotic building complex, on the center of that hall.

Greedy, restless, yet fearful.

But it's not a big problem; there will be things to do.

"Ah! The scarlet moon high in the sky is witnessing everything at this moment!"

Strife, killing, greed, and chaotic desires will all surge forth tonight.

Xiao Yang arrived at just the right time.

With heavy footsteps, they appeared in everyone's sight.

It was like the trigger that set off a chain reaction.

"I can't hold back any longer."

"The battle is about to begin."

There wasn't much to say; everyone's eyes were red, even Xiao Yang was no exception.

The gaze first fell on the hall not far away, then on the surging black mud, and finally, on the figures gathered together in front of them.

Greed is almost impossible to suppress.

Xiao Yang was no exception; in fact, the greed surging within him was even more intense and turbulent.

He wasn't just greedy for the fallen god's corpse; he was equally greedy for every single figure standing on the field.

His gaze fell upon the figures in front of him.

"Demonic player, follower of evil gods, corruptor, dungeon monster."

If he were to take out the Pot of Greed from his backpack now, he would see that on the brass relief of the face, the mouth takes up almost two-thirds of the entire face.

"A wide, grinning mouth."

The battle begins.

Xiao Yang took out his now completely different soul banner.

"Pitch black as ink."

Or look even closer, and you'll see a jagged blackness created by piecing together the faces of goblins.

With a wave of the soul banner in his hand, dark clouds surged out from Xiao Yang, followed by goblins emerging from the dark clouds one by one.

Once the souls within the banner have accumulated to a certain extent, the souls summoned from within are no longer in that hazy and illusory state.

These goblins took physical form, appearing densely packed on every inch of land within the area shrouded in dark mist.

At this moment, the chaotic battle on the field paused briefly, and everyone—people, things, and monsters—once again turned their attention to Xiao Yang.

It landed on the crimson figure whose body was also buried in the dark clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Clearly, if you don't want to be elbowed by the army of souls, you need to keep an eye on that guy who seems to want to take them all down with him.

Of course, controlling such a treasure and enslaving so many souls is no easy task. This posture wasn't even a primary threat to the chaotic mess before him, but rather to Xiao Yang himself.

After all, these were all personally sent into the soul banner by Xiao Yang.

Before they could elbow those monsters and demons, Xiao Yang himself was the first to be targeted.

Countless faces, densely packed together, surrounded Xiao Yang, their expressions and eyes filled with unparalleled hatred and resentment.

"The Soul Banner is about to backfire."

He wasn't flustered by the situation.

To some extent, Xiao Yang is extremely obsessed with looks and has a touch of transdimensional racism.

More accurately, he did not regard these green goblins as an equal.

"If they're not human, then what's the point of killing more and more?"

He lowered his gaze, indifferent and calm.

He tightened his grip on the Soul Banner, as if he wanted to crush it until it was willing to be held obediently by Xiao Yang.

An extremely tall figure appeared in front of Xiao Yang; it was the Goblin King who had recently been one move behind Xiao Yang.

He seemed quite unconvinced.

An angry roar.

"Let's fight one more time. Take off that damned armor of yours. If I lose, I'll submit. Otherwise, I'll never be at your beck and call!"

He was negotiating terms with Xiao Yang.

But now, the situation is different from before. He brandished the Soul Banner in his hand, thrusting it out like a spear, piercing through the powerful and troublesome Goblin King and lifting him high.

Xiao Yang's method of using the Soul Banner is different from that of orthodox evil side players.

Especially after he discovered those green goblins.

He doesn't rely on these guys to fight for him, so he doesn't really need a powerful but unruly guy like the Goblin King to appear in front of him.

A powerful soul shattered and vanished so easily.

Amidst the terrifying aura, Xiao Yang surveyed the green goblins that were eager to cause trouble.

In an instant, all was silent.

Strictly speaking, what he needed was a choir.

A goblin choir that provides him with buffs and can handle large numbers of weak enemies.

After Xiao Yang executed that troublemaker, the green goblins that emerged from the soul banner finally realized what they had to do.

In fear, in trembling whispers.

The flames burning around me twisted and grew into sharp, elongated horns that seemed to reach for the sky.

"Xiao Yang, the ultimate savior, battle form, makes his grand entrance."

At this moment, there were no legendary-rank opponents, no epic-rank cult high priests, no evil god worshippers, and no evil-side players on the field.

There are many such cases, which is a real shame.

Amidst the terrified murmurs of countless goblins, what they were about to face was...

"The one who vanquished the evil god, the destroyer of the world, the only pillar of the Order faction in the Rotten Lands, the ultimate savior, Xiao Yang!"

It was a means that offered almost no resistance.

In particular, Xiao Yang added another layer of killing field to the venue as a precaution.

Ordinary monsters, these not-so-powerful epic-rank players, evil god high priests, and all sorts of random things, basically one hit will seriously injure you, and another hit will make you lie down peacefully.

They had absolutely no ability to resist.

A one-sided massacre.

They had no ability to resist, and not even the courage to face it head-on.

They can't even escape.

There is probably no one more exaggerated than Xiao Yang in the Epic rank.

The battle wasn't particularly challenging, but that was exactly what Xiao Yang wanted.

As a player, he prefers the steady, consistent rewards to the difficult and thrilling battles.

have to say.

"These evil-side players are giving out so much experience!"

Xiao Yang showed no mercy to these fellow players.

Even though some of these guys were wailing and begging Xiao Yang to let them go, and promising to turn over a new leaf.

But he remained unmoved.

In his opinion, these guys' actions were truly laughable.

"Since you've already chosen the evil side, weren't you prepared for what you're facing today?"

Xiao Yang had long been prepared to die in this rotten land one day.

These guys are still fantasizing that they can get Xiao Yang to let them go by kowtowing, admitting their mistakes, and swearing to reform.

For example, right now, right in front of him.

One of them, with a terrified expression, voluntarily offered his soul, willing to sign a soul contract with Xiao Yang.

This is an Epic-rank player on the evil side.

The game featuring gods all displayed pop-up prompts.

This soul contract is indeed real.

Unfortunately, Xiao Yang's thoughts did not change because of his action.

He raised the Dark Slaughterer high in his hand.

A wide smile spread across his face as he looked at the men kneeling on the ground before him.

(End of this chapter)