There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 623, I am the righteous one!

A withered head, a monster neither dead nor alive, awoke, but couldn't even lift its head before being crushed into the dust once more.

In fact, it was pretty much as Xiao Yang had predicted.

His power is overwhelming.

No matter how much the monster struggled, it couldn't break free at all; the most direct manifestation of this was its unimaginable stillness.

Xiao Yang didn't even mobilize much power; he simply had no choice but to revive with a single sentence.

"Don't worry about having too many lice."

Indeed, that is the case. Putting aside everything else, almost every bit of power gathered in him carries hidden dangers.

"It is either a gift from malice, or it carries unknown risks, or it is simply a direct path to the abyss."

It's not that there are no exceptions, but basically 90% of them are like this.

There will never be another Xiao Yang in the heavens.

He is unique. This is not a boastful claim to self-will, but a factual statement. Putting aside everything else, his astonishing power system alone is almost impossible for anyone else to replicate.

Other people, or even those who are not human, who have embarked on the path of the extraordinary, may have a crooked or straight path, a solid and unparalleled foundation, or a broken and difficult path.

But no one will ever be like Xiao Yang again.

His foundation, his extraordinary base, to put it nicely, is what everyone is watching; to put it bluntly, it's a junkyard of chaos, filled with all sorts of incomprehensible and disorderly things, yet it is precisely what lifts him up so high.

They even held it exceptionally high.

He is not a normal being, if I had to describe him.

"A bug?"

A huge bug that is incomprehensible yet somehow manages to run, and whose ultimate outcome is uncertain—whether it is benign or malignant.

As time goes by, the prestige of Xiao Yang's personal epic name continues to rise.

[Beyond Imagination]

He is a true visionary.

And now, some people are going to try something that defies imagination.

"Hope is in the left hand, war is in the right."

What is war?

"Come and taste war!"

"This is war!"

Xiao Yang showed no mercy to the struggling mummified corpse, slapping it hard across the face several times.

He was shouting and asking loud questions at the same time.

Outstanding effect.

The powerful slap, imbued with the authority of war, made the guy's head buzz, and he immediately stopped struggling.

The next step is the formal processing.

The message of justice was shoved straight into the guy's head, the scene resembling some kind of barbaric craniotomy.

Xiao Yang prepared to pry open the head of the enormous mummified corpse. Even though it was dizzy from the blow, it still came to its senses. However, before it could make any further move, Xiao Yang forcefully cracked open its skull.

Perhaps it was related to death, because even with its head opened, it was still struggling.

Of course, Xiao Yang wouldn't tolerate it. The righteous indignation was inserted into that rotten brain, and immediately, there was no further movement.

The transformation process incorporated pure silver, and the righteous consolation also gained a restraining effect on the undead. Now, against these guys with all sorts of messy undead and eternal traits, it's like a wooden stake facing a vampire.

Moreover, it wasn't just a matter of justice and consolation. For some reason, it seemed that the trait of immortality was particularly at odds with Xiao Yang. Even though he hadn't encountered many people with this trait, he had an unexpectedly large number of methods to counter immortality.

Black flames were ignited on the enormous mummified body.

For a moment, it seemed to resemble something else.
"Roasted cured meat." It brought to mind something less than pleasant.

Standing up, his gaze once again fell on the ancient heroic spirits around him who had been suppressed. The heroic spirit battle flag was pulled up by Xiao Yang, and this time they were no longer suppressed. The desperate charge did not start again, but... for some reason, the atmosphere was not so harmonious.

Xiao Yang noticed that all the heroic spirits in front of him and the Valkyrie wielding the long spear were looking at him.

A gaze filled with both apprehension and resolve?

The rusty weapon was gripped tightly.

The atmosphere froze.

"why?"

To some extent, Xiao Yang does tend to overlook one thing.

He might not be a good person.

In every respect.

Whether it's in appearance or in the more superficial inner workings.

Even after becoming a demigod and the brief separation from non-human beings, this point remained unchanged.

He is a being blessed by the gods, favored by pillars, and a deep diver beloved by the sea of ​​the soul.

"The destroyer of the world, the genocideer, the destroyer, the slaughterer."

Judging from his appearance alone, Xiao Yang could be any kind of evil and terrifying madman, or someone who is doing well in any game, or someone who has always been in the almost closed private server of the Rotten Land.

Otherwise, the game "Gods and Gods" would probably have to actively highlight his name in red and bold.

Of course, he himself knows better than anyone that this is a slander, a false and superficial view.

His true identity.

"An ordinary savior."

In the stalemate, perhaps having finally figured out why, Xiao Yang, staring at each other, decided to take the initiative to show some goodwill.

He guessed why, but he wasn't angry.

"This kind of thing happens often."

He considered himself a fairly mild-mannered person.

Behind him, the enormous desiccated corpse lay on the ground. The black fire seemed to have allowed it to break through some of the suppression of the righteous consolation. At least its body could tremble, its eyes could widen, and its face was ferocious, shaking wildly like a Parkinson's patient, consciously accepting the burning of the black flames spreading across its body.

Whether it was just my imagination or not, a sense of despair, which shouldn't have appeared, seemed to have crept onto this potentially powerful, immortal evil god.

After holding it in for a while, Xiao Yang finally managed to express his goodwill.

"A stiff smile, with a hint of horror and grotesqueness."

It's not just a smile like that.

One more sentence.

A sincere statement.

"I am righteous too!"

With that stiff smile, Xiao Yang's words were surprisingly resounding, as if they were true. Wait, this was indeed the truth.

Just the effect...

At that moment, the hazy Valkyrie almost thrust her spear at him.

It's just like the reason why someone isn't trusted.

Such a sentence should never have come out of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)