Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 409 You say the King's Organization is recruiting, I say I'll join the Axis in four or five years.

Cheng Xiao felt he was incredibly unlucky.

During his rebellious phase, his father threw him into the army.

While they were in love, Qingmei died in a mudslide.

Having entered the God's Space, he finally broke free from the old man's control and was ready to make a big splash, only to be outmaneuvered by Chu Xuan, Zhuang Boshi, and Zhang Jie.

Through his own efforts and overcoming countless hardships, he became the captain of the Zhongzhou team. However, he only enjoyed his official position for a few days before heroically sacrificing himself in an "epic battle" against the clone Zheng Zha.

After being resurrected, not only did they lose their captaincy, but the culprits Chu Xuan and Zhuang Boshi also became fourth-tier, with no hope of ever rising again.

In the previous world, he wanted to take back the captain's position, but before he could really show his strength, Zheng Zha chased him relentlessly, leaving him with nowhere to run and almost killing him with a single blow. He didn't even have a chance to demonstrate his abilities.

So when Cheng Xiao arrived in this world, he was determined to prove himself. After all, he had just strengthened his A-grade Nine-Turn Golden Silkworm Gu, paired with an A-grade crossbow armor, a third-tier gene lock, and a B-grade internal energy circulation enhancement.

According to Zhuang Boshi's assessment, apart from a few top-tier reincarnators in the Main God Space, he was practically invincible among those below the fourth rank.

The strongest third tier in the God Realm.

But Cheng Xiao didn't know that this title was a curse.

After accepting Haotian's mission to hold back the enemy's ghost tamers on the outermost perimeter, Cheng Xiao realized what it meant to walk on thin ice.

He was incredibly loyal and righteous when he made that promise.

If you actually try to implement it, you'll encounter pitfalls at every step!
Cheng Xiao wanted to slap himself a few times. Why did he have to show off in front of the newcomers?
He's both a former captain and the number one person below the fourth rank; what's the point of empty titles!
My life is in danger!
Cheng Xiao stealthily made his way through, but was chased by several teams of ghost tamers until he had nowhere to go. He could only take down a small team of ghost tamers by sneak attack, but was almost killed by a supernatural attack before he died.

Who knew that the ghost tamer was controlling a mirror ghost, which, after dying, split into dozens of mirror ghost clones and began to relentlessly hunt him down.

Each mirror ghost clone will transform into the real mirror ghost once it catches him. Anyone who faces the mirror ghost directly will easily be pulled into the mirror space.

If it weren't for the speed, Cheng Xiao would have almost crashed.

Even a random monster could force him to flee in panic.

"Cheng Xiao, how's the situation? The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and I can't see your situation very clearly right now," Zero's voice came through the earpiece.

Cheng Xiao immediately changed his expression and said calmly, "It's just a minor ailment. I didn't even break a sweat. I chased away some of the ghost controllers. Be careful."

"Hehe." Saito Hajime's voice rang out at the same time. He had personally witnessed how Cheng Xiao was chased and made a mess of things.

However, he still warned, "Cheng Xiao, I saw a group of Ghost Tamers heading in your direction. Be careful."

"Roar--"

A sharp, beastly roar suddenly rang out, and Cheng Xiao immediately stopped in his tracks.

A gigantic, rotting wolf-headed monster slowly emerged from the mist.

Its huge claws slammed into the ground, creating a deep crater.

Cheng Xiao couldn't help but exclaim, "How can there be werewolves?"

He quickly moved at top speed, but the werewolf's eyes were like nails, fixed on him as he moved.

That reaction speed is so fast?
Could it be a special mechanism of vengeful ghosts?

Cheng Xiao was startled and instantly activated his third-tier gene lock, stomping his foot hard on the ground.

The golden greaves scraped against the ground, creating blinding sparks. The figure transformed into a golden lightning bolt, tearing through the mist and compressing the surrounding air into a spiraling blade of energy, instantly appearing behind the werewolf.

As the werewolf's rotting head suddenly twisted 180 degrees to stare at him, the Storm Tornado Kick arrived with a sonic boom.

boom!
With a sudden, powerful kick, he landed squarely on the werewolf's face.

The werewolf's ferocious head was kicked and twisted 360 degrees again. As the cervical vertebrae made a cracking sound like popping beans, the rotting eyeballs were kicked out of their sockets by Cheng Xiao, and black mucus gushed from its throat.

As the violent shockwave sent the werewolf flying, a second rotting werewolf suddenly appeared from the ghost realm, its pale white bone claws slamming down directly at Cheng Xiao.

"Depend on!!!"

Cheng Xiao cursed angrily, then quickly crushed the attacking rotten claw with his golden glove and kicked the werewolf's head again.

However, the unimaginable impact caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear at the knuckles of the golden glove, and Cheng Xiao even heard a crisp sound as his metacarpal bones dislocated.

The stench of decay seeped into the armor through the cracks; it was a disgusting smell mixed with rotting flesh and corpse oil.

Cheng Xiao's crossbow armor was not very defensive to begin with, and it felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his veins.

If it weren't for the pain-blocking effect of the gene lock state, Cheng Xiao would probably have instantly broken free from the high-speed state.

Just then, a third werewolf appeared, its foul-smelling maw opening wide as it lunged at Cheng Xiao's nape.

Cheng Xiao stepped on the air, forcefully twisted his body in mid-air, and kicked out again, breaking the third werewolf in half at the waist.

Finally, he staggered to the ground, only to find his shadow distorted.

The shadow grew furry ears, and its fangs pierced its lips, dripping black blood.

When Cheng Xiao shook off the cracked golden glove, his entire right side of his body was numb, and stiff wolf fur had grown on his wrist, covered with black blood.

The nauseating, rotten smell continued to spread upwards.

He immediately thought of the legend of being infected by wolf poison and turned into a werewolf. Could it be that this ghost's killing pattern was also a form of infection and assimilation?
The Nine-Turn Golden Silkworm Gu in the dantian seemed to have sensed the invasion of foreign energy, and immediately began to churn with waves of strange energy.

Fine golden lines appeared beneath Cheng Xiao's skin as the Golden Silkworm Gu stirred up heat waves in his meridians by channeling its true essence.

But the putrid aura gnawed at his muscles like a living thing, and he could even hear the sizzling sound of his hand tendons dissolving in the supernatural.

True energy could only resist, but could not dispel the changes brought about by the supernatural!
Cheng Xiao gritted his teeth, and the golden dagger in his hand became a blur, with rotting flesh falling like snowflakes.

Black pus from rotting flesh splattered on the ground, corroding it into tiny pits, but every drop of liquid struggled to reattach itself.

As Cheng Xiao ran, he scraped away, quickly cleaning his rotting palms until only two white jade-like hand bones remained.

Cheng Xiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his hand bones had stopped corroding and the rotting flesh had stopped spreading upwards.

At the same time, the Golden Silkworm Gu continued to activate, and the newly formed granulation tissue filled the white bones at a visible speed, while the blood vessels and epidermis contracted and expanded as if they were living things.

His powerful regenerative abilities allowed him to regrow both hands in a very short time.

Before he could even catch his breath, his heart suddenly pounded like a drum, and Cheng Xiao was instantly pulled out of high speed, losing control and crashing into a house.

Cheng Xiao struggled to his feet amidst the ruins, but soon clutched his heart and collapsed to his knees, revealing an expression of extreme pain.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
My heart started pounding.

Cheng Xiao's chest was trembling constantly, as if something was hitting him under his skin.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
With each heartbeat, a stream of blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

Cheng Xiao could no longer control himself. He had to detach from his armor transformation and was shocked to see his sternum bulging, as if something was moving inside.

Cheng Xiao's face turned deathly pale; neither his true energy nor the Nine-Turn Golden Silkworm Gu could suppress his constantly deforming chest.

He gripped the golden dagger, slashed it fiercely into his chest, reached inside, and yanked hard.

A heart covered in bright red blood burst out of the chest.

Above the heart, a rotting, ghostly hand had grown out of nowhere.

Cheng Xiao held the golden dagger upside down, about to scrape the ghost hand off.

But the next moment, the ghostly hand tightened, and the heart instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist that splattered everywhere!
Cheng Xiao opened his mouth, but before he could take a step, he collapsed to the ground, and a pool of blood quickly spread from beneath him.

Cheng Xiao is dead?!

At this moment, a squad of kings slowly emerged from the boiling, thick fog.

The leading rotting werewolf was nearly two meters tall, but as thin as a withered coconut tree, and the wolf skin covering his entire body was visibly devouring his flesh.

Countless fleshy bumps bulged beneath his fur, each one tearing his flesh into the wolf skin bit by bit. His right arm had shriveled into skin and bones, while his fingernails had grown wildly to half a meter long.

His left eye was completely covered by wolf skin, revealing the stark white orbital bone, while his right eyeball had swelled to the size of a golf ball, making it both bizarre and ridiculous.

He looked like a vengeful ghost coming back to life; clearly, Cheng Xiao's three kicks had caused him great harm.

As he opened his mouth, blood-tinged saliva splattered between his sharp teeth: "Damn it... oh... damn it... I'm going to... oh... eat him!"

His voice was intermittent, interspersed with occasional wolf howls, making it difficult for him to utter a complete sentence.

Wolf, the "Werewolf," was an extremely powerful demon tamer. He could infect ordinary people and turn them into werewolf slaves, and he could control these werewolf slaves.

Moreover, his werewolf slaves can continue to infect ordinary people, creating new werewolf slaves.

Moreover, this supernatural transformation only appears on the night of a full moon. Normally, the infected werewolf slaves are no different from ordinary people, and unless the ghost tamer examines them personally, no difference can be seen.

A year and a half ago, he caused a wolf plague involving hundreds of thousands of wolves while roaming around Northern Europe, resulting in widespread panic.

However, because he wielded this eerie wolf skin, his personality became extremely unstable, sometimes even more cruel and bloodthirsty than a vengeful ghost. As a result, he was once wanted by the Knights and had to go into hiding for a period of time.

Just a few days ago, the North American king's entire army was wiped out, and the king's organization temporarily expanded its recruitment. He was found by the captain and became a new king.

Wolf is able to be reborn by replacing his werewolf slaves when he suffers fatal injuries, using them as vessels for himself.

So even though his physical body wasn't particularly strong and he hadn't become an anomaly, the Knights were still helpless against him.

However, the more the body is changed, the stronger the vengeful spirit will become, and it will devour his flesh and blood. When all the flesh and blood of his body has been consumed by the wolf skin on his body, the vengeful spirit will be fully revived.

The fact that Cheng Xiao had kicked three bodies apart in a short period of time had greatly accelerated the resurgence of the vengeful spirit. The black man next to him had skin covered with wood-like grain patterns resembling tree rings, and on his bare chest, a heart the size of an infant's head was beating wildly, each contraction causing his ribs to crack like popping beans.

"Too fast." The Black man's voice was hoarse from the friction of wood.

"If you hadn't collected his blood during the battle, there would have been no way for him to bear the curse of a bursting heart."

"But he's a ghost tamer?"

"No ghost realm, no supernatural phenomena, and not even a trace of supernatural influence on his body?" The black man was very puzzled.

"And he looks so strange."

This Asian man not only looked like a green worm, but also had huge compound eyes.

That's understandable; you could say it's like they've commanded some strange, vengeful ghost.

However, he was too fast, so fast that he was invisible to the naked eye. If it weren't for the absence of the Ghost Domain, they wouldn't have been able to restrain him at all.

Wolf was almost kicked twice by Cheng Xiao, causing the vengeful ghost to revive.

He wouldn't have survived if it weren't for the rotten wolf skin covering his entire body.

The black man, Sarafi, was somewhat regretful. He had just joined the King's organization and served as the captain of the King's squad.

After all, in North Africa, the King's Organization is renowned and prestigious. It was not easy to recruit new members, so the black Salaf was naturally very proactive, since he also had a desire to become king.

But to his surprise, he learned that the North American branch of the King's Organization had been completely wiped out shortly after joining the organization.

That's not all; the real problem is that they've all been dragged to East Asia and are being told they're going to wage a full-scale war against the Emperor's organization, which just wiped out the North American king.

Black question mark face?
Sarafi regretted it, but there was nothing he could do, since the King's Organization did not offer the option of withdrawal.

His regret reached its peak, especially after the emperor's organization wiped out two Ghost Tamer squads in succession with three or four Ghost Tamers.

I wonder if I joined the Axis powers in 45.

“Once I eat him, I’ll know everything.” Wolf, the werewolf, clearly didn’t have the same complicated emotions as Sarafi.

He has very little rational judgment left in his mind; all he knows is how to kill and eat people.

He will support anyone who can satisfy his bloodlust.

He happens to possess the ability to gain the memories of others by eating their corpses.

As the werewolf staggered toward Cheng Xiao's corpse, a cracking sound suddenly came from the mist.

The corpses on the ground vanished before their eyes almost as if in a frame, so fast that they had no time to react.

Without warning, the air seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible hand.

A storm tornado suddenly appeared, carrying a destructive force, like an angry dragon plunging straight down from the sky.

With a whistling sound that ripped through eardrums, the members of the King's Squad, who were only controlling one or two vengeful spirits, had no time to put up any effective resistance.

In that raging tornado, their bodies were like fragile pieces of paper, ruthlessly torn apart by the high-speed rotating airflow.

Wolf the werewolf sensed the threat of death and was about to risk reviving to transform again when he was suddenly caught in a storm tornado and shredded into a pile of minced meat in the blink of an eye.

The other demon tamers fared even worse, torn apart by the storm, their flesh and blood mingling together, swept up by the gale and flying wildly through the air, scattering across the devastated land.

One werewolf after another appeared, but they couldn't escape and were swept up by the tornado.

Half a minute later, the storm subsided.

In the wrecked pit, Cheng Xiao clutched his heart, his face deathly pale.

He had just forcibly used the Golden Silkworm Gu to replace his heart and drive blood circulation, feigning death to deceive the King's squad.

Then catch them all in one go.

"It can actually detonate the heart?" Cheng Xiao touched his chest with lingering fear as the Golden Silkworm Gu continued to secrete pheromones to rebuild his heart.

For a Level A, Tier 3 Reincarnator, ordinary vital injuries are not fatal.

"Cheng Xiao, are you alright?" Zero's voice came through the communicator.

Cheng Xiao replied, "My heart was detonated once, but it has recovered now. I killed this entire team of Ghost Tamers."

"Be careful at Zero Point, these Ghost Tamers are not easy to deal with."

"understood."

Zero's indifferent voice rang out again.

"You have to be careful too."

"correct--"

Did you hear a song?

singing?

What singing?
However, now that you mention midnight, it sounds like I can vaguely hear a tenor voice.

Just as Cheng Xiao was about to answer, he suddenly sensed a deadly danger and instinctively crushed the communicator and threw it away.

Something is wrong!
I won't talk nonsense at midnight!

He looked around warily and shouted, "Come out!"

"Singers should take the stage before the curtain falls."

An effeminate man dressed in the magnificent costume of a medieval singer emerged from the mist.

He ignored the pieces of flesh scattered on the ground and stared straight at Cheng Xiao, his eyes filled with undisguised love and fervor.

"She is truly a beautiful oriental woman."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the sound he made was indistinguishable between male and female, like the intoxicating song of a siren.

"Please allow me to introduce myself—"

When the man looked up, the collar of his ornate clothes fluttered slightly, revealing a gruesome wound on his neck where his vocal cords were stitched up.

"I am a singer, and a newly crowned king from Italy."

That burning gaze, that chilling tone, made the hairs on the back of Cheng Xiao's neck stand on end, even more terrifying than when he had faced a vengeful ghost before.

"You, you, you, you damn rabbit, what are you trying to do?!"

Cheng Xiao stirred up a whirlwind and unleashed another Gale Tornado Kick.

But even though the singer stood still, Cheng Xiao's seemingly sure-fire strike missed its mark.

Cheng Xiao immediately turned around, but saw that the singer seemed to appear as several illusory figures.

Cheng Xiao tried to rub his eyes, but the double vision increased and his vision became increasingly blurry.

He appeared in my dream, singing a melody.

The classic lyrics from The Phantom of the Opera flowed from the singer's dark vocal cords.

The last syllable was drawn out, with a tremolo like the howling of a vengeful ghost.

Suddenly, a large area of ​​darkness exploded on Cheng Xiao's retina, and he lost his sight in an instant.

"what!"

Cheng Xiao was about to call for help when he realized that he could only make the sound "Aba aba".

"The five senses are the strings of the soul." The singer smiled and opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of black teeth and wriggling vocal cords.

"And I am best at plucking your strings."

Cheng Xiao was in very bad shape; after listening to just a few lines of lyrics, fine beads of blood appeared on his skin.

And sight, smell, taste, and touch are broken one by one, like a string on a musical instrument being cut by scissors.

The singer is depriving himself of all sensation!
All five senses are rapidly being lost!
In the last vestiges of hearing, all that remained was the eerie chanting, like that of a female ghost, and the gradually fading sound of my own heartbeat.

Cheng Xiao could only rely on his instincts to throw another punch forward.

But it still didn't work out.

Cheng Xiao's heart sank uncontrollably. He was currently unable to fight without his senses, let alone without all five senses.

"Why be so impatient, Easterner? I still have plenty of time to play with you."

The singer spoke with a smile, but a hint of malice lurked in his eyes.

A gust of wind tore a gash in his chest.

Fresh blood continued to seep down.

That punch almost pierced his heart.

　I forgot to set a timer for posting. Starting tomorrow, I'll update twice a week, aiming for 10,000 words a week.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)