Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

With a deafening roar, the ground collapsed, and a giant crater opened up like the mouth of an abyss.

Everyone watched helplessly as Su Han fell into it and disappeared.

The bottom of the pit remained silent for a long time.

According to the information provided by the doctor, what they are facing now is only a mid-level fire-type ability user. Even if he is strong in close combat, he is no longer enough in this era where ability reigns supreme.

Someone was the first to climb up to the edge of the pit and lean down to look down.

Su Han stood in the very center of the pit, her eyes lowered, half of her face hidden in the shadows.

"The wind is picking up!"

Someone shouted.

A sudden gust of wind arose without warning. Before anyone could react, the gel poured into the pit was swept upwards by the strong wind and ultimately washed back into the crowd.

Before the group of superhumans could react, they inhaled a mouthful of gel, instantly losing control of their powers.

The superhuman closest to Su Han heard the scream behind him and instinctively stepped back.

He suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

The source of that unease was the boy at the bottom of the pit who never looked up.

Just then, the boy slowly opened his eyes.

The gold gleam in his eyes, combined with those emotionless, mechanical pupils, created an eerie blend of divinity.

He had never seen such a look in his eyes. Never.

But he had no way out.

"Ah... damn it..." He opened his mouth blankly, uttering the last two words before his head hit the ground: "Damn it."

No one saw the boy's movements clearly; they only saw flying blood and flesh. The group that had been closest to the edge of the giant pit had suffered an unimaginable brutality; severed limbs and pieces of flesh were thrown high into the air and scattered among the crowd.

This method of dismemberment is so horrific that even a god couldn't save the person from death.

It's unclear who let out the first scream, followed by a second, and then a third.

Screams and curses rose and fell, as people desperately shouted their last words at the top of their lungs.

Blood poured down like a torrential rain. Those who had lost their superpowers were no better than ordinary people and could only crawl around like rats on a sticky trap.

He crawled all over his companion's corpse.

Su Han, who had just been looked down upon by everyone, had now emerged from the bottom of the pit and was standing on the ground not far away.

He didn't know how he got out. His feet were already on the ground, but his consciousness was still suspended in mid-air, as if something had been pulled out of his body.

very noisy.

So dirty.

The blood on the ground is so dirty.

The ground was covered in blood, thick, warm, and still steaming. The blood flowed over the corpses, over the severed limbs, over the hands of those still crawling.

Thick blood split three inches in front of his toes, circling in a perfect arc, flowing past his sides, and then rejoining behind him, forming a vacuum zone centered on Su Han.

He took a step forward.

The blood receded a step.

Take another step, and the blood recedes a step.

Su Han looked down at the scene and suddenly found it somewhat amusing. Could blood be afraid of people?

wrong.

He stared at the clearly defined dividing line at his feet, and a thought flashed through his mind—

It's not that I'm afraid of him.

They are afraid to touch him.

"Run!—He's a madman! This madman!!"

He didn't lift a finger; whoever his gaze swept over exploded into mangled flesh.

So annoying.

Su Han's mind went completely blank.

He couldn't remember anything, only that the chattering things around him were like ants, easily crushed and annoying.

So annoying.

Kill them.

Kill everyone here.

Close your eyes, then open them again.

He looked down at his hands. His fingers were clean, and his fingernails were spotless, without a speck of dust.

He looked around again.

The ground was covered in blood, corpses, and severed limbs.

Blood flowed in streams, gurgling and overflowing over pebbles, over weeds, and over the chests of those who were not yet truly dead.

He stood at the center of it all, clean and spotless.

Like a statue standing in a sea of ​​blood.

No... that's not enough.

Some people are still alive, some are still barely clinging to life.

He slightly raised his head, his golden pupils sweeping over the mess on the ground, his expression calm to the point of being compassionate.

A figure suddenly appeared in the blurry vision.

A tall, black shadow.

The other person stepped on the blood, on the severed limbs and rotting flesh, making a sticky sound.

Su Han tilted her head, but didn't think he was dirty at all.

This person is very clean.

He is the cleanest person in the world.

The man walked step by step to Su Han's side, meeting his gentle gaze.

Shen Chengyin hooked his fingers around Su Han's fingers, slowly taking his hand in his palm, his voice soft and gentle.

"I've been waiting for you."

The wind stopped.

Su Han stared intently at Shen Chengyin, into his dark eyes.

The gold color faded little by little.

His pupils, which were almost entirely filled with gold, returned to normal at a visible speed, and the terrifying killing intent around him gradually disappeared as well.

Su Han gripped Shen Chengyin's hand tightly, panting heavily.

He glanced at the horrific scene around him and felt a wave of fear wash over him.

He almost... almost killed everyone.

Su Han had a premonition.

If he takes another step forward, another step ahead, he will fall into an abyss. He might destroy the world, just like Shen Chengyin did in his previous life.

If we take another step forward—

"If you don't come, they will die too."

Shen Chengyin lowered his head and kissed Su Han's brow, bridge of her nose, tip of her nose, and chin. It was like comforting her, but more like a playful gesture.

Su Han suppressed the urge to return the kiss, hooking her index finger around Shen Chengyin's finger instead, "Come with me."

"it is good."

"Go to the warehouse at Dawn Base."

"it is good."

"I won't take you away again, Shen Chengyin. We're going to beat them up, really beat them up!" Su Han took a deep breath.

"it is good."

"Aren't you going to ask me why?"

"I won't ask."

"...Don't you have anything to say?"

"have."

Several vines rose from the ground, supporting Su Han upwards.

Shen Chengyin tilted his head slightly, his eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids.

"I love you."

Shen Chengyin said.

At this height, he could just wrap his arms around Su Han's waist and bury his face in Su Han's chest.

Fuck the world.

He, Shen Chengyin, just can't live without Su Han.