Rotten God Kingdom

The guide looked up and saw that a cloud of dust was indeed rising from the horizon, and the tremors on the ground were becoming clearer and more frequent.

His lips were a little dry.

He probably knows where the map in the photo album points to.

refuge.

That lake was the refuge marked in the photo album.

However, their rash exploration triggered an anomaly in that area.

Do we still need to go back now?

The director's struggle did not last long.

"Take me to the sanctuary; I need to direct the city's evacuation," the guide shouted to Jiang Wang.

The direction in which the sanctuary is located is the direction in which the Traveler's City moves forward.

"Okay." Jiang Wang readily agreed and walked against the flow of people.

The travelers at the forefront had already come into contact with the monster horde; gunshots and shouts came from ahead, dense and urgent.

With the sanctuary standing at the very front, it's no wonder the travelers hesitated.

Jiang Wang suddenly stopped in front of the church and stepped into the room.

The traveler who had remained in the sanctuary finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing his guide: "You're finally back."

"Yes, send someone to inform the people at the front to retreat to the edge of the lake."

"But……"

Before the traveler who stayed behind could finish speaking, he thought of the strange changes that had occurred at Amber Lake, and a few doubts arose in his heart.

Going back might also mean certain death.

"This is the guide to the photo album." The guide tried to make his voice sound calm, because only when the leader remained calm would the people below not panic.

"Alright." The traveler asked no further questions and left the sanctuary to deliver the message.

Jiang Wang didn't stop; he twisted the accelerator and rushed towards the front line.

The battle wasn't too intense; this monster wave was quite different from the ones Jiang Wang had encountered before.

These monsters appear to have been assembled temporarily, and their population is quite diverse and scattered.

There were only a dozen or so at the front, with the majority in the distance, forming a large fan shape as they pressed towards this side.

You can't stop them.

Unless there's a ruthless person like the bureau chief, or natural defenses and enough firearms, the Traveler's City, with its current strength, simply cannot withstand such a monster tide head-on.

The travelers began to retreat, with the monsters in hot pursuit.

More monsters roared and charged towards this side, and some of the monsters' supernatural abilities had already descended upon the battlefield.

Someone needs to buy time for the main force to retreat.

Jiang Wang rode his motorcycle back to the church and rode it directly into the house.

He looked at the guide and asked, "We need someone to cover our retreat and buy time. Have you thought it through?"

These travelers, unlike the cleaners of the Sick City, did not possess a spirit of sacrifice, as evidenced by the fact that some of them chose to retreat after encountering the monster horde.

Does the director have such prestige that he could motivate a group of people to willingly commit suicide?

"I've made up my mind." Director Xiang tried flipping through the photo album, but this time, the album remained unmoved.

Director Xiang put his index finger in his mouth, bit the tip, and smeared the blood on the album cover.

This time, the album was flipped through two or three pages, but the director still couldn't find the photo he wanted.

His face turned pale, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had been drained.

His abilities do not allow him to use the photo album continuously in a short period of time.

"Perhaps I can help."

Jiang Wang felt a pang of pity upon seeing Director Xiang's miserable state.

The chief was able to use the power of the Book of Diseases to wipe out the monster horde at the West Side Barrier; those monsters that could easily flatten a city died silently.

Jiang Wang also possesses a portion of the Book of Diseases within him, which theoretically allows him to replicate the Director's actions.

Even if the power isn't that great, it shouldn't be difficult to briefly slow down the monster tide and buy time for the Traveler's City to retreat.

However, Jiang Wang had no idea how much price would be paid to easily unleash the power of the Book of Diseases.

"You come to use the photo album. There is a picture in the album that shows a cliff."

With a loud "whoosh," the director coughed up a mouthful of blood.

This is the difference between containing an album and "using" an album.

If the director had included the photo album, his situation wouldn't be in such a dire state now.

Hearing Director Xiang's words, Jiang Wang hesitated.

The cost of using the Book of Diseases is unpredictable, but what about the power of the photo album?

"Don't be afraid, I can feel it. The photo album is very close to you. Even if you haven't completely mastered it, you won't be as pathetic as I am." The director saw the doubt in Jiang Wang's eyes, but he didn't know what Jiang Wang was doubting.

Is staying in the traveler's city really that hard to accept?

Jiang Wang could continue thinking, but the monster tide wouldn't wait for him. He gritted his teeth and decided to try accessing the photo album.

If he really couldn't accept it, he would leave immediately.

He has a book of diseases inside him; there's no reason why he would die suddenly just from touching the photo album.

In Jiang Wang's mind, the book of diseases was far more domineering than the photo album.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Jiang Wang stepped forward and took the photo album from Director Xiang's hand.

The moment Jiang Wang held the photo album in his hands, he could feel that the huge book seemed to come alive, and the pages seemed to melt into liquid and seep into his body.

The book of diseases in the heart area seemed to have been stimulated and began to slowly undulate.

Jiang Wang hurriedly put the photo album down and placed it on the table in the center of the sanctuary.

He imitated the director, biting his fingertip and smearing his blood on the album cover.

When the photo album came into contact with Jiang Wang's blood, some light-colored mold spread along the bloodstains.

The power of the book of disease is eroding the photo album.

The bureau chief once said that by accepting this force, Jiang Wang would become the disease itself.

Every part of his body will possess the essence of disease.

This point is fully demonstrated at this moment.

This is a collision of two different forces.

The photo album flipped open with a rustling sound, revealing one exquisite work of art after another before Jiang Wang's eyes. The album flipped faster and faster until it finally stopped in the middle.

There are four photos on this page.

Two landscape photos, one portrait, and one close-up of a monster.

There was no time to hesitate.

Jiang Wang reached out and hovered his hand above the photo that the guide had mentioned.

It was a photo taken from a unique angle, seemingly from the middle of the cliff looking down to the bottom. The pale white cliff face was covered with barbs resembling human arms, and countless skeletal creatures were flapping their wings in the air.

At the heart of the album is a massive suspension bridge made of white bones, spanning the cliff on both sides, with all sorts of monsters walking in the same direction.

Their bodies were rotting, revealing bare bones, like a migrating mass of walking corpses.

Cliff of the Dead, the name given to this place by the traveler who took this photo.

The moment Jiang Wang placed his finger on the photo.

The contents of the photo appeared in Jiang Wang's eyes.

Jiang Wang walked to the entrance of the sanctuary, looking ahead in the direction from which the monster tide was approaching.

The real and illusory scenes gradually overlapped in Jiang Wang's eyes. The charging monsters, the retreating houses, and the fleeing crowds gradually overlapped with another layer of images that were emerging, like two exposed negatives gradually imprinted on the same photographic paper.

As the silhouette on the cliff gradually solidified and reality became increasingly illusory, until in Jiang Wang's eyes, the degree of illusion between the two was almost the same.

The scene in the photograph has come to pass in the real world.

First came the barbed bones, piercing through the ground and the air, then the cliff face itself, pale and jagged, with a frosted texture, instantly cleaving the battlefield in two.

The two sides engaged in battle at the forefront fell simultaneously.

Monsters, humans, and houses aged rapidly as they fell. Even the houses became dilapidated under the influence of an unknown force and disintegrated in mid-air, as if countless years had passed in just a few seconds.

"It's Director Xiang, it's Director Xiang who's made the move."

One traveler exclaimed with delight.

In Jiang Wang's view, the scene in the photo became reality, and reality was like a picture covered by the photo.

Over time, the relationship between the two has rapidly reversed.

When the Cliff of the Dead in Jiang Wang's eyes becomes illusory again, the cliff will disappear.

Jiang Wang saw Wang Ye hanging on the edge of the cliff at the very front of the battlefield, almost falling into the abyss.

Jiang Xin grabbed Wang Ye's arm desperately, trying to pull him up.

The older woman, Aru, glanced at the house, seemingly considering whether to come and help, but she only hesitated for a moment before choosing to leave.

More travelers changed direction and retreated.