Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea.

Chapter 28 They thought they were still alive

The red moon hangs high in the sky.

In the desolate wilderness, a mutated monster lay mangled and bloodied in a pool of blood. Its scales gleamed in the cold moonlight, but the exposed skin revealed that it had once been human.

Helmani picked up the condensed property and searched the corpse and the surrounding area for any possible relics, but this mutated monster had obviously been wandering in the wilderness for too long and did not find any objects that could prove its identity.

But after observing the mutated monster's performance in battle, Helmaenie realized that the monster was originally an extraordinary "mind reader".

"Two years ago, a wandering human with the ability to read other people's minds came to the tribe, but he did not agree with the tribe's ideology, so he only exchanged some supplies with the tribe and then continued on his way..."

Using her "Dragon Scales" ability, Helmani smashed a large crater in the ground, buried the mutated monster's corpse, and sighed, "I didn't expect him to not get very far..."

The fact that a Fallen One on the "Daydreamer" path died in such a place, and Hermaine, who knew what lay ahead, knew this was no coincidence.

This is a manifestation of the extraordinary properties of the aggregation effect.

"We're not far from our destination..." Helmaenie brushed the soil and twigs off her clothes and looked at Amanisis beside her: "From now on, I'll have to rely on you."

The darkness actually made Amanisis's vision clearer. His gaze pierced through the fog in the darkness ahead, and his expression became slightly solemn. He sensed a divine aura in the ruins of the human tribe ahead, although this aura was very faint in his spiritual perspective.

Continuing forward, traces of past human habitation appeared. Crossing a fence so decayed in the bushes that it was barely recognizable, a desolate cluster of low stone houses came into view.

Helmani glanced around, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes, and said, "This place used to be a fairly large human tribe, also under the protection of the giants. When I was still a minor, I visited this place many times with the tribe's then-living 'senator,' Mr. Mar."

"Because the leader here, known as the 'Mentor,' is a powerful and extraordinary individual with the ability of 'psychological suggestion.' Mr. Mar took me to learn a lot from that senior, and I benefited greatly from it."

Her gaze swept over the human skeletons arranged in a strange, almost predictable pattern on the ground. Helmaenie suppressed her slight emotional fluctuations and pointed in a direction that resonated with her, asking Amanisis for confirmation, "Is there...something unusual over there?"

Amanisis nodded: "Yes. But there are quite a few vengeful spirits ahead."

Hermaine's eyes darkened, and with her spiritual vision activated, she saw those blurry, barely human-like vengeful spirits.

Countless spirits.

They were tribal humans who once lived in this place.

The vengeful spirits danced a strange, stiff dance in perfect unison, then simultaneously thrust their arms down their throats... to an unbelievable depth.

Then it was like something was being pulled out of her throat, blurry and unclear to Hermaine.

Amanises seemed to see the scene far more clearly than Hermaine, and she said calmly:

"These remaining spirits are repeating the actions they took in life."

"They think they are still alive."

"Judging from this scene before death, it is consistent with the mental manipulation ability of the Mind Dragons, which can drive large groups insane, known as the 'Mental Plague'."

Helmani exhaled softly, her tone gentle, "Can you... 'bury' them?"

The night grew even deeper, with countless black dots scattered around. These small black dots converged into rivers, and the rising darkness, like the flowing water, reached the ankles, legs, and ribs of these spirits...

They stopped their eerie actions that had been repeating themselves for who knows how long.

They looked at each other blankly and confusedly, their empty eyes seemingly swirling with some kind of emotion, but when the dark river submerged them all, the spirits within sight dissolved into the darkness.

The dark tide has not disappeared; it has surged deeper into the heart of the world.

Following the black tide, Helmani went to the place that had stirred her spirit, and in the center of what used to be the tribe's square, she saw a dragon.

A giant, grayish-white dragon whose body was not fully formed.

A headache blurred Helmani's vision slightly, a hunger welling up from the bottom of her heart made her mind somewhat confused, and a sense of fear made shivers rise from her tailbone and spread throughout her body.

But under the influence of some mysterious force, none of this was enough to drive Helmaenie insane and out of control.

And a cool, icy hand grasped Helmani's wrist, its soothing power bringing her comfort and peace.

The greyish-white dragon opened its golden vertical eyes and stared at Helmaenie. It gently flapped its wings, which were covered with tattered skin, and assumed a hunting posture.

Helmani murmured softly, "She really is here... But after all these years, why hasn't she left? Is she still alive...?"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"His spirit... cannot be said to be alive, only his body still retains a certain degree of activity."

Amanisis frowned, observing the strangely behaving gray dragon and its movements. She said, "Its physical condition is extremely poor, a sign of prolonged hunger. And now, it's showing a very clear desire to eat. However…"

Amanisis paused slightly: "His fighting spirit falls upon me."

The gaunt, greyish-white dragon suddenly rose into the air, its fine, hard scales growing out of its greyish-white skin like steel, carrying a frenzied mental fluctuation as it charged toward Amanisis.

"Aliens! Die!"

In a daze, Helmaenie also heard a familiar yet ethereal female voice, but it was merely a lingering obsession that had transcended time.

Amanisis did not make a move. He sighed softly, for the gray-white dragon's body had exhausted its last bit of vitality in this sudden change.

The enormous dragon's body did not reach Amanisis before it shattered into shimmering fragments, like a giant, broken crystal.

Upon seeing this scene, Helmaenie opened her mouth slightly, but in the end she only sighed softly with a complicated expression.

"Other extraordinary beings that passed by were killed by His dying counterattack," Amanisis said, surveying the surrounding traces. "But it's quite a coincidence that this was His last counterattack. However, if an extraordinary being without divinity had approached, that frenzied mental surge would have been enough to cause it to lose control and commit suicide."

"There are traces of humans. Is this the 'mentor' you mentioned from that tribe?" Amanisis looked at Hermaine with slight doubt.

(End of this chapter)