Chapter 2285: Ma.s.sacre Illusion!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
A general’s success was built on ten thousand bones!
w.a.n.g Chong was no mere general, but the supreme War Saint. He had killed millions of people, created a true mountain of corpses and sea of blood. At this moment, these battles replayed in his mind, pus.h.i.+ng the Berserker Syndrome in his body to its apex.
Bang!
In a flash, the desire to kill in w.a.n.g Chong’s heart multiplied by more than ten thousand times, like a volcano that was about to erupt.
“Killkillkill!”
w.a.n.g Chong felt a heat spreading through his body, and he heard tens of thousands of voices joining with him in shouting and bellowing.
This frenzied desire for blood and murder overcame all rationality, suppressed all.
This madness caused everything before w.a.n.g Chong to go dark. He could see nothing except crimson blood.
“Not good!”
w.a.n.g Chong paled. He had lost complete control over his body, and even worse was that he could hear a rumbling at his ear. At this moment, ‘he’ was driven purely by desire, charging around like an irrational beast.
w.a.n.g Chong was anxious and worried, but there was nothing he could do.
“Ah!”
A few moments later, w.a.n.g Chong heard a scream, but he could see nothing nor do anything. He didn’t even know where he was.
“Save me! Save me!”
“Grandfather, no!”
“Run! Murderer!”
Panicked screams rang out all around him.
“Where is this? What happened?”
This sudden development left w.a.n.g Chong with unprecedented consternation, and he tried his utmost to control his body.
The screaming continued to ring out around him, and after what seemed like an eternity, w.a.n.g Chong finally managed to regain control of his body.
Buzz!
When w.a.n.g Chong opened his eyes, the thickly concentrated scent of blood a.s.sailed his nostrils, and when he saw left him utterly stunned.
“This… how…” w.a.n.g Chong muttered, completely unable to believe his eyes.
At this time, he was standing in front of the gates of the Imperial Palace, and the bodies of countless people were scattered around him. There were men and women, old and young, and amongst the corpses were fireworks, paper umbrellas, and paper lanterns. It seemed like they had been holding some celebration.
“How could it be like this?”
w.a.n.g Chong instantly understood what had happened, his heart turning cold.
“A demon! He’s a demon!”
“The King of Foreign Lands! The King of Foreign Lands is a murderer!”
Around him, countless people stared at w.a.n.g Chong in fear and panic.
A moment later, all of them took to their heels.
This sudden movement once more drew out the murderous desire within w.a.n.g Chong.
w.a.n.g Chong felt his vision grow dark, everything becoming blurry and indistinct.
Bang!
In this haze, w.a.n.g Chong saw himself jump into the air and charge into the packed crowd. Boom! Boom! Boom! Stellar Energy exploded within the crowd, blasting away countless people.
“No! No!”
For the first time, w.a.n.g Chong felt a deep fear, and though he tried his utmost to stop it, he was powerless.
Buzz!
Suddenly, w.a.n.g Chong’s vision cleared up, and he saw that he had his hand around an Imperial Army Marshal’s throat, his grip so strong that it had already deformed the Marshal’s armor.
At some point, the Imperial Army had entered the fray.
“Y-Your Highness… what are you doing…”
The Imperial Army Marshal’s eyes were filled with fear and confusion.
But all he heard was a crack as ‘w.a.n.g Chong’ twisted, easily snapping his neck. The grip loosened, and the body dropped to the ground with a clatter.
At that moment, w.a.n.g Chong’s heart froze.
“Kill!”
Furious roars came from all around him as the Imperial Army charged, and w.a.n.g Chong’s vision was once more obscured by blood.
The screams of the dying rang out all around him, and in his blurry vision, he could see one person after another being cut down like they were nothing but weeds.
w.a.n.g Chong’s mind moved in and out of clarity, and he constantly struggled and tried to stop it all, but upon each awakening, all he saw was an endless field of corpses watered by rivers of blood.
“Chong-er, what are you doing?!” A pained and infuriated voice rang out in his ear, and in a rush of cold wind, w.a.n.g Chong opened his eyes and saw that he was standing in a field of corpses, and only a few people were still standing.
Standing in front of him was his master, the Demonic Emperor Old Man, staring at him in disbelief.
Master!
w.a.n.g Chong wanted to call out to his master, but all that came out was an inhuman roar that could make one’s hair stand on end.
“Killkillkill!
w.a.n.g Chong heard himself let out a frenzied and brutal shout, and a moment later, a dark golden Halo of s.p.a.cetime erupted from ‘his’ hand and swept toward the Demonic Emperor Old Man and Wushang Village Chief.
There was an enormous boom, and w.a.n.g Chong could clearly see the Demonic Emperor Old Man and Wushang Village Chief being blasted away by s.p.a.cetime energy. At this point, w.a.n.g Chong’s vision turned red and blurry once more.
Plus.h.!.+ w.a.n.g Chong heard the sound of a sword stabbing through flesh, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was hugging the Demonic Emperor Old Man, and a golden sword protruded out of his back, blood gus.h.i.+ng out from the wound.
“No, no!”
w.a.n.g Chong realized what he had done, and he let out a grief-stricken roar. But he was the only one who could hear it.
“w.a.n.g Chong, what have you done?!”
The Wushang Village Chief’s eyes were wide in disbelief.
w.a.n.g Chong had used Genesis Supreme’s Sword of G.o.d to kill the Demonic Emperor Old Man!
But all that came in response was the clang of a sword, and a moment later, his white-haired head spun into the air.
Endless pain swept over w.a.n.g Chong like a million arrows stabbing into his heart, but none of this could stop the intense desire to kill in w.a.n.g Chong’s heart.
The ma.s.sacre continued!
His big uncle, big brother, second brother, little sister… w.a.n.g Chong saw countless people fall under his sword just as his master had.
w.a.n.g Chong had completely lost control over his body.
It was only after seeing this sight that he understood why this hereditary illness of the w.a.n.g Clan was called the Berserker Syndrome, why the clan regarded it as a fiend, a venomous scorpion.
The flare-up of the illness around four years ago might have only been a little bud. This endless, wicked desire to destroy everything in the world was its true form.
Blood, bodies, and endless slaughter were its nutrients, constantly feeding w.a.n.g Chong’s frenzied desire to destroy.
w.a.n.g Chong’s consciousness grew weaker and weaker, his moments of clarity shorter and shorter. At most times, he only saw red, like he was imprisoned in a cell of blood. He could see nothing else, and all he could hear were the fearful wails of tens of thousands.
He had no idea how long this state lasted, or how many people he had killed. One hundred thousand? Several hundred thousand? One million?
A Grotto Heaven realm expert fallen into madness had unbelievable killing efficiency.
“Chong, Chong, my love…”
After what seemed like an eternity, he heard the voice of a woman at his ear. It created countless ripples, and w.a.n.g Chong felt a tiny point of light appearing amidst the endless blood.
The familiar face of that woman appeared before him, and w.a.n.g Chong could finally sense the outside world.
He was in a strange room, and Xu Qiqin was in front of him, still wearing that snow-white gown, her arms spread out as she blocked his path. Behind her were countless fearful eyes.
“Chong, my love, if you want to kill someone, kill me! Let them go!”
His lover was weeping, her face br.i.m.m.i.n.g with despair.
“Qiqin!”
w.a.n.g Chong’s heart trembled, but before he could say anything, that thick mist of blood once more swept forward, and w.a.n.g Chong felt that murderous desire erupting like a volcano.
“Killkillkill!”
In the haze, w.a.n.g Chong could see the Sword of G.o.d in his hand thrusting at Xu Qiqin. She had a look of sorrow and despair on her face, but she did not retreat. Her back straight and her arms open, she rushed to welcome the tip of w.a.n.g Chong’s sword.
Just when Xu Qiqin was about to fall to his sword just like the Demonic Emperor Old Man and so many others, a powerful psychic ripple erupted from w.a.n.g Chong’s mind.
“Whoever you are, get out of my mind right now!”
There was an explosion so loud that it hearkened back to the beginning of the universe, and just when the Sword of G.o.d was about to stab through Xu Qiqin, everything, including that terrifying desire to kill, shattered like a mirror.
Boom!
At that moment, the area for tens of thousands of feet around the w.a.n.g Family Residence quaked, an enormous Psychic Energy sweeping out.
“Heaven-Earth Net! Get out!”
w.a.n.g Chong’s concentrated Psychic Energy took the form of a giant net that descended over the entire region.
No matter who this person was, even if they could hold him in an illusion for a moment, they couldn’t hold him there forever.
While this foe might have been strong, they were underestimating him too much.