Our Family Has Fallen

As Cunning Fox’s gaze rose, he could see a helmet shaped like the grotesque head of an indescribable monster, with several dark red crystals of varying sizes embedded on its face, resembling eyes.

Those eyes seemed to carry a bizarre power, as if the monster were still alive, grinning menacingly.

With just a glance, Cunning Fox was overwhelmed with uncontrollable fear, his brain paralyzed as if suddenly filled with incomprehensible information.

He vaguely seemed to see the scene of his tribe being massacred by Bastia’s army years ago...

In reality, Cunning Fox stood frozen on the spot, his brain overheating as if in overdrive, but the next second it was completely relieved.

Because a hand pierced through his body, severing his spine, it seemed the enemy had no intention of wasting words on him.

Cunning Fox’s body was instantly devoured by the Void Devourer, leaving no survivors among the escaping Looters.

But the strange thing was that no trace of flesh remained on the gauntlets that penetrated the body.

More precisely, the armor seemed to have devoured the remains of the flesh.

Looking down, you could see irregular pits on the armguards, now filled with tangled strands of flesh from the massacre of the Looters, resembling muscles within bones.

But this scene was not something everyone could accept, especially after the slaughter of dozens of Looters; if others saw this, they would likely label him a demon.

Yet the owner of this armor clearly did not care, slowly raising his head to the distant flames and moving forward.

The seemingly heavy armor did not slow him down; on the contrary, when running, he was as swift as the wind, moving like a roaring locomotive, full of intense beauty.

By the time he crossed the gate, the nearby town had already turned into a hell, with only a few still moving, but hardly any normal people.

And his intrusion naturally attracted some heretics devouring the corpses’ flesh; they felt a divine summons and charged without hesitation.

In response, he simply waved his arm, and the blade on the armguard sliced through the heretic’s body.

Another hand reached out and grasped a heretic’s head, applying just a little force, causing the hard skull to burst like a tomato in his hand.

Heretics, who were like undying war gods before the Looters, were as fragile as paper in front of him.

But the heretics were fearless, as if following some call, those scattered in the town madly surged towards him.

But in the end, they were moths to a flame…

Before the heretics could reach him, Black Armor took the first step, and the next second the ground burst open with a crater, but Black Armor had already vanished, leaving only a streak of black under the flames, crashing into the heretics.

One fanatic, filled with immense zeal for his god, sacrificed himself by swinging a fist at the incoming figure.

The next second…

”Boom!”

With a dull sound, the heretic disappeared before anyone could react to what had happened.

However, he did make the figure encased in Black Armor stop, completing his mission.

You could see the black armor covered with flesh and debris, with bits of dismembered bodies scattered on the ground.

Clearly, the heretics were not knocked away but exploded upon contact, such terrifying power is unimaginable!

But the black armor, like a sponge, allowed blood to seep in, and the clinging bits of flesh and filth turned to dust and scattered.

If attentive, one might notice that the flesh filling the pits above seemed even fuller, clearly indicating the devouring was ongoing.

Yet such a scene was not enough to scare off those heretics, who resolutely charged at him.

Sometimes bravery is just senseless madness — for this would be a massacre.

The heretics’ pride in their flesh strengthening and regenerative abilities was useless against the might of the Black Armor, easily tearing, slicing, and crushing them.

Conversely, the heretics’ attacks, whether clawing or frenzied biting, left not a single mark on the Black Armor.

In less than five minutes, the two or three dozen heretics who had triumphed over the Looters were all dead, with only a few pieces on the ground as evidence of their existence.

And the black armor’s actions also temporarily halted, but his gaze turned forward.

That was because of a heretic who didn’t join the fray immediately due to slow movement.

A giant three to four meters tall, with half of its head covered in twisted, grotesque flesh growths, adorned with clusters of purple-black eyes, and where the Looters had severed its left arm, a horrific bone spur had grown.

Its body was devoid of clothing, with countless human faces vaguely visible on its exposed skin, and merged grotesque limbs extending outwards and twitching erratically, as if imprisoned in the flesh, struggling in agony.

One glance was enough to recognize it as a ”Seed” of the Ascension Sect in this town, but it had lost control, a condition that only appears when it is driven to the brink of death, suggesting there were a few ruthless individuals among the Looters.

Yet judging by the faces and limbs on its body, those people had likely become part of it.

Who knows how much flesh it had devoured to grow so immense, and now, in the town’s thick death aura, the monster grew even stronger; its mutated flesh was becoming increasingly apparent, even to the extent of transcending the human realm to become a full-fledged flesh monster.