Chapter 2285 - Massacre Illusion!

Chapter 2285: Massacre Illusion!

A general’s success was built on ten thousand bones!

Wang 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, pushing the Berserker Syndrome in his body to its apex.

Bang!

In a flash, the desire to kill in Wang Chong’s heart multiplied by more than ten thousand times, like a volcano that was about to erupt.

“Killkillkill!”

Wang 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 Wang Chong to go dark. He could see nothing except crimson blood.

“Not good!”

Wang 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.

Wang Chong was anxious and worried, but there was nothing he could do.

“Ah!”

A few moments later, Wang 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 Wang 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, Wang Chong finally managed to regain control of his body.

Buzz!

When Wang Chong opened his eyes, the thickly concentrated scent of blood assailed his nostrils, and when he saw left him utterly stunned.

“This… how…” Wang 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?”

Wang 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 Wang 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 Wang Chong.

Wang Chong felt his vision grow dark, everything becoming blurry and indistinct.

Bang!

In this haze, Wang 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, Wang Chong felt a deep fear, and though he tried his utmost to stop it, he was powerless.

Buzz!

Suddenly, Wang 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 ‘Wang Chong’ twisted, easily snapping his neck. The grip loosened, and the body dropped to the ground with a clatter.

At that moment, Wang Chong’s heart froze.

“Kill!”

Furious roars came from all around him as the Imperial Army charged, and Wang 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.

Wang 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, Wang 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!

Wang 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!

Wang Chong heard himself let out a frenzied and brutal shout, and a moment later, a dark golden Halo of Spacetime erupted from ‘his’ hand and swept toward the Demonic Emperor Old Man and Wushang Village Chief.

There was an enormous boom, and Wang Chong could clearly see the Demonic Emperor Old Man and Wushang Village Chief being blasted away by spacetime energy. At this point, Wang Chong’s vision turned red and blurry once more.

Plush! Wang 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 gushing out from the wound.

“No, no!”

Wang Chong realized what he had done, and he let out a grief-stricken roar. But he was the only one who could hear it.

“Wang Chong, what have you done?!”

The Wushang Village Chief’s eyes were wide in disbelief.

Wang Chong had used Genesis Supreme’s Sword of God 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 Wang Chong like a million arrows stabbing into his heart, but none of this could stop the intense desire to kill in Wang Chong’s heart.

The massacre continued!

His big uncle, big brother, second brother, little sister… Wang Chong saw countless people fall under his sword just as his master had.

Wang Chong had completely lost control over his body.

It was only after seeing this sight that he understood why this hereditary illness of the Wang 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 Wang Chong’s frenzied desire to destroy.

Wang 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 Wang Chong felt a tiny point of light appearing amidst the endless blood.

The familiar face of that woman appeared before him, and Wang 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 brimming with despair.

“Qiqin!”

Wang Chong’s heart trembled, but before he could say anything, that thick mist of blood once more swept forward, and Wang Chong felt that murderous desire erupting like a volcano.

“Killkillkill!”

In the haze, Wang Chong could see the Sword of God 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 Wang 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 Wang 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 God 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 Wang Family Residence quaked, an enormous Psychic Energy sweeping out.

“Heaven-Earth Net! Get out!”

Wang 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.