Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 822
Chapter 822: Chapter 270: Shadow-Canceling Light Beam, Collecting the Mother Source Body! (Part 2)
The most chilling part was the spider’s back, not an ordinary shell, but a myriad of lifelike human faces, some male, some female, some old, some young…
Yes, the residents of C35 Shelter City infected and killed by the Ghost Shadow Spider!
Every face on the spider’s back was without exception a ghostly pale gray, eyes vacant yet suffused with an ineffable complexity of emotion.
Some twisted their mouths into rigid arcs, eyes full of desperate pleading, as if begging Cheng Ye for salvation, or perhaps release.
Others furrowed their brows, faces streaked with tears, radiating endless mourning, as if lamenting their own tragic deaths, or lamenting the fate of Shelter City.
Still others had eyes wide open, mouths agape, revealing grim white teeth, emitting silent wails of despair and venom, as if pouring out every ounce of pain.
Cheng Ye’s heart sank, instantly realizing these were the source power of the Ghost Shadow Spider.
All the deceased, their souls parasitized, reduced to sources of power, forever trapped in this terrifying form.
In an instant, hundreds of Ghost Shadow Spiders coalesced, densely packed, saturating every space touched by black-blue light, like a giant black web.
Not only clinging to Yu Yong, but also enveloping Cheng Ye’s left arm tightly.
Cold, slimy, terrifying, despairing…even with layers of insulation, countless negative emotions still penetrated, inflicting a piercing chill.
Is this the power of the anti-state matriarchal source?
Cheng Ye felt his blood almost freezing, his stomach churning, the strong discomfort nearly suffocating him.
Luckily, a soothing warmth immediately emanated from the Spiritual Body Space, keeping the discomfort at bay from the soul, on the body surface, dense golden runes flickered into protective light.
It’s the Shrinking Earth Giant Louse and Flame!
Although incomparable to the power of Ghost Shadow Spider, sufficient to resist these basic assaults.
Suppressing the fear that made his scalp crawl and the body’s instinctive resistance, Cheng Ye thrust out his other hand, precisely grabbing several spiders crawling onto his chest, and pressed them onto the light wall in front.
Crackle——
The piercing sound of burning exploded instantly, like ice colliding with a red-hot iron sphere.
The faces on the black spider’s back twisted and deformed, emitting the utmost shrill screams.
The sound was not human, yet carried the agony of souls being torn apart, shaking one’s very core.
In the next moment, the spiders pressed against the light wall turned into wisps of black smoke, dispersing into the air.
Simultaneously, fragmented illusions flashed before Cheng Ye’s eyes.
Night had fallen deeply.
In the peaceful C35 Shelter City, the dim glow of the streetlights blurred into patches of light on the concrete.
A middle-aged man emerged from the shadows, looked toward a nearby grocery store, took out a rather old Firewood Communication and opened it, the light from the screen deepening the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.
The call connected, the man’s Adam’s apple moved, a faint smile pulled: “Honey, today is Nannan’s birthday, let’s celebrate properly.”
He deliberately made his voice sound cheerful, “I’ll go buy a small cake, cut some meat, get half a pound of loose liquor, and show off when I get back.”
“Don’t waste money, just became the deputy chief of the workshop, already showing off?” The receiver transmitted a woman’s playful rebuke.
“No worries, it’s a celebration, once a year!” The man hung up smiling, walked into the grocery store.
In the cold case, a palm-sized cream cake lay lone, costly enough to match a week’s worth of salary.
After staring at the cake for a moment, the man’s smile grew broader: “Boss, pack a cake.”
Holding the cake box, he turned into the butcher shop, three pounds of pork belly gleamed fresh with oil, half a pound of loose liquor was packaged in a glass bottle, clinking with crisp sounds.
These items nearly exhausted this month’s savings, yet the man’s heart was warm, humming an out-of-tune old song walking toward the neighborhood.
On the road, shadows hurried by, seemingly something significant had occurred, people converging toward a single direction. The man glanced a few times, resisted the urge for excitement, quickened his pace.
Under the building in the residential area, the fourth-floor window emitted a warm yellow light, like a star in the dark night.
Beside the window, a small figure peeked out, Nannan.
She wore her favorite floral dress, waved downwards from above.
The man couldn’t help but smile, just raised his hand, but saw the small figure like pushed by someone, falling straight down.
“Nannan!” The man shouted a heart-wrenching cry, the items “clang” fell to the ground, madly rushing over.
But before taking a step, his wife’s figure appeared by the window.
Her face expressionless, eyes hollow like bottomless pits, then she too leapt.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Two muffled impacts rang out consecutively, breaking the peace of C35.
Disbelieving, the man froze, as if put under a spell, the expression on his face also halted.
Afterward, the old neighborhood windows simultaneously opened, shadows fell like dumplings into boiling water, creating bloody blooms on the ground.
“I…”
The horrifying scene flickered before him, the man barely managed to take two steps forward, also collapsed on the ground convulsing.
Under the streetlight, his shadow seemed to boil, solidifying, finally becoming a fist-sized black spider, leaving the body.
And the shadows of those corpses, also gathered into a spider army, madly converging towards the center of C35 Shelter City.
“Is this… the day of C35’s destruction?”
Illusions melted away, Cheng Ye hadn’t recovered from the shock, yet was pulled into another phantom.