In this lush mountain forest, green woods are densely arranged, forming a dense forest maze.
Thick leaves blocked the sky, leaving only weak sunlight shining through the gaps on the ground, forming mottled light and shadow.
There is a tense atmosphere in this mountain forest, as if the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder. There were rustling sounds among the trees from time to time, as if there were invisible beings passing through them.
The sound of the branches and leaves rubbing against each other became low and secret, as if foreshadowing the coming battle.
Although the environment is beautiful, the mountain forest exudes a depressing atmosphere, with gusts of cold wind passing by, bringing with it a fishy smell from time to time, revealing the smell of blood.
The birds no longer sang in the woods, and it was almost eerily quiet. Only the occasional bird song came from the distance, making it even more lonely and desolate.
The vegetation in the forest became sparse, revealing an open space.
In the center of the clearing, broken tree trunks fell to the ground, stained with blood, and debris and weapons scattered everywhere, showing that a fierce battle had broken out here.
The curved marks and deep sword marks left on the land show cruel fighting.
From time to time, low roars and fierce roars can be heard in the jungle, like the roars of wild beasts. A battle is about to break out, and every place is full of tension and danger.
People inside felt the air tightening, their hearts beating faster, and anxiety filling every inch of their skin.
The environment in the mountain forest became even worse in this tense atmosphere, and the space between the trees became narrower, as if they were harboring some malicious intent.
The barren land was stained with blood, and the muddy ground created by trampling was like a trap.
The enemy hidden in the trees is silently waiting for the opportunity, and every sound of the restless branches and leaves makes people nervous.
In this mountain forest, the atmosphere of tension and the atmosphere of battle are intertwined. Every inch of space is full of crisis. People feel an invisible pressure, as if the whole world is hanging on the edge of a sword.
As time goes by, the battle is about to break out, and the environment in the mountains and forests will become a stage for ruthless fighting.
As the sun sets, the brutal fighting atmosphere gradually reaches its climax in the mountain forest. The reflections of the trees are distorted and deformed on the ground, as if they are the reflection of dark power.
A breeze blew by, carrying the smell of blood and fireworks, making people shiver.
The tense atmosphere became thicker and thicker. The leaves trembled in the wind and made rustling sounds. The chests of the Japanese soldiers inside were rising and falling violently. Their eyes were fixed on everything around them, and they were vigilantly observing every corner.
The slight friction of each leaf made them alert and ready to respond to possible attacks. After all, the enemies they faced were too strange and dangerous.
Although guns and artillery are not completely useless against him, the problem is that they have to be able to hit the opponent in order to be useful. After the first confrontation, this guy hid, making it almost impossible for anyone to find him.
But the only thing that is certain is that this guy is still around and is preparing to launch the next wave of attacks.
The environment in the mountain forest became dark and dangerous. The dead branches creaked under their feet, as if to remind them of the enemy's presence. The thick trunks were filled with the smell of moisture and decay, just like the atmosphere of death.
The ground, filled with broken branches and recesses, makes progress difficult, and each step requires careful exploration.
There was a dull roar in the distance, echoing in the mountains and forests, and the presence of the enemy was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing.
The nervous Japanese soldiers tensed their bodies, feeling the desire to fight boiling in their blood. They also felt the approaching threat. Night began to fall, casting a dark shadow.
The environment in the mountain forest is even more bizarre. The outlines of the trees become twisted and strange. The dim moonlight shines on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, forming ferocious mottled light and shadow.
This eerie scene adds an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
The tense atmosphere reached its peak, and a battle was about to break out. Every nerve was tense, and every breath was filled with fighting intent.
The soldiers were silent, with firm and dignified eyes, waiting for the enemy to appear. The environment in the mountains and forests became the stage for their decisive battle, and the bloody storm was about to rage in this darkness.
The open space not far away is now littered with corpses, and countless lives have turned into mummies, losing their vitality and vitality.
Their faces were pale and their eyes were hollow, as if the last trace of life flame had been sucked out.
The corpses lying on the ground covered the entire battlefield, like cold statues.
Their skin was pale and thin, like dried tree bark, without a trace of blood. Their limbs were twisted and their expressions were distorted, as if they had experienced tremendous pain and torture before death.
Withered fingers tightly grasp the weapon as a symbol of last resistance and struggle.
The blood has dried, forming spots of dark red traces, reflecting the cruel reality under the sun. The smell of decay and decay fills the battlefield, intertwined with the atmosphere of death.
An eerie silence reigned over the battlefield, save for the low groans of the wind blowing over the corpses.
These sounds are no longer the calls of life, but more like the wails of the dead, which send chills down the spine. Birds and beasts seem to be frightened away by the silence and stay away from this realm of death.
The mummies have lost the light and expression of life, and their eyes are empty and lifeless, as if they have seen through everything and seen the endless pain of war.
They became lonely witnesses on this battlefield, silently telling the story of cruelty and destruction.
On this battlefield littered with corpses, life has been completely taken away, leaving only desolate remains. Every mummy is a victim of war. Their existence reminds the living of the cruelty and cost of fighting.
The scenes on the battlefield solidified and were forever engraved in people's hearts, allowing them to deeply understand the horror and desolation of war.
However, at this moment, a withered and thin zombie quietly appeared from the dark corner.
Its body was eroded by time and death, presenting a horrific sight.
The skin of this zombie was as pale as paper, and there was almost no trace of flesh on the face that was close to the bones. The protruding eye sockets were empty, with no eyeballs, only deep darkness.
The cheekbones under the eye sockets protrude, revealing the texture of the bones, as if they are evidence of being swallowed by decay.
Its mouth opened, revealing broken teeth and the dark abyss between its gums.
The rotten tongue twitched, as if searching for something, but it had lost the ability to speak and chew.
The neck was as dry as firewood, revealing withered blood vessels and twisted bones.
The dry hair is messily covered on the top of its head, and the color has faded, leaving only pale gray. These hairs are like dead grass and wood, swaying in the breeze, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling.
It was the mandrill, but its condition was much worse than the last time it was seen. At this time, the missing parts of the body had not been really made up, and the bones and flesh were still exposed.
This shriveled mandrill's body is skinny and skinny, and his muscles have been exhausted.
Its limbs were shriveled and twisted, like broken branches, ready to break at any time.
But it exudes an aura of death and corruption, and its presence makes people feel the evil power of death, like a nightmare emerging from the darkness.
As the mandrill appeared quietly and then slowly approached a soldier, an evil aura filled the air.
At this moment, the soldier felt the approach of death and turned around suddenly, meeting those empty eye sockets. His heartbeat accelerated, and the muscles all over his body tightened. His fighting instinct drove him.
The mandrill raised its thin arm, with protruding bones and long black nails. Its movements were slow and stiff, but they contained extremely terrifying power.
The soldier aimed at the mandrill and raised his gun, but he was attracted by the darkness in the mandrill's empty eyes.
In an instant, the mandrill's claws shot through the air and accurately grabbed the soldier's wrist.
The soldier let out a violent roar, but his voice was drowned out by the mandrill's cold laughter. Terrible power came from the mandrill's arms, and the soldier felt the crackling sound of his own bones.
Severe pain spread throughout his body, and he could not resist or break away.
The soldier's body began to tremble and blood poured from his wrists.
The zombie's nails dug into his skin, seeping into his muscles and bones.
An expression of pain and despair was engraved on the soldier's face. He struggled feebly, but could not escape the clutches of death. At this time, the vitality in his body was rapidly passing away, and his whole body was being sucked dry as if dehydrated.
Finally, the soldier's body collapsed and he fell to the ground, losing the last bit of life. His eyes were empty and his face was as pale as a zombie.
The withered and thin zombie continued to laugh, a cold and vicious laugh.
A hint of darkness was injected into its eyes again, as if it was celebrating its victory. This demonic existence took another life, leaving silence and fear on the battlefield again.
This victory brought it greater ecstasy and ferocity. The dry muscles on its face were twisted, and a cruel smile hung on the corners of its mouth.
The breath of death surges on it, as if endless dark power is dominating its existence. This is no longer his battlefield, but his dining table.
Devouring the vitality of a living person can re-condensate the damaged Yin Qi and repair the originally lost part.
It moved its decayed body like a slow and cruel hunter. Every time it raised its arms, it was accompanied by a terrifying roar, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of death.
The soldiers were shocked by the ferocity of the zombies, but they still resisted.
They used their strong will and well-trained combat skills to try to fight against this incarnation of death. However, the power of the mandrill was beyond imagination, and its attacks were swift and accurate.
The soldiers fell one after another, their bodies torn, chewed and broken, each one more miserable than the last.
Blood splattered on the battlefield, and screams, shouts, and desperate cries were intertwined. Every kill was a cruel portrayal of war, and every fallen life suffered tremendous pain.
The mandrill was pacing forward at this time. There was no emotion in its eyes, only endless desire and desire for destruction.
It bit the soldier's throat with its hungry mouth, and blood gushed out, completely extinguishing the flame of life. Its nails penetrated the soldier's chest, tearing out the heart and obliterating the soul.
The battlefield is littered with corpses, and countless enemies are helpless in the face of zombies.
Mummy corpses and fresh flesh intertwined on the battlefield, forming a horrific and cruel scene. The mandrill's brutal behavior was frightening, and the shadow of death shrouded the entire battlefield.
This shriveled and skinny zombie has become the master of the battlefield. It takes life with ruthless power and proves the horror of death time and time again.
Its existence allows people to experience the cruelty and helplessness of war. Fear permeates the battlefield, and all hope seems slim.
On the battlefield littered with corpses, the withered and thin mandrill continued to wreak havoc, killing endlessly.
It opened its ragged mouth, and its bloodthirsty teeth shone with a terrifying light. Every pounce was fatal, and every scratch caused the enemy to lose its last resistance.
The soldiers were knocked down by the rapid and ferocious attacks. Their bodies collapsed under the claws of the zombies. Blood spurted out like a fountain, dyeing the land red and forming a terrifying sea of blood.
The mandrill's eyes became more fanatical, and it seemed to be more and more addicted to the pleasure of killing.
It no longer just kills, but seeks greater pain and fear in every kill.
The shouts and screams of the soldiers echoed on the battlefield, but were soon swallowed up by the dead silence. The nightmare of war became a reality, and people were forced to face the end of death.
At this time, some people were already trying to escape, but escaping was not that easy. As the fallen mummies stood up again, one mandrill after another ushered in a new life.
The number of mummies is increasing, and they seem to be an endless army of demons, chasing the remaining survivors mercilessly.
Flesh and flesh were torn apart, bones were bitten into pieces, and the scene on the battlefield was like a dance of hell.
The hope of the living was gradually shattered, and fear and despair enveloped everyone's hearts. They watched their companions fall one by one, and the fragility of life could not withstand this torrent of death.
This withered and thin zombie became the demon king on the battlefield, and its existence symbolized destruction and end.
The life on the battlefield trembles under its feet, unable to resist.
The vortex of death expanded, the fighting continued, and the forest became a hell of depravity and sorrow.
Until this time, a white figure stood in front of the fleeing people. The man was wearing a gorgeous and wide white robe. His appearance showed a mysterious and majestic temperament.
He is tall and straight, with well-proportioned muscle lines, revealing his physical and mental training. His deep eyes shine with the light of wisdom, and it seems that he can understand the secrets of the world through his eyes.
His face is somewhat feminine, but it can also be called handsome, and his long hair hangs down to his shoulders like a black waterfall.
There is a high black hat on the head, and a folding fan is patted on the palm of the hand.
Wang Yue Liao - Onmyoji.
(End of chapter)
