At the moment when he fell from the tall building, Jiang Chen only remembered the hand with the scorpion tattoo on his back.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in a huge bronze coffin piled with thousands of corpses, his fingertips cracking the rock wall like rotten mud. The bullet hit the pale chest and was flattened into scrap metal; the tomb robber's machete hit his arm, sending sparks flying everywhere.
"What kind of monster have I become?"
The moment the fangs pierced the enemy's artery, the hot plasma awakened the true name deep in his soul——
**General! **
What was once an ant is now a corpse ancestor.
He stepped out of the thousand-year tomb, behind him was the crushed bronze ghost mirror, and the green light in the cracks was like the eyes of a poisonous snake.
The neon lights of the modern city are flashing in the distance. There are the "brothers" who pushed him down from the building, the "blood alliance" who covets his origin, and... The city is full of blood to be slaughtered.
"It's time to pay back those who owe their lives."
His pale fingers crossed the phone screen, and the cracks reflected his dark golden pupils.
That night, all the surveillance cameras in the western suburbs of Linjiang City failed. Only an afterimage tearing through the darkness and corpses being sucked dry all over the ground were captured.
In the Universal Group Building at the highest point in the city, the wrist wearing the Rolex suddenly trembled, and the scorpion tattoo was faintly hot in the red light of the alarm.
**He's back——**
With the authority of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the prelude to eternal night.
