Capítulo 1854: Chapter 884: Shadow Assassination (Part 2)

Or to say, behind many camps howling in the night, it is very likely these monsters are at work, but most people have no way to discover them when they are invisible, so the reason is simply attributed to fear.

These high-level Terror Demons are very likely not summoned by humans, but rather generated by the Tukan Army itself.

Highly dense formations and a huge number of soldiers suffering setback after setback, morale being low for a long period, heavy casualties in the Lake Asen ambush, confusion and fear about the future, and so on.

This combination of conditions together forms the best breeding ground for these alien monsters.

The Shadow Assassins merely took the opportunity to amplify their effects to the maximum.

Whether it was opportunistic or deliberate, it remains unknown.

Driven out from their invisibility, the Terror Demons’ sticky gray hide swells high, with all mouths wide open, emitting shrill, inhuman wails.

The already chaotic situation below becomes even more turbulent; whether those who see the Terror Demons’ form or who hear their screams, the slave soldiers all fall into a state of extreme fear, acting as if insane, launching indiscriminate attacks on those around them, attempting to create further chaos and panic.

Born from fear, everything about the Terror Demons is meant to create even greater fear. They possess a ferocious momentum similar to that of the Giant Dragon, and anyone witnessing the Terror Demons, once failing a will save, will uncontrollably fall into panic.

Their voices are a special form of attack, akin to sound effects in horror movies, further magnifying the power of fear, particularly when the two abilities are used in conjunction.

The sound of the Terror Demons is different for everyone who hears it, because this sound combines with the most fearful sound deep in the hearer’s heart.

If the hearer is most afraid of the sound of glass being scratched, then they will inevitably hear the sound of claws scratching glass, magnified to the extreme, penetrating directly into the soul, where even deafened ears can hear it.

If the hearer is most afraid of a woman’s sinister, twisted laugh, they will surely hear it as they desire.

If the hearer is most afraid of a ghostly sound, then it will follow them like a shadow.

And the massive fear emotions generated in this process become the most delicious food for these Terror Demons, becoming their strength, and their body type begins to balloon like inflating a balloon.

“You are seeking death.” Khan Yamun was utterly enraged, seeing these Terror Demons consuming the fear emotions of his army right before his eyes, blatantly disregarding him, the God Child of Slaughter.

The furious Khan Yamun, no longer manipulating the Souls of Slaughter, charged directly at the nearest high-level Terror Demon with his Tukan Curved Knife.

Puff!

The high-level Terror Demon, with its enormous body, was effortlessly sliced in two by Khan Yamun’s slash, dying on the spot.

The bisected corpse fell to the ground with a resounding crash.

One cannot help but marvel again at the marvels of the Multiverse.

The alien monsters like the Terror Demon, born from emotions of terror, actually possess physical bodies, and in death, do not revert to nothing but retain substantial corpses.

“The monster is dead, this monster is dead, slain by the Celestial Khan, it was just a substantial monster, everyone must scatter in confusion, let us all pray to the Celestial Khan, he will protect us.”

“Anyone daring to continue spreading chaos, this is their fate.”

“The Celestial Khan is invincible, the Celestial Khan is invincible.”

“The Celestial Khan is mighty.”

It is uncertain whether the high-level Terror Demon’s on-the-spot demise awoke those under its control?

Or was it Khan Yamun’s violent methods that evoked their fear of him, thereby suppressing the other kind of fear.

Many who were initially in a panic surprisingly regained some reason, no longer dared to run amok, but knelt trembling on the ground.

Khan Yamun relentlessly continued his furious assaults on the remaining Terror Demons until all in his sight were slaughtered, totaling four high-level Terror Demons and six newly born Terror Demons.

Wherever he passed, everyone could only cower on the ground trembling, not daring to stir any unrest.

He was an existence more terrifying than those monsters; earlier they were controlled by those monsters, temporarily forgetting the fear of him, now this fear dominated everything.

Khan Yamun’s slaughter whirlwind danced furiously over the Tukan Army, his eyes sharp, wanting to pull out the assassins lurking in the shadows.

But unfortunately, during the time he spent slaughtering those Terror Demons, all the Shadow Assassins vanished without a trace, as if they never existed.

“A bunch of despicable people, only dare to play such conspiracies and tricks,” Khan Yamun shouted angrily, “You dared to do this, you must pay the price; this blood debt isn’t mine to bear, but will be counted on you. Come here, drag everyone in this village out, execute them on the spot, leave no chicken or dog alive; this is the consequence of opposing us.”

Khan Yamun did not stop, directly venting his endless anger on the villagers of Twin Star Town.

The true origin of these Shadow Assassins is completely unknowable.