Chapter 124: Stench Giant

Factory graveyard, as the residents of the southern part of the Bronx District call it, used to be a gathering place for a large number of heavily polluting factories such as steel and coal plants.

Later, due to the great depression and endless accidents, the factory owners here fled on a large scale, leaving behind only "empty shells".

The most serious and latest incident was about a brave reporter who sneaked into this place at the risk of his own life and revealed that all the factories here have secretly discharged waste into the Moses River, resulting in the premature death of at least thousands of citizens for more than ten years.

In addition, the health of the remaining citizens was also at stake.

That report led to the birth of the "grave of factories".

It also gave birth to the first reporter to receive the Highest-News-Award of the Condor Federation in Moses City, although the reporter was killed shortly after.

After many years of major events, this place has long been covered with dust and gradually became unknown.

In the middle of the night, the atmosphere was really "grave-like.

Recently, this place had become a forbidden area for some mysterious reasons.

Even a homeless man with no place to live would not risk his life to approach here.

At present, a scene appearing on the dark street seemed to confirm the horrors here.

Rustle!

All of a sudden, the sound of flesh and blood rubbing against the dusty road came through.

Under the cold moonlight with a trace of purple halo, indistinctly, four silent and tall figures were walking forward step by step. Their steps seemed to have been specially trained, which were completely consistent, looking harmonious and strange.

Four bald men in suits and masks, each were holding hooks and they dragged a huge creature towards the deepest part of the "graveyard".

It was a very disgusting corpse.

It seemed that after the death of the giant, it had gone through a long fermentation, forming an even more gruesome "gigantic appearance".

It had a shape similar to that of humans, but its skin was covered with grayish-black spots, and there was faint pus-like blood flowing under the skin, with a stench comparable to that of a garbage dump, forming a wispy green plume of smoke that billowed out.

It was one of the urban legends of Moses City, like the Bronx Visage Canine, the "Stink Giant" had been popular for a period of time.

Legend has it that he was a man suffering from gigantism since childhood. He was abandoned by his family and could only feed on rubbish from garbage dumps. Eventually, due to all kinds of pollution and decay, he became a terrifying giant with a stinky smell.

Originally, it was just an urban legend.

But perhaps because of the return of the spirit tide, it became a reality.

Then, it was captured by four "polluters".

The Stink Giant was enough to smoke a person to death but seemed to have no effect on these polluters.

The Stink Giant appeared to have been rotting for many years, but in fact, it was very fresh.

It was still on its last breath.

Perhaps because of his foraging in the garbage dump since childhood, its vitality was surprisingly tenacious.

It was not until just now that it lost its last bit of life energy.

In its extremely foul and rotten body, a resentful spirit was slowly rising.

Initially, it appeared to be an unusually tall young man, and then it began to swell rapidly.

It eventually turned into a very disgusting giant, who habitually roared, spitting out a poisonous gas that could cause plagues, but then finds itself unable to cause any movements.

It looked down and saw its body, and immediately fell into an unbelievable daze.

Before it could accept the fact that it was dead, in the dark night sky, a palm wrapped in smoke fell silently on top of its head.

Swoosh!

A faint red light instantly turned it into ash.

Rustle!

In the dark streets below, the polluters continued on.

...

"Whoosh"

On the side of the street, in an abandoned factory, a cloud of smoke poured into it, and it finally turned into a solid figure.

Tang Qi's steps appeared a bit heavy, and his state seemed a bit weird at this moment, as if he had undergone some strenuous exercise. His breathing was a little quicker, and his heartbeat also exceeded the normal frequency.

Simply put, he was a bit stuffed at this moment.

"This much?"

"Although its appearance was hideous, the fuel supply exceeded any of the previous ones. I'm already somewhat close to the limit tonight."

Tang Qi stood still and silently recalled the previous harvests.

He had been in the grave of factories for several hours. In the process, he became the most diligent and cautious shadow.

Strictly following the safety limits of the malicious perception, he traveled through the night sky and easily picked up fuel from those fresh corpses.

Occasionally once or twice, he was almost noticed.

But every time, he gave up decisively.

In any case, these polluters were constantly coming from everywhere, and the ownerless fuel was unprecedentedly sufficient, so there was no need to be greedy.

Even so, he was very close to his limit.

It should be noted that after obtaining the "judgment", Tang Qi's progress in the meditation method had exceeded 10%. Having made him feel close to his limit at this time, he can imagine how much fuel he had pumped into the furnace.

He had a hunch that after he returned and digested all the fuel, his progress rate would usher in another leap.

"But such an auspicious day, I'm afraid it won't last too long, no matter when the polluters started this operation, the end is certainly not too far away. At least when I first set up a trap to kill monsters, these polluters never started."

"With their catching efficiency, within a few days, there will be very few freaks with flesh and blood left in the entire city."

"I wonder how the people of the Old Castle Bureau will deal with them at that time?"

"And until then, this is my fuel replenishment spot."

Thinking of this, Tang Qi felt a bulging in his mind. He didn't insist on staying and was about to return to his dwelling.

It was almost dawn.

When he got out of the factory and was about to leave, the atmosphere of the entire "factory tomb" changed.

The polluters who had been walking slowly on the streets everywhere seemed to have received some kind of signal. They all sped up while dragging their respective harvests. Quickly passed the lookout tower and then entered the dark factory.

Originally, the paint was strange, as if deliberately creating countless long and narrow "strange eyes". Suddenly, a black light rippled and quickly covered all the walls.

Soon, a gray and very old factory appeared.

If the watchtower was still there, it would look no different from the abandoned factories around it.

This scene explained why nobody noticed the existence of this "dark factory", because it would transform.

After casting a final glance at the factory, Tang Qi turned around and left without hesitation.

...

Bang!

Before the bulging feeling reached its peak, Tang Qi turned to the campus. Without washing and changing his clothes, he went directly to the bedroom on the second floor and sat down on the carpet as usual.

"The Furnace!"

After uttering these two words silently, Tang Qi closed his eyes and entered the state of meditation.

His mental sense outlined the golden sun bit by bit. It was incomparably brilliant and eye-catching, burning in the dark ruins.

The "fuel" picked up by Tang Qi not long ago reappeared at this moment, and then flashed over.

Streaks of golden light flew towards the furnace he had formed. Some were like a stream, others like a river. They all poured over and transformed into his mental power.

The progress rate of his meditation method was rapidly increasing.