Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Moving Forward in the Mist
Translator: 549690339
Attributes.
Like Han Dong, the contained objects that have undergone prison modification are not afraid of pollution.
When dealing with these ‘fallen’, there is absolutely no need to worry about the problem of pollution.
Therefore, Togu’s Copper Skin Iron Bones can easily deal with these gardeners. The ability of his lava can burn the body to avoid regeneration.
The only pity is that by defeating these low-rank ‘fallen’, Togu cannot gain experience value for growth.
To make Togu grow in combat, he must defeat individuals stronger than himself.
During the process of walking towards the mansion, Silist was still incredibly surprised at Han Dong’s rapid progress.
“Counting these two minions, Nicholas himself has enough strength to reach the lowest standard of a knight… No wonder Mr. Black White values him so much.
Besides, the attribute of being not afraid of pollution is key.
In the future, he may become the ‘first investigator’ in the knight regiment… which would greatly reduce casualties during external expeditions.
It’s a pity that there’s no way to dig him out to the Holy Knights Group. It’s safest for him with his attributes to stay with Mr. Black White in the Plague Knights.”
In a short while.
Han Dong is already standing in front of the east building.
He intends to continue through the hidden secret passage in the main bedroom to the [Creation Room].
Creak~
But when he pushed open the door, Han Dong froze.
The scene that came into view was not the Martini Family Mansion he remembered at all.
It was a [Misty Corridor]
The door was directly facing a deep corridor and seemed to connect to complicated intersections at the end.
For every three meters in the corridor, there were two corresponding doors, making it impossible to determine in which room Alexis was carrying out his ‘final creation’.
“Is this… a maze?”
At this moment, the crow on his shoulder spoke: “He can create overlapping space and can also change the interior according to the creator’s intentions.
When the ‘Gardener’ was killed by you, the guy behind the scenes knew you were coming and instantly turned the mansion into a large and complex labyrinth area to delay time and complete the last ‘creation’.
A spirit of Viscount Alexis should be confined in one of the rooms.
Hurry up and find it.”
“Ok!”
“Open Eyes”
The Little Demon Eye, which is almost like a cheat tool, opens.
For a moment, the fluid-like mist entered his field of vision.
Han Dong could directly see the flow of the mist. Although a small amount of mist was leaking from each door, the main source was still at the end of the corridor.
Following the ‘mainstream,’ he should reach the source of the mist, and Alexis’s spirit should be there.
However…
This mist flowing in the corridors would sometimes form a white tentacle to come into intimate contact with an individual.
Even Silist, who was wearing goggles, wearing Holy Light Armor, and had multiple BUFFs applied, would freeze instantly when the white tentacles entwined her.
Just as Mr. Black White warned ‘glasses’ are useless.
The mental thinking gets affected directly.
For a moment, some light-colored patterns appeared around Silist’s eyes.
Her consciousness, in turn, was pulled into a magnificently decorated theater, ‘forced to watch’ an extremely weird and strange play.
As her body was fixed to a chair.
Her eyes were forcibly propped open by the device.
Sill’s vision could not be diverted, but had to watch the whole explosive bizarre drama.
A certain kind of pollution was generated directly in her brain
“Sister Vino!”
At the critical moment, the tentacle was severed by a claw
Han Dong’s calling pulled her out of the terrifying illusion.
“‘Contact-based cranial pollution!’ …This is a higher-level form of pollution that I can’t resist.”
When she regained consciousness, Silist quickly drank a glass of holy water, trying her best to forget the terrifying scenes from her memory.
In order to resist this kind of internal pollution, it’s necessary to establish robust defensive measures within the brain.
But Silist was currently incapable of perfecting this step, which was a deficiency in her abilities.
“Aren’t you affected?” Silist asked in surprise.
“Um… I should be fine.”
Han Dong said, reaching out and directly grabbing a white tentacle growing at his feet, completely unaffected, even uprooting it entirely.
Although she was aware of Han Dong’s traits, Silist was still stunned by this spectacle.
Anyone would covet such a nearly bug-like ability… The most lethal factor when contending with creatures outside the city was pollution.
Han Dong asked with concern, “Sister Vino… Can’t you resist this type of pollution?”
“Who said I can’t resist… I just, don’t excel at internal defense.”
“Then, how about this…”
At this moment, Han Dong proactively extended his right palm.
Signaling for her to hold his hand.
This way, they could entirely avoid the possibility of getting separated.
Moreover, if Silist got internally polluted again, Han Dong could discover it immediately.
Silist stared at this young man, who was not much taller than her and was skinny.
She bit her lower lip and slowly reached out her hand.
This was different from the last time at the trade center.
This passive form of hand-holding made Silist feel uneasy, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.
“How… how did you manage to not get affected by the pollution?”
“When I was dealing with the ghoul incident with Cass, I found that I didn’t seem to be affected by the pollution… I’m not quite clear on the specific reason myself.”
“This time… thank you.”
“Mhm, leave the resistance to pollution to me.
If we encounter any trouble traversing the maze, we’ll need you, Sister Vino, to solve it.”
Han Dong deliberately said this to ‘balance’ the roles between them.
“Of course.”
Under the influence of the Little Demon Eye.
Han Dong rapidly moved through the maze area, moving against the flow of the mist.
During this time, Silist encountered mental pollution multiple times, which Han Dong timely pulled her back to reality each time.
Suffering this once was fine, but after experiencing it repeatedly, Silist slowly developed a peculiar ‘sense of dependency’… Han Dong, in her eyes, had already surpassed the realm of an apprentice knight.
They occasionally encountered Fallen Servants rushing out from side doors along the way.
With consecutive strikes from the Holy Flame Chain, they quickly eliminated their targets.
Just like that, they arrived at the final passage of the maze in the quickest possible time.
At the end, there were no more forks in the road, but instead an open door.
The source of the mist was right inside this door… Viscount Alexis should be in there.
They stepped over the threshold.
And once again entered the familiar [Creation Room].
Mr. Black White was right; one thread of Viscount Alexis’s spirit was trapped here, creating works day and night.
All the remaining servants of the Martini family were gathered here, surrounding it for three rounds, ensuring that Viscount Alexis’s final creation was not interrupted.
“I have finished writing! I’ve finally finished…”
With joy as if he had crawled out from an abyss, Alexis revealed a relieved expression and lay motionless on the desk.
A unique novel has finally been completed.
At the same time, the white tentacles squirmed and gathered on the ground.
They condensed into a yellow-robed mysterious person visible to the naked eye, slightly different from the previous night… He had come especially to evaluate the work.
Caw (the sound of a crow cawing)
Mr. Black White revealed his true form.