raknovel Chapter 77 The Tower Reappears
Chapter 77 The Tower Reappears
Chapter 77 The Tower Reappears
For some reason, the sight of the skinned water buffalo in Nan'an made him seem like an unscrupulous merchant who cheated on the weight.
At this point, he was being thoroughly interrogated by this righteous consumer and was unable to respond. He could only panic and shout loudly, trying to create an air of mystery.
He decided to interrogate him one more time.
"Does 'inability to meet' mean lack of equivalent value, or inability to assess the value?"
Given the nature of the trade involving skinned buffalo, it's necessary to get the results while the person appears flustered.
Shashashasha~
Sharp and piercing.
It was like the static sound of an old television set on standby with no signal.
The noise came from the end of the corridor.
Nan'an and Suiyue both looked in the direction of the sound.
From around the corner in the distance, a square-faced figure stumbled out.
It's a magic TV!
Its screen flickered wildly with static, white noise surged on the surface of the monitor like boiling water, the entire body was shaking violently, and the tentacles under its head kept spewing out sparks, which then smeared a layer of burnt black smoke.
Its movements were frantic. The moment it rushed into their field of vision, it crashed headfirst into the wall with a crisp "clang," a sound that made their teeth ache.
The entire television tilted, and the screen flashed with static, but it ignored it.
The tentacles clung tightly to the wall, using it as leverage to accelerate their escape.
They were clearly not targeting Nan'an and Suiyue; it just so happened that their positions were on the escape route.
Nan'an narrowed his eyes slightly.
Behind the television set, a layer of almost transparent white mist was churning and surging, chasing its trajectory like a living thing.
The fog was so thin that its outline was almost invisible, and the edges of the fog wisps seemed to be reaching out and grabbing the corners of the television set.
The skinned buffalo hide lay flat on the ground, rippling the surface.
"Leave the church."
"It is unaffected."
Without hesitation, it stepped into the ripples, its massive body sinking rapidly and disappearing completely in the blink of an eye.
Unscrupulous vendors who occupy the roadside, on the eve of being brought to justice, quickly pack up and run away?
"It's targeting you."
Nan'an heard the water buffalo's somewhat ethereal warning clearly.
The mist that filled the church courtyard roared and surged towards where he and Suiyue stood.
Like a tsunami.
"Hold my hand tight," Nan'an commanded. "It's the Mist of Mourning!"
"what?"
Suiyue froze for a second, then suddenly trembled all over, a chill running straight to the top of her head.
Elemental Drive: Wind was pushed to its limit, and Nan'an's feet didn't touch the ground. It was as if the process of moving was directly erased. At a speed that was difficult for a low-level mage to track with the naked eye, he left streaks of afterimages in the air.
Things in Suiyue's field of vision were quickly left behind; the church pillars, the withered branches in the garden, and the mottled walls all turned into blurry patches of color.
After a moment of blurriness, she saw clearly the "tide" that followed closely behind, one that she had not been able to shake off at all.
The weeping mist, an eerie fog in Nora that signifies "wish fulfillment," seems to be closing in at a speed far exceeding that of Southampton.
"What a mess the church made of!"
Suiyue's voice was torn apart by the wind.
Reminded by Niu Niu, Nan An suddenly realized why he couldn't get rid of the weeping fog and understood the meaning of the skinned water buffalo's words, "It is unaffected."
The entire church is heading into the area shrouded in the weeping mist, and it and the weeping mist are moving in opposite directions.
As a church that moves purely mechanically without any thoughts, it is completely unaffected by the "wish fulfillment" ability of the Mist of Sorrow, and can enter and exit seven times without injury.
"Suiyue, try to think about yourself whenever you have free time."
"well?"
Nan'an said seriously, "You, formed from the Mist of Sorrow, should be easier to deal with than those other random things!"
Suiyue was silent for a moment: "Then can I think about Corella? She seems even weaker."
Nan An was taken aback: "Indeed, then you should try your best to think about her."
The fog roared up to the two and instantly engulfed them.
Everything in sight—the afterimage of the church, the blurry outline in the distance, the two people's tightly clasped hands—was completely covered by a white mist.
Suiyue swallowed hard: "It's like falling into a milk jug."
Two silhouettes began to slowly emerge into view.
Nan'an was still moving at high speed, while the two emerging silhouettes seemed to anchor the two people, always maintaining a relative distance from Nan'an.
As Nan'an peered through a church window to take a shortcut, their reflections were already visible behind the stained glass on the other side of the church.
can't stop.
If you stop, you will be harassed by monsters spawned from the Mist of Lamentation. Your immediate priority is to escape the church and run in the opposite direction of your journey.
The giant Rubik's Cube resembled a CPU fan, and it started emitting smoke shortly after the fog appeared.
The howling wind swept through every corner like an air raid siren, startling the swarms of flies that had been collected. Even the small wooden cabin, which was considered a safe haven, was shaking violently, as if this world was facing its end.
"It's Corella!"
Suiyue, which had always acted as Nan'an's rearview mirror and the role outlined by the weeping mist, finally stopped moving at a relative distance from Nan'an and was instantly left behind.
However, being on her home turf, "Corella," as a creation, is like the sea to a siren; with just a light step, she possesses an explosive power almost comparable to that of Nan'an.
Suiyue watched as her feet left the ground, her arms outstretched, and she soared into the air like a bird—did Corella know this trick?
"It's not that she can fly, it's that you're giving her the concept of flying!" Nan'an said urgently. "Let her crash. In your eyes, Corella is a turtle, quick!"
The shadow directly in front of Nan'an was still creeping.
He tried desperately to control it.
"Don't think about Aslipan."
"Don't think about those dangerous characters in the Red Rat Adventurers."
"Don't even think about the guy who could tear me in two with one hand!"
The more you try to suppress your thoughts, the more they surge forth.
The faces he had deliberately sealed away deep in his memory were now rising up one after another like boiling bubbles.
The shadow that had been drawn suddenly disappeared, left behind by his rapid speed.
Suiyue swallowed hard: "What the hell is this thing?"
Nan'an decided to turn back and catch a glimpse of the honor.
"Damn!"
The middle-aged man had a ruddy complexion, a tall and slender figure, and a straight back that made him appear energetic. He was wearing a dark red, old-fashioned aristocratic coat.
Those hands were covered in scarlet.
Tiny, indistinguishable bits of flesh remained on my fingertips, and a small piece of remnant of some unknown tissue was faintly visible between my fingers.
Behind him was a pair of small, bat-like black wings, which were now drooping limply and trembling slightly with his breath.
"Who's that? He's so fast, and his whole body is glowing with blood!" Suiyue shouted a warning.
"Remember the pica vampire I told you about?" Nanan said. "Lalkai, that's him!"
"Hey, hey, hey, is that the ghoul?!" Suiyue's face turned pale.
Within the bloodline system of vampires, there exists a type known as the "dominant species".
They can use blood as a medium to comprehensively enhance their physical fitness, increase their magic absorption efficiency, and even temporarily block out pain in a short period of time.
Moreover, it has no side effects.
Among vampires, this is truly a "chosen one".
Just hearing their race name gives you an idea of their exalted status among vampires.
Larke is the dominant species.
After consuming fresh blood, pain is temporarily blocked, and physical fitness is comprehensively enhanced, as is the absorption of magic power.
The consensus among adventurers is that for these self-taught individuals, the advantageous vampire race automatically grants them a +1 rank.
Why are you thinking about him?!
"You're just overthinking!"
He really couldn't control himself.
After a long, fast-paced obstacle course, Nan'an was unable to completely suppress his racing thoughts.
Preventing the monster Aslipan from emerging and turning Suiyue into shredded beef jerky with an explosive power even more terrifying than Lalkai's was already the result of his best efforts.
At least Larke has a clear weakness – after developing pica, he becomes somewhat squeamish about blood.
Strangely enough, despite being a dominant species, he developed pica, and would start to feel dizzy if he ate too much.
No one wanted to delve into Larkai's inner world and understand his psychological motivation for choosing to become a ghoul instead of having a perfectly good race.
"arrive!"
Nan'an suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Ahead, the edge of the church is just a stone's throw away.
Beyond the fence covered with vines and withered branches lies a sea of fog, swallowed by a mournful mist, obscuring the ground.
As if it had never been activated by the "original body", the fog here was very calm and did not show any activity.
Without hesitation, Nan'an grabbed Suiyue and jumped.
The wind howled in my ears, tearing the sound into a sharp whistling.
But Nan'an had no time to feel any of this. The ever-present, mournful mist, like a torrent, poured down from the sky, plunging the two of them into the abyss.
At the same time, the tranquil sea of fog was suddenly startled and churned.
A dozen or so dark red arrows of blood shot through the air from behind.
Without turning his head, Nan'an swung his arm violently, and an invisible blade of energy swept out, drawing a semi-transparent arc in mid-air.
The blood arrows shattered the moment they hit the arc of light, turning into dark red mist and dissipating.
What happened to the dominant species?
It's not like he hasn't sold skulls of dominant species before!
A bone-chilling cold crept up Suiyue's shoulders. She had only taken two steps after landing when her cheeks were covered in frost, and her nose seemed to be blocked by ice shards as she exhaled puffs of white breath.
"Nan'an—I'm cold—so cold."
The once lively and energetic Suiyue suddenly became barely breathing; it all happened in just a few breaths as she engaged the enemy and continued her escape.
Nan'an suddenly sensed something was wrong and followed his intuition, looking towards the distant mist.
Deep within the sea of fog, a snow-white figure floated silently.
It had a human-shaped outline, but with the bulging eyes typical of frogs.
His eyes were huge and protruding, almost taking up half of his face.
Its body is almost transparent, as if it were carved from the purest ice.
She hovered in the mist, her body hunched over, her legs slightly bent—a typical waiting posture for the frogmen.
A familiar staff points directly to Nan'an—dragon scales, siren scales, and abyssal crystals—most of the materials that make up the staff were supplied by Nan'an!
Tish, the go-to assistant for the Red Rat Adventurers, is a frogman and a master of instant-cast magic.
Its casting speed, comparable to that of the Siren's Word of Power, is precisely the strength that the team relies on for high-difficulty missions.
No matter how chaotic the battle, Tish's frost always landed precisely where it was meant to.
It won't accidentally hurt teammates, waste magic, or miss opportunities.
A sudden gust of wind arose, and snow filled the sky.
A chilling cold, enough to freeze blood, descended in an instant.
"【Snow Prison】—I've only ever seen you release it once!"
Nan'an clenched his teeth, and the white breath seeping from between his teeth instantly condensed into frost.
For the first time, he became the enemy of his comrade, and he suddenly understood what it felt like when everyone shouted "Bro, your gun hurts!" during the game in his previous life.
Heroic spirits are relatively insensitive to pain; even he finds the cold unbearable, let alone Suiyue.
Her ring of fire was still burning.
The orange-red halo enveloped the two of them, which was supposed to dispel the cold and ward off the invasion.
But in the face of [Snow Prison], the Fire Ring is like a candle flickering in the wind; with each howling gust of cold wind, its light dims a little more.
Suiyue's hands were clenched tightly against Nan'an's chest, already frozen stiff.
Ice magic is rapidly eroding his mobility.
Each step requires three times the usual effort, and the pervasive chill dissipates most of the force with every exertion.
At that speed, by the time he reached Tish, Suiyue would have already turned into an ice sculpture.
Behind them, Larkai's roar grew closer and closer.
His crimson eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light in the mist, and the blood-red aura around him was even more intense than before, indicating that his combat power was still rising.
An ice wall stood before them, and a blood-stained blade loomed behind them.
Suiyue's body temperature was visibly decreasing.
Tish's spellcasting was too fast.
She doesn't need to chant or gather her strength at all.
With just a thought, [Snow Prison] will land precisely where it should.
That's why the Red Rat Adventurers are able to take on those high-difficulty missions.
Their frogmen share the same incantation talent as the sirens—this is no joke!
"Nan--An--"
Her voice was as soft as if she were dreaming.
Nan'an heard her murmur and gently placed his hand on his heart.
"furnace----"
If you think that elemental drive is his only fighting power, you'd be sorely mistaken.
"Burn!"
A beam of light fell without warning.
In this vast and desolate world, it was as if a spotlight was falling on the head of the lead actor in the musical.
The light was soft and gentle, radiating warmth.
The chill of the snow prison was instantly shut out.
It descended from the sky, piercing the area shrouded in the weeping mist, like an invisible blade tearing a narrow slit in the thick sea of fog.
Suiyue's frozen hands trembled slightly, and her mind, which was on the verge of falling into a deep sleep, began to regain consciousness.
Nan'an suddenly looked up, following the crack in the sky that had been torn open.
The mist was dissipating, forcefully pushed back by that beam of light at the end of the rift, far behind Tish, deep within the churning sea of mist—
A tall tower stands silently.
The tower is gray with mottled walls and a round window at the top, through which a faint light shines through.
When Nan'an was first swallowed by the black mist and encountered the weeping fog, he also saw the exact same tower.
At the time, he thought it was also a kind of undiscovered god or demon, but the crow's reaction was not like that.
The warm sun shines down, and the ice in Nan'an melts.
"Come with me—please come with me."
A soft, mosquito-like female voice drifted gently from the direction of the tower to their ears.