City of Silver, Berg household.
Looking at the blood-stained scalp with short black hair, Derrick suddenly thought of what it looked like just now. It was a beautiful and alluring "mushroom." He nearly couldn't control himself and swallowed it.
And the Doom fruit that Darc wanted to treat him to, the Doom fruit that produced a crunching sound when chewed on, was actually a bloody, pale-skinned human finger!
At that moment, Derrick's stomach convulsed violently, and a sour liquid surged to his throat.
He resisted the urge to vomit and quickly sang a line of lyrics with a croaky voice:
"God, please descend upon this place. The enemies shall be dispersed, and the believers shall rejoice!"
The song revealed a hint of warmth and holiness. Derrick felt all the discomfort in his body calm down, and his spirituality became abundant and lively.
His courage, his strength, and his agility were all significantly enhanced by the song.
This was the Beyonder power of a Sequence 9 Bard.
Darc stared at his classmate and former teammate who was singing softly, and his expression turned gloomy. The way he spoke became more and more inhuman.
"What's on your body …
"What's on your body?
"What's on your body!?"
Suddenly, strips protruded out of Darc's clothes, as if a nest of vipers had been stuffed underneath, and they were slithering and wriggling nonstop.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Bloody strips of flesh pierced through the black tight-fitting clothes, and the surface was covered in rough skin with body hair.
The strips of flesh danced outwards, making Darc look like a blood-colored, soft-furred hedgehog!
With a whoosh, the strips of flesh surged towards Derrick, who was standing at his original spot.
Derrick was also a patrol member who had seen quite a number of monsters, so he didn't panic too much in the face of such a situation.
He twisted his waist, raised his arm, and swung down the Axe of Hurricane that he had long held in his hand.
Pfft!
The Axe of Hurricane cleaved at a few bloody strips of flesh, directly chopping them off and causing them to fall to the ground.
However, because it was "nighttime" in the City of Silver, this strike didn't bring about any lightning. More blood-colored strips of flesh surged over, wrapping around the Axe of Hurricane over and over again, refusing to let go.
Seeing that he couldn't retract his weapon, a pure light suddenly lit up in Derrick's eyes, as if two small Suns had descended into the room. His other hand was already in front of his mouth and nose, as if he was praying.
Silently, a bright beam of light that was burning with flames fell from the sky and hit the bloody strips of flesh that were entangled together.
Darke couldn't help but let out a blood-curdling scream, and many bloody strips of flesh fell to the ground, charred and broken.
They struggled and pulsed as if they were alive.
The spirituality contained in the blood-colored meat strips, which were no longer under the control of the original owner, gradually fused with the natural forces stirred by the sacrificial ritual incantation, gathering into a red "wave" that grew more and more intense.
This "wave" plunged into the dim candle flame, causing the latter to suddenly expand, forming an illusory and mysterious door.
Derrick had long drawn the secret symbol of The Fool on the candle!
This was the preparation they had made in advance.
All of this formed a sacrificial ritual that had simple steps but complete elements!
Crack!
As the seat shattered, Darke pounced at Derrick with the waving bloody strips of flesh. There was no fear or nervousness in his eyes, only the purest and most burning desire.
And at this moment, Klein, who was above the gray fog, responded.
Amidst the unreal creaking sound, the illusory door with many strange patterns cracked open a crack.
Behind the crack was a deep darkness. In the darkness, there were countless transparent shadows of indescribable shapes.
At the top of these shadows, there were seven rays of pure light of different colors that seemed to contain infinite knowledge.
And above the brilliance was an endless grayish-white fog. It was an ancient palace that overlooked the gray fog.
Suddenly, a shadow leaped out from a dark corner and covered Darke, who was closest to it.
The bloody strips of flesh that were dancing around Darke were completely enveloped by the pitch-black sticky "liquid." His entire body had become like a cat that had entered an opaque bag.
The shadow didn't stop. It rapidly extended across the ground and surged towards Derrick, who had already dodged to another spot.
It shouted sternly, "Stop! What are you doing!? "
As a monitor, his original plan was to observe the changes from the sidelines and record the corresponding abnormalities. When the situation became uncontrollable, he would then take action to stop the two parties that were acting strangely.
But when he saw the illusory door covered with strange symbols and labels crack open, he was shocked by the deep, mysterious, lofty, and majestic scene inside. His intuition told him that it had something to do with the terrifying evil god, so he had no choice but to notify Derrick while taking action in a hurry, in an attempt to forcefully interrupt Darke's attempt to sacrifice himself to that existence.
However, Darke had long determined his location, and the area he chose for himself was far away from him. Therefore, in order to control the youth who had been possessed by the mysterious Amon, the monitor, Shadow, could only first circle around or control Darke Regence.
And he chose the latter, because Darke was clearly abnormal. Leaving his back to him was an absolutely foolish move.
Seizing this opportunity, Darke took out the iron box from his hidden pocket and threw it at the illusory door formed by the candle flames. He threw it at the crack that presented a magical scene.
As the iron box disappeared, the door covered with strange symbols and labels closed with a clang, and then quickly disappeared.
At this moment, Derrick remembered Mr. The Hanging Man's exhortations. He deliberately contorted the muscles on his face and ferociously faced the "shadow."
Before the "shadow" covered him, he suddenly coughed violently. He coughed so hard that he covered his mouth and fell to the ground.
The pitch-black shadow spread over and completely enveloped him.
The room returned to silence, but there were two huge black "chrysalises" on the ground.
After a while, the pitch-black, sticky liquid shrank back and condensed into a shadow again.
As the "chrysalises" disappeared, Derrick and Darke's figures appeared again.
The former had fallen unconscious, but a strange worm with twelve transparent rings fell from his hand. The latter had already turned into a lump of flesh and blood, squirming and roaring as it prepared to attack.
Faced with this situation, the monitor had no choice but to divert a portion of his strength and once again use the shadow-like black "liquid" to envelop the mutated Darke Regence.
Looking at the pale fingers scattered on the ground and the blood-stained scalp with short black hair, the monitor couldn't help but draw a deep breath. He used his Beyonder powers to control the shadows outside, forming a tidal wave to inform the Chief inside the spire again.
After doing this, he seriously examined Derrick's situation and saw the strange, translucent worm.
"This … The avatar that Amon hid in Derrick's body is dead?" the monitor muttered in surprise.
He recalled Darc's strangeness, the terrifying mutation, and the mushroom and Doom fruit that didn't seem to have any problems at all. He vaguely had a guess:
Amon might be a sworn enemy of the mastermind behind the corruption of Darke. In order to destroy the other party's plot, he didn't mind losing an avatar. Derrick's visit to the training ground to observe the expedition team and report them to the Chief were both attempts made by Amon without exposing himself.
As for the mastermind behind the corruption of Darke, he had vaguely discovered Derrick's strangeness, so he had sent Darke to control him. The blood-stained scalp and fingers were props to achieve his goal.
With this in mind, the overseer suddenly agreed with the Chief's worries: The final apocalypse or an even greater calamity was really coming. That was why the City of Silver had repeatedly encountered such strange things. They had repeatedly encountered mysterious existences that hid in the depths of the darkness.
…
Spire, in the Chief's room.
The "shadow" described everything that had happened in its entirety.
The white-haired, scarred Colin Iliad listened quietly and nodded slightly.
"Derrick, or rather, Amon, had indeed made preparations ahead of time.
"The candle with the symbol engraved on it, the evil item that could expose Darke's problem, the excuse of pouring water to make him pray in a low voice, and the sacrificial ritual to send away the item all indicate that the entire matter was developing according to his plan.
"Two questions. First, who does the secret symbol on the candle point to? Amon's main body or the deity behind him? Second, why would Amon rather not have this avatar and expose the abnormality of the expedition team? Is it because he's a sworn enemy of the entity behind the curtains? Then, why did he stay quietly in the City of Silver for forty-two years?
"Could it be that he had predicted this matter ahead of time, so he deliberately met the expedition team from before and let his avatar reside in their bodies, so as to destroy the plot of the entity behind the curtains? Forty-two years of waiting was all for this moment? "
Upon hearing the Chief's question, the "shadow" monitor suddenly said in enlightenment, "Perhaps that's the case!
"Your Excellency, think about it.
"Your Excellency, think about it. Why did Amon wait patiently for forty-two years before suddenly causing Udder to lose control after Derrick locked him up next door? Because the time in the prophecy is coming, he is in a hurry to change to a parasite that can move freely and destroy the plot of the one behind the curtain! "
"Indeed … We were only thinking about what was wrong with Derrick and didn't consider the timing," the City of Silver's Chief, Colin, replied thoughtfully.
The Shadow watcher immediately said,
"Your Excellency, please take control of all the members of this exploration team immediately. There's definitely something wrong with them! And … Elder Lovia, there's a high chance that she's been contaminated as well! "
Colin frowned slightly.
"Before you reported this, even before Darke left, Lovia came to me and told me that she suspected that the members of the exploration team had been contaminated by something. She suggested that we monitor them in secret and let them guard Elder Hawick's inverted mausoleum if necessary."
Hawick was the former Chief of the City of Silver. He had built a mausoleum that went deep underground for himself. After that, he lived inside and appeared less and less. Finally, the door closed and could no longer be opened.
"Elder Lovia mentioned the anomaly a long time ago?" the "shadow" watcher asked in surprise.
After receiving an affirmative answer, he muttered in a half-doubtful and half-relaxed manner, "That's right.
"As long as Elder Lovia is fine …"
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