Two minutes later, in the dead silence, only the faint vibrations and shouts from the distance and the lower levels could be heard.
The meandering scarlet flowed down the stairs, dyeing the edges of the crack on the ground red.
Just under Huai Shi's feet, the crack had already begun to repair itself and close. It was like a monster chewing on its food, slowly squirming.
Gradually, the wriggling limbs and faces in the asphalt-like viscous liquid could no longer be seen. The wails faded into the distance.
Huai Shi had tried to kill them before, but they had already been completely connected to the entire Eternal Frost Furnace. Even if he pulled them out, they would quickly collapse into ashes. It wouldn't take long for the remaining ashes to be pulled back by an invisible force, returning to the crack and reforming into a numb face …
Everything here was like this.
It was impossible to completely destroy it.
The supreme results left behind by the creators back then were naturally the most precious and durable types of metals. They could even extract Origin Substance to repair themselves, almost like living things.
Now, these living metals had connected them together, turning them into a despairing whole …
Huai Shi took one last look at the crack behind him, stepped onto a higher level, and headed for the top.
As he gradually climbed higher, he had already reached the middle of the tower. The style of the buildings he saw became more and more strange and unimaginable.
The art from hell was displayed here.
As the tower unfolded and grew, even the walls of the tower could no longer cover the gradually expanding furnace core, revealing the peaceful and serene land outside.
In the beautiful world that was like a paradise, large groups of people were still fighting fiercely, giving scarlet blood to the earth …
And Huai Shi was still going up.
The higher he went, the more he could see that countless forks were converging. As long as he went up, it seemed that no matter which door he chose, he would be able to reach the same destination … All the climbers would eventually converge.
There were more and more enemies.
Not only the Eye of Nightmare and the Ivy League's ascendants, but there were also all kinds of strange groups they had hired, as well as scholars and alchemists … There were even war machines left behind by the Hell Workshop's master before he was defeated.
The speed at which he advanced and climbed was getting slower and slower, and the situation was getting more and more troublesome.
One battle after another.
Just like the wailing here, there was no end in sight …
Two hours later, Huai Shi sat on the steps, exhausted. He stared at the messy corpses in front of him, his fingers trembling slightly.
Too many battles, too many enemies. Even Young Master Ming, who was good at recovering, felt an irresistible tiredness.
After using up the last of the Origin Substance he had obtained from the Ivy Sect, he was able to recover some of his energy.
The wound on his arm had already healed under the effects of the Silver Blood Potion. However, the metallic scars still remained on his body, making him look extremely miserable.
"How far is it?"
He leaned against a pillar and stared at the ceiling above him.
None of the Frost Giants, who had suffered severe casualties, responded. They just silently sharpened their weapons, seized the time to rest, and waited for the next departure, or for the enemy to appear again.
Looking up from the edge of the cracked tower, the top of the tower seemed to be hanging high, without the slightest bit of distance. It was as if it had been walking on the same spot.
This climb was too long, and he was almost exhausted.
It was as if she was afraid that he would feel lonely.
The sound of iron boots rubbing against the floor once again sounded from the stairs below. The heavy footsteps from the Eye of Nightmare overlapped.
Beside Huai Shi, the Frost Giants who were sitting cross-legged on the ground slowly stood up, carried their heavy weapons, and turned their heads to look in the direction of the entrance.
There, a ten-man team of the Eye of Nightmare slowly walked up the stairs. Their armor, which was covered in cuts, carried the smell of blood.
The emblem of the Eye of Nightmare on their shoulders and shields slowly opened.
It glowed with a blood-red light.
They assumed an attacking posture and strode forward.
The battle had begun!
Huai Shi sighed, supported himself with the Sword of Virtue, and slowly stood up.
He raised his sword and pointed it at the enemy.
There was no need for any orders or words. The Frost Giants were already running wildly towards the enemy in the icy wind. The giant axes cut through the air and collided with the steel.
A loud sound burst forth.
Huai Shi turned his body to dodge the curse arrow that flew from behind the shield. He stepped forward and nimbly turned around the incoming sword. His palm was already pressed on the attacker's helmet.
At that moment, a sound like a torrent of water burst forth from his slender fingers.
It was the surging flow of blood.
When it washed through the thin blood vessels and merged with each other, it emitted a genuine thunderous roar!
The Heavenly Drum sounded.
— Drummer!
A terrifying force comparable to a pile driver erupted from his palm. The violent force sent the opponent flying backward, knocking down several of his teammates. He was smashed into the wall and could not move.
The ferocious helmet quickly shattered, revealing the rough and cold face below. It was filled with calmness.
Even when Huai Shi stepped forward with his sword, he did not show the slightest change in expression.
He faced death calmly.
However, Huai Shi's footsteps stopped for a moment. He looked at his face and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"
The Eye of Nightmare's ascendant frowned, but he did not say anything. His eyes drooped as he waited for death.
"Can't you speak? Are you unwilling to talk to me, or … are you simply unable to speak? "
Amidst the noise, Huai Shi's calm voice sounded, "Half an hour ago, I seem to have killed you once … Don't you remember?"
The Eye of Nightmare's mercenary was stunned. Then, he seemed to have finally recalled something, and his face turned pale.
He was in a daze.
It was as if he could not believe it.
"It's a good habit to remember the people you killed, right?"
Huai Shi looked around and ignored the fighting around him. He pinched his chin and fell into deep thought, "So, have I been pulled into some kind of illusion?
No, unless it's an illusion at the level of the Crown Wearer, it shouldn't have any effect on me. The Mirror of Nothingness also didn't see anything … Then, what kind of border relic is this that uses this tower to create some kind of effect? To be able to affect so many people, it should be close to the scope of a miracle engraving, right?
To be able to have such a degree of completion, there should be laws and secret instruments inside. It hasn't reached the level of a creator or a grandmaster. Such technical ability … Ivy? Let me think … "
After a moment of silence, he raised his head and asked softly, "If I'm not wrong, this should be a trick of the 'troupe', right?"
With his words, the battle came to an end.
That was because all the Eye of Nightmare's movements had stopped. Then, as if they had woken up from a dream, they finally realized where they were.
They looked around blankly and slowly dissipated into the air.
Never to be seen again.
However, the scenery of the surrounding tower was rapidly changing. Magnificent decorations appeared in the air, accompanied by gorgeous murals, thick curtains, high-hanging crystal lamps, and other furnishings …
It was as if they had arrived on a stage in an instant.
What they saw was actually a theater that was so gorgeous that it was indescribable with words. Outside the stage, in the semicircular stands, countless seats were filled.
Countless illusory figures were holding exquisite binoculars and looking out.
Boos rang out one after another.
It was obvious that they were very angry with Huai Shi, the actor, for breaking the fourth wall without permission.
Huai Shi's surroundings suddenly darkened. In the darkness, a beam of light suddenly fell and illuminated the old man standing there. He was wearing a mask and had changed into luxurious and tasteless clothes. His ten fingers were full of precious rings.
"Pan Delong," he introduced himself.
Then, a second beam of light illuminated a man wearing a scholar's attire, a top hat, and glasses. He introduced himself, "Doctor."
Then, it was the major.
Harley Quinn, whom he had seen before.
Then, an elegant and beautiful masked lady in a whale-bone dress appeared from the light and bowed slightly. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Huai Shi. I'm Isabella."
Finally, it was a young farmer in ordinary clothes who looked tired and tired.
"I'm Piero."
In addition to the other four members who were far away in the present realm, more than half of the 'troupe' in the Village of Dusk had come here and stood in front of Huai Shi.
The stingy rich man, the ignorant doctor, the cowardly major, the pompous servant, the vain lady, the cunning farmer …
The pillars to maintain the story had been propped up, and the characters had appeared.
They had become Huai Shi's enemies.
Huai Shi raised his eyebrows and sighed. "To be honest, I thought it would be Liz."
"Liz won't come here, Huai Shi. You don't have to worry about where she's hiding to prepare a sneak attack."
Pan Delong raised his hand, lifted the brim of his hat, and said solemnly, "The students have set foot on the battlefield, and the teachers should also try their best to pave the way for them in the future and eliminate a little bumps …
Now, in front of you, there's only us, only the troupe. "
Huai Shi couldn't help but shake his head. "How can you say such a despicable thing in such a dignified way?"
"It can't be helped. Just like some Stigmata are particularly good at fighting, some Stigmata are particularly bad at it." Pan Delong responded leisurely. "Unlike other Stigmata, the Stigmata of the troupe needs to be fully prepared to be used, and it's basically useless in normal times …
After all, most of us are teachers and scholars, and we're not good at fighting and killing. So, when we have to fight, we try to outnumber the enemy, just like now … "
Before he finished speaking, Huai Shi pulled out Lord of the Flies without warning and aimed at Pan Delong's face.
Using the same trick, he pulled the trigger.
Ultra-small Judgement Institution, Lord of the Flies — maximum effort, liberation!
A dazzling beam of light flew out silently at that moment. With a high temperature, it tore the old face apart, penetrated his body, and then flew out of the theater.
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