With a goal in mind, Lin Sheng played the guqin for a while before returning home. After explaining to his parents and sister, he hurriedly went to bed and entered the dream world.
His target was the thousand-armed face at the bottom of the pool.
If the monster did not have the Divine Axe, he would not have been able to do anything to it.
He had tested it a few times last night. Without the Divine Axe, he activated his half-dragon form, activated Sacred Blood, and channeled his Saint Power.
Then, he charged forward with all his might, but he could only send one of the thousand-armed face's arms flying and leave a little bit of skin on it.
He estimated that with all his might, his damage should be at Blackfeather City's Level 5 standard. But even so, he could only leave a little bit of skin on the arm.
So, killing the thousand-armed face and turning it into a summoned creature was Lin Sheng's biggest goal at the moment.
Lying on his bed, he closed his eyes and ordered two vault guards to patrol the vicinity of his house and take care of any danger.
Then, he calmed down and slowly placed his consciousness into his chest, allowing it to enter an inexplicable state of chaos.
* Tick tock tock tock tock … *
The ticking of the clock came again.
This time, it did not take long for Lin Sheng's consciousness to clear up.
* Whoosh! *
He opened his eyes. He was standing in the gap between the stone temple and the pool.
The air was gray, and he was surrounded by dark green walls. In front of him was a hole in the stone temple that emitted a blinding green light.
Behind him were two arms slowly wriggling on the ground.
Without a word, Lin Sheng rushed into the stone temple. Saint power surged and covered his body. He then skillfully pulled out the double-edged axe from the statue's hand and rushed toward the pool.
He was very familiar with this routine, and it took him less than five seconds to do it.
Last night, he had practiced this routine dozens of times, and he was very familiar with it.
* Bam! *
Soon, a dull thud came from the pool.
The thousand-armed face floating above the pool was only the size of a bathtub, but it still could not escape. The axe slammed into its face again.
"No …!" The thousand-armed face screamed in agony.
He seemed to only know how to yell a few times. Clearly, it had lost its mind and had lost its nature.
Whoosh!
A streak of white light shot into the stone temple and returned to the stone statue's hand, turning into a double-edged giant axe.
Then, Lin Sheng rushed in again, snatched the axe from the stone statue's hand, turned around, and rushed out.
And so on and so forth.
An hour later …
Ow!
After letting out a painful and unwilling roar, the Demon King's eyes widened.
The entire dungeon began to shake violently.
Lin Sheng stood by the pool and smashed the axe into it for the last time.
Then, he watched as the thousand-armed human face in the pool was smashed and howled in pain.
At this time, the thousand-armed face was about the size of a normal person's face. However, he still couldn't avoid Lin Sheng's frightening smash.
From left to right, a wide gash that glowed with green light appeared on its entire face.
Large amounts of gray mist gushed out of the wound, accompanied by blazing heat.
Ow!
The thousand-armed face roared again.
The dungeon was shaking and swaying. Large pieces of rubble fell from above. Cracks quickly appeared on the surrounding walls.
The ground also gradually cracked open, revealing pitch-black and deep cracks.
Only the stone hall remained as stable as Mount Tai, not moving at all. It was as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with it.
Lin Sheng kept retreating. In the end, there was no place for him to stand. There were cracks everywhere. He could only retreat into the stone hall in one breath. He quietly stood by the door and watched the changes outside.
Soon, the shaking outside gradually stopped.
The pool was also filled with stones of all sizes. A lot of green liquid leaked out through the cracks around it.
In the middle of the pool, the thousand-armed face had completely revealed its true form.
It was a white-haired old man who was as thin as a mummy. He wore a dark yellow mage robe.
The old man held a long wooden staff in his hand. His eyes were closed, and he didn't look much different from an ordinary old man.
However, when Lin Sheng took a closer look, he discovered that the old man's mouth was sewn shut with a needle and thread.
Moreover, he only had one arm, and his arm was covered in densely packed faint golden runes and symbols.
Because these runes were similar to the color of his mage robe, it was difficult to distinguish them.
The old man slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of turbid and confused yellow eyes.
He seemed to want to say something, but his mouth was sewn shut, so he couldn't open it.
Soon, the old man's entire body quickly dissolved, turning into wisps of black smoke. All the black smoke quickly condensed into a thick black line and shot towards Lin Sheng.
"It's coming!" Lin Sheng was already prepared.
Since he wanted to grind the thousand-armed face to death, he couldn't fail in absorbing the black line!
He took a step forward and left the stone hall.
This was to prevent him from fainting and losing his mind, preventing him from circulating Saint Power to cover his body. Then, he would be attacked by the stone statues in the stone hall.
Around the pool, the tremors had already stopped, but from time to time, pitch-black cracks of unfathomable depths would appear.
As long as he paid attention to his position, there would be no problem.
Lin Sheng quickly stepped into a stable corner and sat on the ground.
"Hiss!"
At that moment, the black line shot into his chest.
With a loud boom, Lin Sheng felt as if his mind had been struck by lightning.
Countless whispers rushed into his mind. Countless distorted auras, information, sensations …
He felt as if his head was about to explode. He fell to the ground with a thud, his body convulsing.
This time was different from the other times.
Completely different!
All the images that flooded into his mind were pitch-black, colorless, formless. Apart from black, there was nothing.
And the whispers were chaotic, densely packed like a beehive. Noise, evil, pain, helplessness, rage, madness.
All negative emotions could be heard from these whispers.
In the darkness, the only thing Lin Sheng could sense was the touch of his hands.
"Can you lend me your hands?"
A voice suddenly rang out from the unseen shadows.
Lin Sheng's body stiffened. Suddenly, an indescribable chill surged from the depths of his heart.
It was a feeling of extreme terror, and he couldn't tell what emotion it was.
His entire body was trembling violently under this feeling.
In the darkness, he seemed to see a lonely and terrifying soul. It was lonely and twisted, gradually becoming creepy.
It was born with only the sense of touch, and only its hands. The other parts of its body were deformed shells without nerves.
In order to explore more of the world around it, the soul gradually became a monster.
It greedily begged for help from others, and harvested all kinds of arms from others.
As time went on, it had more and more arms. Until one day, it was found by an old man with a golden mask.
The old man used one of his arms in exchange for him to come here. And come to this pool.
The memory ended here.
What slowly lit up in the darkness was a blurry, white face of a child.
He was smiling at Lin Sheng.
* Blargh!!! *
Lin Sheng fell forward, retching.
His body was cold, and his body was convulsing abnormally. Some of his nerves seemed to have shrunk, and some seemed to be overdeveloped.
His hands had become extremely sensitive. Even a simple press on the ground would cause him severe pain.
What shocked Lin Sheng the most was that he could feel that the soul fragments he had obtained this time was almost as much as all the souls he had absorbed before!
"Khadula …" Lin Sheng retched as he uttered a name that carried fear in itself.
"Your name is Khadula." His mind was a mess, but only the smiling face, the smiling face of the little boy, was deeply imprinted in his mind.
Khadula was the name given to the boy by the old man with the golden mask.
In Gourenne, it meant: sin.
Similarly, the syllable of the word, in Gourenne, was only one word different from Holy Judgement.
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