Chapter 530
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It didn't budge!
The complex tree patterns did not budge, and the pitch-black door frame did not even make a sound. Yarlin was stunned for a moment before he continued to push the door.
The door looked very thin, but it seemed to carry the weight of an entire world. It wasn't something Ya Erlin could move.
"There's a lock on the back of the door. With our current strength, we still have a long way to go if we want to force our way in. Furthermore, it will cause a strong backlash from the world behind the door." Asturias explained faintly, but there was a deep malice in his calm voice.
"I don't like to barge in violently either. That will be treated as a bad guest. So, do you want the owner behind the door to personally open the door and invite us in?" Yarlin retracted his finger. His eyes shone with a gloomy light as he stared at the 'peephole' in the middle of the door. "Forgive me for being blunt, but the owner behind the door can't be that stupid, right?"
"Using human understanding, most worlds are filled with virtuous women. You can break their bones, but don't expect them to take off their clothes and open the door to welcome guests."
Countless pitch-black tentacles danced wildly behind Yarlin. They were Asturias' protest against the feudal ideology. In the broodmother's view, mutual exchange was the only way to promote the development of the ecosystem.
"So …" Yarlin pursed his lips.
* Whoosh! *
A terrifying shadow appeared from the dancing tentacles, like a black hand reaching out from the void. Yarlin raised his arm at the same time. His five fingers and the black hand perfectly overlapped in the air. A 'cold' black light appeared between his index finger and the tip of his finger collided with the 'peephole'.
Countless black lines spontaneously combusted without any wind. The progress bar on Arlen's retina, which was almost full, began to fall rapidly as if it was flowing backwards. The 'liquid' accumulated in the biochemical pool began to evaporate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Life and soul are the cornerstone of the existence of any world. No world can resist this temptation. What's more, the life that the broodmother devours is the purest nourishment!"
Arlen's cold voice was filled with malice. Perhaps it was because he was close to ink, but Arlen could feel that Astul was becoming more and more sinister. Using pure food to tempt people was truly … a heinous crime.
There seemed to be countless shadows of souls wailing in front of his eyes. The fragrance of flesh and blood seeped into the door, and the strange giant tree on the door seemed to become fresher. A strange bloody eyeball opened in the tree and quickly overlapped with the cat's eye. In the next moment, a terrifying suction force swallowed the fragrance.
Gloomy, chaotic, and some kind of mixed attraction force passed through the door. It was a power attribute that was completely different from the world of One Piece.
"In the state of hunger, it won't notice whether it swallowed a feast or a poisonous bait hidden in it!" Yarlin understood Astu's meaning. He stared at the cracked peephole.
The peephole was the size of a finger. Normal people couldn't get into it. Yarlin glanced behind him. Two black and white masks were reflected in his pupils.
"Go and say hello to that world for me!" Yarlin's eyes suddenly focused on one of the figures. He grinned his white and neat teeth and said.
The figure suddenly dissipated into an invisible black fog, entangled into a 'fog belt' and was easily sucked into the deep and gloomy peephole.
At the moment when the black fog was completely sucked into the peephole, Yarlin retracted back to his fingertip. The black light disappeared, and the peephole closed in an instant. The only difference was that when Yarlin looked at the peephole again, in the originally dark shadow, there was a strange figure that was quickly gathering.
A strange, unknown, and mysterious world was slowly presented in Yarlin's vision through the peephole.
What was even more painful was the fact that the progress bar, which had almost reached its peak, had been reduced by a third in just a few breaths. It was now a full 300,000 points away from the next stage of the broodmother's evolution.
In other words, the 'ticket price' of smuggling an apostle was 300,000 points. This was probably more expensive than the amount of points that Yarlin consumed when he died and revived. Looking at the falling progress bar, Yarlin gritted his teeth. His gloomy gaze penetrated the peephole and looked at the figure that was gathering.
He could see it, but his will couldn't pass through the door and descend on the body of the 'apostle'. Yarlin frowned slightly. He didn't like the feeling of being out of control. Even if the life form transformed by the broodmother would never betray the 'army'.
He had always been a person with a strong desire to control. Generally speaking, people like ambitious and ruthless people all had this kind of personality.
…
In the dark and husky forest, countless ghostly shadows of towering ancient trees stretched endlessly, seemingly covering the entire sky. Only the mottled and gloomy moonlight could be seen, and the forest was filled with a heavy and gloomy aura.
A strange, sinister wind blew past and the leaves were swept up and scattered on the ground. Next, a black fog appeared out of thin air and seeped out from the rotten tree hole. It quickly condensed into a human figure on the ground.
The square-toed black leather boots stepped on the wet soil, and the slender tube-shaped trousers had a little bit of mud on them. He wore a simple shirt and a military-like coat on the outside. There was also a pitch-black cloak on the outside of the coat. There was no symbol on the cloak.
His face was covered with a white mask. When the last trace of black fog entered his body, he slowly squatted down and rubbed the black soil with his fingertips.
There was a dense forest in front of him. It was dark, serene, and the shrubbery covered each other. It was as if there were invisible figures hiding in it. There was a faint smell of blood in the air. There was also a strange and active smell mixed in with the smell of blood.
It was a smell that didn't exist in the original world. It should be some kind of 'energy' that filled the air. The eyes under the mask swept across the distance. The entire forest was surrounded by a huge rusty railing. There were four big rusty words hanging on it.
"Unfamiliar handwriting!"
He didn't recognize it. He withdrew his gaze and felt a strange pressure around him. There were the rustling of insects, the whistling of cold wind, and the swaying of grass. Suddenly, a drop of blood on a blade of grass was blown by the wind.
Chi!
A hidden silver light pierced through the air and flew out of the dark forest, quickly stabbing towards his back. The white masked man's mouth revealed a sinister smile. He suddenly turned around, his rough hand grasping the hidden weapon shooting towards him.
"There's a living person!"
Almost without thinking, he threw the hidden weapon with a backhand motion. Looking at the attacker running in a strange posture in the dense forest, he froze in place as if he was scared witless …
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