69novels Chapter 63 Blasphemous Things
Chapter 63 Blasphemous Things
Luo Lan directed the last spider mine to rush towards the direction where the skeleton mages were gathered, and threw another bottle of strong acid. The explosion and the flames generated by the strong acid blew two mages away, creating a gap in the magic circle.
The remaining skeleton mages immediately turned their attention to him, focusing their evil energy fields and necromancy on Roland's location.
Several ghastly green rays grazed the shoulders of the heavily armored figure, the armor surface thudding. Pale holy light adhered to the surface of the heavy armor, neutralizing some of the fel energy and sending sparks flying.
Armed in full heavy armor, Luo Lan withstood several magical impacts and pushed forward without stopping.
The blue skeletal hound darted out from the flank and bit the casting arm of one of the skeleton mages, interfering with his spellcasting.
A few seconds later, almost all the skeleton mages focused their attention on Roland and Victor.
Swan had been waiting for this opportunity for a few seconds. He stomped his toes hard on the blood-soaked ground of the slime and activated [Shadow Cloak lv.1].
His entire body began to blend into the shadows from his feet, spreading upwards over his knees, belt, and shoulders, until even the printed headscarf on his head disappeared into a dark, unlit expanse, leaving only a faintly outlined, distorted silhouette.
Swann in his shadow form was two levels faster than in his human form. He cut diagonally from the edge of the melee, bypassed the two skeleton mages, and sprinted towards the center of the altar, hugging the side wall of the stone platform.
One of the skeleton mages reacted, sending a fel ray at Swan's distorted silhouette, but it only hit the ground. The shadow was faster than the spell, passing it in the blink of an eye.
One skeleton mage after another changed direction and followed up with several more magical attacks, all of which missed their mark.
The shadow's trajectory was not a straight line at all; its speed and route did not match the normal logic of physical movement. Swan kept slipping through the gaps between the altar stone platform and the mage's attack.
Upon sensing the approaching figure, the twelve skeleton priests paused their chanting for two beats and turned their skulls toward the shadow.
But as soon as they turned their heads, Swan was already right in front of them.
"Click—"
Swann bounced back into human form from the shadows, his right foot landing on the skull of a skeletal priest.
The skull shattered, and Swann used the force to spring upwards, reaching out his hand in mid-air to grab the core of the rift that was flashing red pulses in mid-air!
"Got it!"
Swann shouted this excitedly in mid-air, his fingers gripping the gem suspended in mid-air by an invisible force, and pulled it outward.
"Click".
It was like an invisible chain being snapped, producing a very short, crisp sound.
"What?"
Suddenly, a blinding burst of blood-red light erupted in mid-air within the entire blood sacrifice chamber.
"Tap tap tap—"
The ancient stone slabs on the altar floor began to crack extensively, and the array, having lost its core, began to collapse.
The remaining eleven skeletal priests in the innermost circle had their pale green flames in their empty eye sockets turn into a frenzied red light.
They raised their broken bone staffs high, turned around in unison, and locked onto Swan, who was still falling.
"Arrogant thieves will be tormented... Thief... Thief... Your spirit has been etched... His wrath is upon you... Return it... Return it..."
Just as Swan was about to twist his body in mid-air to find a foothold, dark green soul frost swept in from all directions.
Corroded by this malevolent curse, Swann felt all his strength drain away in an instant, and his extraordinary circuits throbbed with intense pain as if they had been filled with concentrated sulfuric acid, causing his body to go limp.
"Damn it, I knew it wouldn't be that simple!"
Swan cursed inwardly.
He glanced at the eerie blue skeletal cat perched on his shoulder out of the corner of his eye, and without hesitation handed over the hot potato-like Rift Core.
"Ronan, hurry up and have your pet carry it away!"
The skeletal kitten needed no further instructions. Its skeletal jaws snapped open, gripping the core, and it leaped powerfully from Swann's shoulder toward Roland.
As the altar collapsed, the low-level skeletons who were fighting the slimes on the outside all went into a frenzied state of indiscriminate attack.
A skeleton mage was about to unleash a pale green fel energy blast at a slime when, halfway through its trajectory, a tentacle lashed out by a slime deflected the staff, causing it to veer off course.
The ray struck precisely across the skeleton kitten in mid-air.
As a purely reconnaissance-oriented undead creation, the Skeleton Cat itself had little defensive capabilities. Its fragile skeleton, suspended in mid-air, was knocked askew by the fel energy blast.
The gem slipped out, arcing through the air in an arc, flying over the dilapidated edge of the altar and falling into the huge circular blood trough below the altar, used to collect slime blood.
As soon as the gem fell into it, the crimson slime blood that had been flowing downwards along the array patterns abruptly stopped flowing.
The next second, the liquid in the entire blood tank boiled up as if it had been thrown into boiling oil from a hot iron block.
Swann, who had already managed to land, and Roland, who was in the midst of battle, stared in astonishment.
This large pool of blood, squeezed out from countless crushed flesh-and-blood slimes, throbbed, twisted, and expanded wildly within the blood groove under the stimulation of the rift core corrupted by the false god, transforming back into a large mass of deep red semi-liquid slime.
Twitching, twisting, expanding...
The fused slime overflowed from the health bar and spread outwards from the altar.
The giant flesh slimes that were fighting each other, the skeleton soldiers wielding rusty longswords, and the skeleton mages emitting green light were all indiscriminately swept up by this wave of blood.
With each unit it swallows, its volume expands by one unit.
"It failed, it failed, it failed."
"He is disappointed, He despises, He punishes."
"Without the return of blood and flesh, all perish."
"My dearest mother, do not abandon us...we are foolish...do not abandon us...we are but ants...we still have faith...we still have faith..."
The skeleton priests stood frozen in place, their bone staffs hanging limply, muttering incoherent prayers.
Luo Lan had no interest in arguing with these mystical skeletons. Seeing that things were not going well, he had already run out with his cats and dogs.
Beside him, Swan had somehow slid off the altar. Now, cursed, his face looked as ugly as a piece of moldy plaster.
The crimson tide of slimes spread until it engulfed even the skeleton priests.
The skeletal priests, having been devoured, seemed to be experiencing something wonderful as their bodies dissolved, and suddenly began to sing praises:
"Together we are one…sharing joy and sorrow…praise be to you…grieving mother…who did not abandon us…bestow your mercy upon us again…"
This "liquid," which had swallowed all the monsters, twisted and solidified as it boiled.
The upper body is outlined as two arms, and then upwards, the neck, head, and human figure become more and more complete, but it is still just an outline and has no facial features.
The lower body is still a slime body with rolling blood bubbles, which stack up to form a kind of higher density tissue structure.
Outside the Blood Sacrifice Dark Chamber, Luo Lan stared solemnly at the object that was over ten meters tall:
【Name: Evil Thought Slime Aggregate】
[Rank: Gold+]
Specialties: Physical resistance, false message transmission, unconsciousness, semi-liquid state...
【技能：增殖狂潮lv.5、腐化血雨lv.4、苦痛尖啸lv.3、灵魂汲取lv.3、分裂lv.4、聚合lv.3、吞噬lv.2、自愈lv.2……】
[Status: Contaminated by Evil Thoughts]