NOVPUBChapter 489: Chapter 429: Starting to Mock?
The Kind That Enters a Hidden Level Chapter 489: Chapter 429: Starting to Mock?
The Kind That Enters a Hidden Level The Traveling Poet walked up to the Rose Garden, and the first thing he saw was the statue of a young girl, lying peacefully among the flowers with her eyes closed.
After a careful examination, he confirmed that it was indeed the likeness of Cerys.
For a moment, the Traveling Poet’s feelings once again became complicated.
After all, in the memory of Alex Green Knight, the Holy Court Knight Order had crusaded against Prague Castle, and afterwards, he had heard that both the knight order and the Witch had perished together.
Although the Holy Court suffered heavy losses, they ultimately annihilated the evil Witch, causing widespread jubilation.
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When Green Knight arrived at Prague, it was already too late; the Thorn Forest surrounding the castle had also suffered devastating damage during the battle, and it was said that at night, ghostly cries and howls could be heard from the forest, to the point where the locals were deeply taboo about the place.
Afterwards, Green Knight tried to return to Prague Castle, but ended up getting lost in the mutated Dark Forest…
In the end, he died a fool’s death.
The Traveling Poet had no words for such a manner of death.
But if his memory served him correctly, even a powerful Night Witch would probably not have come out unscathed against the onslaught of the Holy Court Knight Order.
And Green Knight also remembered that there had been no such thing in the Tower Palace initially.
Therefore, it was likely that both the knight’s armor inside the castle and this extremely realistic statue of the young girl were results left behind after that great battle.
“Hey, did you find something?”
A questioning voice suddenly came from behind, and then the archaeologist walked up beside him.
The Traveling Poet pulled his thoughts back, and in a flash, the thin metal sheets in his fingers flew out, cutting off the black roses at the edge of the flowerbed right at the roots.
One after another, the roses fell to the ground, rapidly turning into a pool of thick Dark Matter.
The archaeologist frowned in disgust: “That’s gross.”
“This place has been completely eroded, and it should connect to the basement you entered last night,” said the Traveling Poet.
At these words, the archaeologist’s gaze flickered.
Just last night, Cerys had essentially told her all about the construction and operating methods of Prague Castle.
After the Holy Court Knight Order crusaded against the Witch, Cerys had used her own power and the sacrifice of those buried Flesh and Blood to weave a vast Illusory Realm that enveloped Prague Castle!
Today’s Prague Castle seemed to exist in reality, but was actually as illusory as a dream or a bubble.
It was reliant on the Witch’s power, and equally, the Witch had bound her own power with that of Prague Castle, which was somewhat akin to a Soul Contract, but not a contract with a living being.
In any case, their powers were intertwined.
In other words, to destroy Prague Castle would be tantamount to destroying the Witch’s power!
The archaeologist stared at the rose on the girl statue’s body, feeling tempted.
If it hadn’t been for the appearance of the Abyss, she might have already taken the risk to try it out.
Although, when she thought about it carefully, the fact that the Blue Pond had so casually and carelessly revealed her weakness seemed like a trap…
As the archaeologist wrestled with this thought, the Traveling Poet had already thrown out two more thin metal sheets, which whipped around inside the Rose Garden, reaping another swathe of black roses. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝙢
And after he completed this action, Armand Ray, who had been hidden inside and restoring his strength, finally could not bear it any longer, and countless black vines burst forth from within the flowerbed!
The archaeologist jumped in fright, a marble appearing in her hand, which she threw without hesitation toward the nearest vines.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Explosions rang out in the midst of the rose bushes, and the twisting black vines were torn to shreds by the powerful impact, unable to pose the slightest threat to them, but this invincible scene made the archaeologist puzzled for a moment.
She had only counterattacked subconsciously, without having gathered much strength.
Why did these Abyss Darknesses seem so fragile now?
The Traveling Poet watched the red rose on the girl statue flutter weakly in the blast, frowning slightly, but he did not voice any reproach.
“The butler should be gravely injured by now, and we can take this opportunity to eradicate him,” said the archaeologist at this point, having quickly thought through the current situation.
“He must be hiding in one of the roses,” the Traveling Poet said, scanning the Rose Garden.
The Rose Garden occupied the entire right side parlor of the palace, a hundred square meters in size, with a platform raised twenty centimeters off the ground.
Vines and flowers interlaced among the roses that twined around it.
Previously, the roses here must have all been red, but after the contamination by the Abyss, they had not only turned black and unsightly but were also emitting an unpleasant, rotten smell.
In this way, the unique crimson rose that still stood defiantly in the center of the bushes stood out even more.
The archaeologist pointed excitedly at that particular rose and said, “Then let’s cut it down!
It’s so special, it must be a problem!”
The Traveling Poet didn’t say anything but turned his head to quietly stare at her.
Archaeologist: “…”
Traveling Poet: *staring*—
Archaeologist: “…I was just joking, let’s dig up the surrounding flowers first.” It seems this kid is really hopeless.
I hope to see you again in Script Space, candle.jpg.
However, the Traveling Poet then shifted his gaze away from her, his expression enigmatic: “No, perhaps it is actually useful.”
“What??”
Before the archaeologist could react, she saw the Traveling Poet already throwing a thin metal slice in that direction.
The golden-red, rhombus-shaped thin slice cut through the air, severing countless black vines that surged up trying to block its path.
With an unstoppable force, it headed straight for the central red rose!
The next moment, Armand Ray appeared beside the rose, with his Double-edged Flying Dart held in front of him.
“Clang!”
The metal slice was deflected by the sharp edges of the flying wheel and, after turning a circle in the air as it flew back, conveniently harvested a batch of black roses along the way.
The Traveling Poet caught his own weapon at the tip of his fingers and looked towards Armand Ray, whose face was darkening, a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Armand Ray was entirely shrouded in darkness, his body shaped like a three-dimensional triangle; except for the head which still resembled that of a human, the rest of him throbbed with dense, dark matter.
“He looks like a pillar with a human face,” the archaeologist mused, her hand on her chin.
“You really don’t know whether to live or die!” Armand Ray no longer had his previous elegant demeanor, his face twisted and malevolent.
With his words, the entire Rose Garden erupted, sending countless vines shooting out!
“You always talk tough before a fight, but in the end, you always end up beaten and humiliated,” the archaeologist said disdainfully.
“…” The Traveling Poet suddenly looked at her.
After the two exchanged glances for a moment, the archaeologist seemed to understand his doubt and declared with fervor, “He’s clearly at the end of his rope now, so there’s no need to worry about triggering a hidden level with our taunts!”
As soon as she finished speaking, both of them made their move simultaneously, their sharp weapons whistling through the air and exploding, shredding the vines that had reached nearly within grasp to pieces!
However, in the next moment, Armand Ray in the center of the Rose Garden suddenly roared, swelling into a gigantic monster tens of meters tall!
The monster arched its back, spewing countless barbed tentacles, and that one human-like face twisted completely, ripping open like a blooming chrysanthemum crowded with eyes upon its surface.
What made one’s scalp tingle wasn’t trypophobia but the sheer enormity of the monster’s size, which pushed against the ceiling of the palace; humans standing before it were as meek as newborn pups facing a savage beast in a flood.
The Traveling Poet looked towards the person next to him.
Archaeologist: “…”
Could it be that the plot of this script demands that the boss enter a hidden level whenever it’s taunted?
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