Chapter 238

These pollutants, at first glance, look very similar to the system. Their energy fluctuations are chaotic and disorderly, and their devouring power is extremely strong. They are like an out-of-control black hole with its own consciousness, greedily devouring all the surrounding matter.

Xie Xubai was familiar with this; before the Infinite Game lowered the difficulty of the dungeons, the energy bodies extracted from those Outer God BOSSes were in this form.

Golden light flickered in his eyes as he channeled his spiritual power, causing the golden light to disperse into wisps of lines that weaved through the white cashmere, like a hunter calmly observing his surroundings in a dense forest.

The black and red poisonous insects rustled and whispered, cunning and treacherous. At the slightest disturbance, they would dart away like a tidal wave.

But the golden threads passed slowly and steadily through the top of the poisonous insect's head.

Perhaps because they were not attacked, these venomous insects gradually lowered their guard. They slowly poked their heads out, and after a while, they once again revealed their greedy faces and sharp, ferocious mouthparts to the flesh and blood in front of them.

The moment they appeared in large numbers, the golden light that had already woven a net of heaven and earth suddenly struck!

The gold threads in the cashmere are like needles, flying and intertwining so fast that the human eye cannot capture the specific image, as if seeing a shooting star flash by.

Before more than a dozen poisonous insects could react, their heads were pierced and they were uprooted, with the stinger at their tails pulling out a long string of filth left under their skin!

Without harming the lamb deity's fur, Xie Xubai quickly removed and cleaned away the poisonous insects one by one. Finally, he didn't forget to use golden light to fill the gnawed holes and remove any remaining contaminants. The filthy, pus-filled skin gradually regained its healthy pinkish-white color under the healing power of the golden light.

Having done all this, Xie Xubai breathed a huge sigh of relief. He stretched out his tentacle and wiped the sweat from the young man's forehead.

The lamb deity remained docile and harmless throughout, allowing Xie Xubai to do as he pleased without moving.

Only its two little ears flapped excitedly incessantly, truly revealing its joy at no longer being eaten by poisonous insects.

After Xie Xubai properly treated the last of the wounds, Xue Tuanzi couldn't help but smile and rub against his palm, then excitedly dart back and forth against his arm and cheek.

Sensing His happiness, Xie Xubai couldn't help but smile as well.

If he hadn't already overcome the bottleneck, entered a new level of 80%, and restored most of his memories from the previous reincarnations, he probably wouldn't have been able to deal with these pollutants.

Finally, the lamb god's hair was groomed.

Xie Xubai could sense the terrifying energy fluctuations contained in these white cashmere pieces, but perhaps because the owner of the wool was already familiar with him, it was exceptionally easy to care for.

Xie Xubai maintained the same meticulousness he showed when cleaning poisonous insects, using light and steady movements when combing the fibers, and speeding up when close to the skin to distribute the force evenly.

The golden light moisturizes and repairs dry, split ends, instantly giving hair a glossy sheen and making it several times smoother and more voluminous than before.

After the cleanup was finished, the snowball jumped around even faster, its whole body radiating a joyful glow like tiny, sparkling flowers.

When it spun back and bumped into Xie Xubai, it almost couldn't stop in time and knocked him flying.

The boy, Little Lamb, was happy for his god, and couldn't help but smile. He said to Xie Xubai, "Now you don't have to worry about conflict with Lao Wu anymore. With my god's blessing, you can use my power, [The Silent Flock], without any obstacles."

"However, this skill does not belong to the God system, nor is it your innate skill. Using it too much may cause irreversible side effects to your body, so it is best to use it with caution."

Xie Xubai and Xiao Yang exchanged glances. From the boy's eyes, Xie could see his determination to guard the eleventh floor. In the end, Xie did not ask if Xiao Yang wanted to come with him. Instead, he took out the brush that he had just condensed with his mental power and handed it to Xiao Yang.

"I can't use this..." The little lamb was about to refuse when the lamb god pounced on it with shining eyes.

He held the brush tightly with his two short, chubby hooves, swaying it up and down in front of the boy's eyes, his beady eyes narrowing to slits, his affection overflowing.

The little lamb swallowed its words, touched its nose sheepishly, and said to Xie Xubai, "Thank you."

He then tossed the special invitation into the air, and the invitation turned into specks of light that poured into the passage.

At the base of the pillar of light ascending the tower, the air surged and the energy field instantly decomposed and reconstructed. With two whooshing waves, the energy rippled outwards, like a hurricane sweeping by, making everyone's hair fly and causing them to squint.

Before long, a new passage appeared before them.

The lamb stood still and watched the crowd leave.

As White's figure was about to disappear into the pillar of light, the boy suddenly opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something urgently, but then slowly closed it again in the next second.

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After an unknown amount of time, a cacophony of footsteps echoed at the entrance to the eleventh-floor passage. Dozens of mysterious figures dressed in lightweight camouflage suits strode in, revealing themselves one after another, all wearing masks.

The masked leader pulled a special invitation from under his trench coat. It was stamped with the seal of the Black Tower royal family and granted direct access to the twenty-first floor!

He and another person were heading straight for the pillar of light when they suddenly stopped when they saw the boy guarding the center of the passage and the burning gates of hell beside him.

The little sheep put the brush into its spatial bag, then hung the bag inside its clothes. Looking at the group of uninvited guests, it said indifferently, "Are you surprised to see me? Tenth Brother, Ninth Brother."

The moment the address was uttered, the two men's expressions changed slightly, and the air became so still that you could hear a pin drop in the lamb's cold gaze.

After a while, they took off their masks.

One had red hair and brown eyes, the other had black hair and green eyes. They looked at the boy with a half-smile and greeted him in a familiar and friendly tone, "Long time no see, little lamb."

They pointed out the boy's predicament of being unable to leave after becoming the gatekeeper boss: "I didn't expect your situation to become so bad after the guild disbanded. Weren't the other apostles with you?"

The red-haired boyfriend was very considerate and asked, "Do you need help from an old friend? Someone in our team has obtained citizenship and can take the BOSS's place to save you from this predicament."

Before he could finish speaking, the little lamb interrupted him expressionlessly: "No need. The conditions for passing the test are very simple: line up to enter, and those who pass smoothly will be allowed to pass."

"Don't joke around, kid!" The black-haired man grinned. "Your Gate of Truth is drawn from hellfire. It can directly burn the soul and turn a person into ashes in seconds. Who below the level of demigod can withstand that?"

The little sheep said, "Don't worry, I've reset the attack conditions for the Gate of Truth. As long as your soul isn't branded with the system's enslavement mark, you won't get burned."

As he spoke, he made a sweeping motion with his fingertips between himself and the door, as if severing some kind of bond, allowing the Door of Truth to operate independently.

As if because of this action, the flames burning on the door suddenly multiplied and grew darker and darker, turning into a deep blackish-purple.

The high temperature scorched the floor, distorted and deformed the air, and melted the alloy wall surface like snow!

Squeak, crack—

The ram-horned demon on the door bulged its powerful muscles, its body rapidly expanding as the flames rose.

Originally only one and a half doors high, it now reaches the ceiling, its outstretched arms like a barrier occupying half the passage, and it roars fiercely!

"roar--!"

The oppressive force spread out, causing the passageway floor to tremble violently, and cracks to appear in the ceiling, from which dust began to fall.

Everyone present changed their expressions, and the red-haired man's expression became even more ferocious.

He noticed the demon's crimson eyes sweeping around, not only eyeing them menacingly but also coldly scrutinizing the lambs. Horrified, he gritted his teeth, "What do you mean by this? Why go to such lengths?"

The Gate of Truth, once its restrictions are lifted, will indiscriminately attack anyone who fails to pass identity verification, including the owner, Little Lamb.

This means that if the lamb betrays the system or is mentally manipulated by it, the Gate of Truth will eliminate it without hesitation! Furthermore, it possesses its own consciousness and will not close even if the lamb's soul dissipates.

During this process, the Gate of Truth will continuously absorb energy from the air and gradually grow into its complete form.

Especially after the lamb dies, it will spontaneously devour the overflowing divine power and corpse of its master, and will be promoted directly to the complete form. It will then lock onto the murderer who killed its master and launch a crazy pursuit until the death of the master!

There is no doubt that this is a gamble with one's life! It's a fight to the death!

The boy seemed to be showing them through his actions that he would never let them go, even at the cost of his life.

The raging flames engulfed the boy, as if he were burning his life in a sea of ​​fire. The little lamb looked at the enraged red-haired man, a faint sneer in its eyes: "To this extent? I'd like to ask you why you've gone to such lengths!"

"Haven't we suffered enough from the Infinite Game? Haven't we been tortured enough by the system?!"

The little lamb stared coldly at the red-haired and black-haired men: "Or have you two forgotten that the system tortured us in public to break our will—"

"I haven't forgotten!!"

The red-haired man seemed to have been struck by a sore spot, his pupils turning bloodshot as he roared hysterically, "So we risked our lives to start over again and again! But what was the result? What did we gain besides failure and death?"

Where is hope? Where is the future? Where is the victory White spoke of?! Tell me!

"I know that White must have done something in his previous life to change the current situation, but does it make any difference?"

The system said that 10 consecutive first-clears would unlock an infinite game, but how many 10s have we cleared? Is the game over yet?!

For a long time, all players have been puzzled as to why those god-level players, who are strong enough to crush the S-level Ghost King dungeon, would quit and disappear halfway through the dungeon, even at the cost of losing their first clear attempts.

They were furious, hating and cursing the inaction of the god-level players.

Little did they know that the god-level players were even more desperate than they were.

The infinite game restarts every time someone achieves a record [10], and everyone's memory is wiped except for players who have divine blessing and protection.

The claim that "you can complete the game after only 10 attempts" is a lie from the system!

They are not passive or lazy; rather, they are only procrastinating to prevent the desperate situation from repeating itself time and time again.

"Face reality, little lamb. The Federation has miscalculated, White has miscalculated. The enemy is simply invincible. From beginning to end, it has completely fooled us! Since resistance is pointless, we might as well surrender!"

The little lamb was silent for a moment, then raised its eyes: "So, relying on the system and betraying humanity is your way of surviving now?"

The boy's words were barbed, and both of their expressions changed slightly.

Little Lamb: "Are you more gratifying than those of us who numb yourselves, abandon your conscience and morality, and poison your own people, believing that you can get a good ending by being a lackey of invaders?"

He sneered, "Stop making excuses for your despicable and shameless behavior. You're just a bunch of cowards who dare not face reality."