Test

This is a U-shaped corridor, and no matter which direction you go, you will return to the original starting point. The stairs leading to the upper floor are locked from the outside by an iron lock. Mason did not destroy it directly, but turned in another direction and walked to the other side.

The sound of heels hitting the ground echoed as the red-haired young man walked alone under the light. He was not looking aimlessly, but observing the doors. After finding the door that seemed to be used the most, the young man stopped. The card lock that emitted a striking blue light made people feel very friendly, but no sober person would think of triggering it.

Mason measured the thickness of the wall. The dagger slid across the skin, and after being covered with blood, it became extremely sharp and easily pierced through the hard bricks. The dim magic circle flashed and disappeared, but it was no match for the sharp weapon that could cut through metal and iron. The dagger cut out a square as tall as a person more easily than cutting tofu, without any extra sound.

The young man removed the split bricks, revealing the interior decoration. Most of the counters were empty and covered with dust. He quickly scanned to make sure there were no traps inside.

According to the portal, it is very easy to attack this place. The Black Mist followers who have evacuated seem to have evacuated in a hurry due to some accident, so that even the energy hub was not shut down, and the entire base still maintained basic operations.

Mason searched for a while and made sure there was nothing here, then returned to the stairs, easily cut off the iron lock, opened the door and went up.

After he entered the upper floor, he suddenly found himself standing in a dusty U-shaped corridor. The stairs behind him disappeared without a trace when he stepped out. Mason turned around and found a square block as tall as a person left on the south wall. The broken bricks in front of the door were arranged into a neat cross, as if someone had expressed disapproval of his behavior.

He knew that there was cat poop in this place, and the Black Mist believers would definitely abandon this place because they were in trouble.

Mason flexed his fingers and used the same trick to destroy the entire corridor one by one, without touching the door locks.

These rooms were all exactly the same, with such standard that it seemed like they were made on an assembly line, making one wonder if they were all produced by the same company. When he stepped into the corridor for the third time, piles of "crosses" were placed at the door, conveying a clear sign of disapproval.

The boss behind me wouldn’t be someone with obsessive compulsive disorder, would he?

He couldn't help but roll his eyes at this and found the answer to how to break the loop.

Everything was already traceable when he came in. The portal has the characteristics of a door, so it can only parasitize on the door.

This corridor has been fixed into a loop, and all the passages are illusions. The reason why the portal chose to parasitize the door from which it came is because it is the only one that can lead to other places.

The young man stirred his consciousness and called for the portal. Black mist lingered along a certain door, and the respectful voice of the pollutant came out from it.

"It's my pleasure to help you——"

"You can go back now."

Mason identified the target, swung the dagger around his fingertips, and stabbed it towards the door lock. Dazzling sparks burst out, and the continuous alarms were sharp and piercing. The monster statue standing in the corridor let out a roar, and the insect wings behind it stretched out, shaking off the rustling rubble.

The entire corridor suddenly woke up to the alarm. Dozens of monster statues twisted their heads in unison, and their lifelike eyes glowed red. Before they flew off the base, the young man kicked open the door in front of him, revealing the mirror-like corridor inside. He closed the door with his backhand, and the series of actions fully demonstrated his excellent psychological quality.

"Pah..."

Following the small sticky sound, Mason raised his eyebrows and noticed that he stepped on a slightly wet liquid. The door behind him had returned to normal, the electronic door lock was intact, and the stone statues in the corridor were silent, as if everything just now was his illusion.

This is a chain of rings. The outside is an illusion, and if you want to reach the truth, you must find a passage. If you make any mistakes during the experiment, you will be torn to pieces by the stone statues.

Mason called the portal again, and followed the induction with the door to find the entrance on the east side. This time the portal learned its lesson and disappeared immediately before he could speak. Mason unlocked it and went in. As he went deeper and deeper, the corridor in front of him became more and more gloomy and terrifying.

The mucus secreted by the insects accumulated on the ground, barely covering the heels of the shoes. Various dried silk webs and insect carcasses were hung randomly on the walls, and the door panels were rusty, with congealed blood stains visible from time to time.

"There was a battle here, between bugs and humans. Humans had the upper hand."

Although there were many bugs, there was very little human blood. The Black Mist believers obviously had complete preventive measures and immediately adopted the correct method of handling when chaos occurred.

But this was only a temporary solution. After they dealt with the insect rampage, another incident occurred, which forced them to retreat.

Mason stopped in front of the last door. The door in front of him was stained with blood, and there were deep scratches on the surface where human fingernails had dug into it. Just by looking at these marks, one could realize how terrified the person who left them was.

"This should be the energy hub behind this."

Mason made a judgment. He didn't believe that the Black Mist followers, who had not even a piece of paper left, would leave the energy hub behind to support the operation of the entire underground base. There must have been something abnormal in the energy area, which made the Black Mist followers choose to give up dealing with it.

The door was unlocked, and he reached out and slid it open, revealing a passage leading down.

The walls on both sides were deliberately made very narrow, and the white light shone on the tall and narrow stairs, making the area below look like a steep cliff.

Mason's eyes fell on the wet slime accumulated on the countertop. It shone brightly under the light, and it took careful observation to reveal that it was covered with a layer of reflective scale powder.

The young man drew out his gun, loaded it with special bullets, and stepped onto the stairs. The door behind him closed automatically with a heavy bang.

After this, the air in the stairwell became noticeably heavier. If it was like standing in clear water outside, it was now like a mass of gel.

The sound of water accumulated with each step. Mason slowly walked down the stairs, and a sticky crawling sound came from below.

There were many sophisticated machines in the basement, the most eye-catching of which was a tall column with yellow liquid in the center. Based on what he had learned during this period, Mason recognized that it was a commonly used energy liquid. There were many pipes extending from the bottom of the column, transporting the liquid to other instruments to keep the entire base running.

In the middle of the many instruments lay a giant worm, most of its body had been integrated into the instruments, and the lingering black mist was looming. Electric sparks were beating inside its translucent body, sizzling with every breath.

Normally, this amount of energy liquid would only be enough to support the use of these devices for a week. But with the help of the worms, they operated at an extraordinary efficiency. According to Mason's speculation, they could be used for at least another half a month.

A huge gray moth hung upside down on its head. The latter folded its wings, and the patterns of different shades formed symmetrical human faces, giving people an experience of viewing pleasure for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Mason even saw that some of the human faces were moving their eyeballs - even the angles of rotation were exactly the same.

Every once in a while, the moth will extend its mouthparts to absorb the mucus secreted by the worm, and then emit more scale powder to strengthen its control over the space and reduce the worm's consumption, thus forming a good circulation system.

No wonder the Black Mist followers would abandon the base they had worked so hard to build.

There's more than one monster out of control!

Their aura is not as strong as the queen worms Mason had killed before, but it is not far behind. The worms absorb energy to support the base's operation and feed the moths. The latter use this to control the illusion and turn the base into a nest to protect them.

The intruders obviously startled the two monsters. They all looked towards the stairs. The moth flapped its wings, spreading countless fine scales. Mason was not afraid at all, and his eyes were full of eagerness to try.

He didn't even use his blood-enhanced weapon, he raised his gun high, aimed at the moth in the sky and fired three shots in a row. The special bullets took the initiative and hit the moth's wings heavily.

The next second, flames exploded!

The moth screamed invisibly, and even in the middle of the fight, Mason felt his consciousness suddenly dim, as if he would fall into a dream in the next second. If an ordinary person were here, he would probably not feel anything even if his head was cut off.

Mind control abilities are a problem.

He bit the tip of his tongue, using the pain to quickly regain consciousness, and pulled out a knife from his waist. It was narrower and longer, and this structure was not suitable for fighting. It was easy to get stuck in the bone joints or break. But when it was unsheathed, the air rang with the sound of deboning and chopping meat, and the whole knife was buzzing and trembling in Mason's palm, eager to be bathed in blood.

[Class C contaminant, boning knife. ]

This knife once belonged to a butcher, and he killed many animals with him. When the butcher was contaminated by the black mist, the knife also became a pollutant, and it killed many humans with its owner. Later, it was seized by Yaan, but due to the side effects, it was put aside until Mason found it.

This knife is very sharp and is especially good at dissecting. Every time it is unsheathed, it must dissect a living person, otherwise it will kill its owner.

Now is the time to use it. The young man leaped forward and stabbed the moth with the tip of the knife. The seemingly huge moth was extremely agile and dodged his attack like a flying bird. The thick powder covered his face, and a wave of dizziness surged up. Mason almost lost control of his direction, and his body was stiff for a moment.

A sudden alarm struck his mind, and a strong electric current rose from below, directly blasting the young man into the wall. The worm's mouthparts opened from the inside to the outside, revealing countless tiny teeth. The energy-gathering mouth cannon hit the target, but it did not achieve the desired effect. The two insects stopped where they were, looking at the human trapped in the wall with some confusion.

There were people who came to surround them before, but they were unable to break through the moth's maze. Even if there were a few lucky ones who could break through the layers of mazes, they would fall into a coma in the intoxicating scale powder and eventually be digested by the worms.

Not to mention that the worms provided sufficient energy and had strong frontal offensive capabilities. According to its output just now, the young man should have been cooked. But the young man on the wall just moved and pulled himself out of the wall.

This fatal blow hit him, and dense illusory patterns appeared on his black coat. If there were an expert in making equipment, he would immediately recognize that this was actually a piece of armor that combined many effects.

Shock absorption, protection, strength, damage reduction...

The basic effects are not to be mentioned, and the price is also very attractive. There are only two in the whole Earl's Mansion, one is in Ya'an, and the other was secretly taken away by him, and he has not dared to tell Rambo yet.

But it was really cool. When the attack hit him, the magic circle automatically unloaded the force, and the remaining part was not worth mentioning. Apart from making the young man's hair explode into a ball, it did not produce any effect at all.

If there was such a thing in the phantom spider's lair, he wouldn't have been so desperate that day.

Mason was satisfied after testing the effectiveness of his equipment. He ignored the boning knife that had already been released from his hand, and pulled out the dagger again to cut a line on his palm.

Blood soaked the blade, and this time the young man was even faster than before, appearing in front of the pollutant in the blink of an eye.

Precise, smooth, and neat. He stepped on the wall to gain leverage, and didn't even use firearms. He relied purely on speed and strength to cut off the moth's wings with one stroke!

“——!!”

With the monster's roar, the giant moth slammed heavily to the ground. When it was about to hit the instrument, the human who had already landed kicked it up again and kicked it against the wall at the entrance of the stairs, fearing that it would cause a fire explosion in the instrument below.

The followers of the Black Mist left nothing behind, and all they have left is money. This monster is not bad, take it back and transform it, and it will operate 100% efficiently.

Mason quickly calculated the price of the power device in his mind, and turned to look at the worm with an even more friendly look. The latter shuddered violently, like a rabbit being stared at, and withdrew its tentacles in fear.