Chapter 635 The Power of Petrification
The demigod-level lightning gradually dissipated, and a strange burnt smell filled the entire open space.
In Angel's dark vision that almost blinded him, the huge body of the Quetzalcoatl was no longer standing upright, but limply collapsed on its coiled tail. Black liquid slowly flowed out of its huge mouth that had originally spit out the snake core - it was the poisonous blood of the Quetzalcoatl that had been infected with the plague and had gradually taken effect, starting to destroy the organs in its body.
As for the thick wings on the snake's back that were spread out to the maximum angle, the white feathers were burned away by the scorching lightning, leaving only a skinny skeleton covering its curled-up snake body.
Caught between "disease" and "lightning storm", this demigod-level feathered serpent died just like that?
Angel was a little hesitant to confirm. She opened her spiritual vision and found that the faint glow on the huge body of the Quetzalcoatl was slowly condensing. The "zombies" around her that had been resurrected several times were also dying in a new round of disease. Then she approached cautiously, entered the unfinished palace foundation, and came to the Quetzalcoatl's corpse.
"It has no spiritual thread."
Klein, who had unleashed his demigod powers, put away the precious "Lemanno's Travel Notes," picked up the two copper whistles, followed Angel closely, and suddenly spoke.
Does this mean that this feathered serpent was originally dead and was reawakened by some force?
After hearing Klein's words, Angel began to analyze the battle that had just taken place.
She could sense the power of the "God of Death" within Quetzalcoatl. This induction, based on divine nature, was difficult to fake. Even if the other party wasn't a demigod, he must possess some demigod-level power, such as a magical item, Beyonder characteristics, or some kind of gift...
But judging from the course and results of the battle, this feathered serpent cannot be called a true demigod at all. Its attack method is rigid and stiff. Apart from using the breath of death it emits to resurrect the zombies around it and summon endless ghosts, it can only use its huge body to carry out "suppressing" attacks.
Of course, the advantage of size is its, or rather, the greatest reliance of all giant creatures. This was vividly demonstrated in Angel's battle with the "King of the North" in "Groselle's Travels". An ice dragon roughly equivalent to a Sequence 5 overwhelmed a group of Sequence 5 and Sequence 6 creatures. If it weren't for their tacit cooperation, let alone killing the opponent, I'm afraid the entire army might have been wiped out.
If that wasn't an ice dragon, but a tiger or lion, two Sequence 5s would have easily dealt with it...
And this feathered serpent is probably just a "lucky guy" who possesses a certain amount of demigod power but cannot fully control the power?
With this in mind, she continued to approach the feathered serpent's corpse, and casually put her hair, which had returned to its normal shape, behind her head. She was about to pull out the "Sword of Dawn" that had been stabbed into the other party and had been burned black by the lightning storm just now, but suddenly found that the scales on the huge snake's body, which were a little green in the black color and had many white feathers growing in the gaps, began to turn grayish white, like weathered stone slabs, quickly becoming rough, and cracks appeared on the edges.
"It seems it has indeed been dead for a long time. Perhaps these 'zombies' it controls are building a tomb for it? Is this some kind of resurrection method?"
Behind the two of them, Alger, who had just escaped danger by using Angel's mirror substitute, murmured and reached out to touch the feathered serpent's fragile scales, but stopped just before touching them.
The three of them just watched quietly as the feathered serpent's corpse quickly "died", its scales falling off and turning into ashes as they hit the ground. The flesh underneath had long since decayed and disappeared, and its spine, which had been interlocked together, lost its protection and scattered all over the ground, stacked together with the surrounding "zombies" it had once controlled, forming a strange scene like an open-air burial ground.
Among these corpses, apart from Angel's "Sword of Dawn", there was only a feather that emitted a pale luster in the spiritual vision. Unlike those white feathers that were stained with oil and looked dirty, it had a smooth surface and an elegant arc shape, just like an angel's wing.
Is it an extraordinary characteristic, or some kind of magical item that is the source of Quetzalcoatl's power?
Angel guessed, but did not touch it directly with his hands. Instead, he picked it up with an invisible silk thread. He looked at the two people beside him, and seeing that they had no objection, he put the feather into the bag he carried with him and sealed it with the spiritual wall.
——Wait until the battle is over before disposing of the spoils. This was the principle agreed upon by the three before the action.
After turning the "Sword of Dawn" that had been used as a projectile and successfully attracted lightning into a bone bracelet and wearing it, Angel could feel the fatigue quickly spreading from her body to her limbs. However, compared to before, the side effects of this "Knight Bracelet" could no longer have much impact on her, and the duration would be greatly shortened. She would probably be able to fully recover in less than half an hour.
Just as the various Beyonder abilities of the mid-sequence are difficult to take effect on the high-sequence ones, the negative effects of magical items will also be greatly reduced on me... She pondered, her eyes sweeping over the remains of the feathered serpent and the "zombies" of various races on the ground, and said:
"Keep going."
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After passing through the clearing that had returned to silence, the three continued walking along the same path as last time, heading deeper into the dense forest. This time, they did not hear the faint call of the wind chime trees. Perhaps it was because an old tree had died, and the other new tree had not yet grown into a supernatural creature that could actively hunt. Or perhaps they already had territories, and the other wind chime trees would stay away from here, so that their hunting ranges would not overlap with each other.
"There are easy-to-hunt creatures like the Blue Shadow Falcon here, as well as powerful demigod-level extraordinary creatures. However, I've never seen them take the initiative to attack. They just stay in their own territories..."
Alger was still walking in the front, but he was much more cautious than before. He held the lantern in one hand and the "magic pocket watch" in the other, ready to press the crown at any time to gain the power of the paper man substitute.
His low voice drifted behind him on the wind, reaching the ears of Angel and Klein.
"The battle just now was quite noisy. The other creatures nearby must have fled. While this will reduce the benefits of our expedition, it will also make the journey to the ruins in the center of the island much smoother."
As they spoke, the three of them had already reached the edge of the dense forest, to the area covered with thick spider webs and where hunting black spiders were lying in ambush in the treetops.
Compared to the last time he came, there were many more remains of creatures inside the spider web, including human and various animal remains. Their common feature was that they had lost all flesh and bones, leaving only dry bones with fur or clothes hanging on them, scattered among the spider webs, like danger signs to remind those who come later.
"The spiders are gone."
Klein squinted his eyes and observed for a while before speaking.
Through the vision of the spiritual thread, he can spot the figures of spiders hidden behind the treetops and under the spider webs. This distance was only 100 meters when he was first promoted to "Master of Secret Puppetry", but through gradually digesting the potion and summarizing the rules of role-playing, Klein, who can skillfully use his abilities, can now detect creatures within 300 meters.
Of course, the demigod feathered serpent hiding underground just now doesn't count, otherwise I would have told them to run away together... He laughed at himself in his heart, and scanned the area again to make sure there were no living things in the spider web.
"It seems the battle just now scared them all away, and even made them leave their own territory. That feathered serpent must have caused a lot of trouble for its 'neighbors'."
Alger sneered, mocking the feathered serpent that had almost crushed him into a meat pie, and then continued to walk forward.
This time, they simply didn't go around in circles among the spider webs. Instead, Angel and Klein each summoned flames to burn through the curtain-like spider webs that blocked their way, carving out a straight path.
When the black spiders returned to their territory, they found that their cozy home had been burned down by three uninvited guests, who had already left the island.
I wonder if this kind of damage can help digest the "despair" potion... As soon as this evil thought emerged in Angel's mind, he felt his skin tighten, his hairs stood on end, and his spirit also gave him a crazy reminder of danger.
This level of alertness had occurred less than five times in her nearly one-year career as a Beyonder, and each time it meant facing an extremely powerful enemy.
Another sneak attack from a "demigod"? Or perhaps he had stepped into some extremely dangerous trap?
At this moment, Angel's brain was working faster than ever. Her eyes swept across the slowly burning spider web, across the grass in the shadows, and stopped on a grayish-white stone.
No, that's not a stone!
Beneath the gray-white object, which was about the same size as a person, a base composed of several slender roots of the same color was faintly visible. On the other side of the stone, away from the three people, smaller stones were inlaid on it, like protruding eyeballs.
It was a "Hunting Black Spider", an extraordinary creature turned to stone!
The spiders that made this forest their home were not scared away by the battle between the three men and the feathered serpent, but they had all died, all transformed into lifeless, spiritless stones that were unable to sense the lines of spirit!
And the spider web has become the hunting ground of that deadly hunter.
Because of the difference in sequence, Klein and Alger beside her could only then feel the deadly shadow looming over their heads like a physical entity. The thin moonlight before them made everything blurry and indistinct, as if covered by frosted glass.
Their hands and feet were frozen in place, starting from the fingertips, turning gray little by little, losing the luster of their skin. Under the crimson moonlight, they turned into lifeless stones like the "hunting black spider".
Witnessing this, Klein reacted immediately. The "creeping hunger" in his left hand turned transparent, and his right hand attempted to grab Alger on the other side. However, their feet, which were closer to the ground, had petrified to the knees, making it impossible for them to take a single step, let alone allow their bodies to touch and "teleport" away together.
Bang--
There was a sharp sound, and a black flame ignited on the other side of the spider web, away from the dense forest. It was less than 30 meters away from the three people and was only the size of a finger. But it instantly illuminated the eyes of Klein and Alger like a ray of hope.
Without hesitation, Klein gave up on "teleporting." His partially petrified body was enveloped in bright yellow flames, and he suddenly appeared next to the black flames. At the same time, he looked toward another patch of withered yellow grass farther away. His grayish-white, unbendable fingers trembled slightly, and another flame ignited there.
Two consecutive crisp explosions of flames were heard, and Angel and Alger flashed through the flames and came to Klein's side. The former used the ability of the "Hypocrisy" ring, and the latter slammed the hand holding the "Magic Pocket Watch" directly to his waist, using the impact to press the crown, and temporarily gained some abilities belonging to the "Magician".
It was like three magicians performing a show together... Klein's mind, clouded by a sense of crisis, barely allowed himself to wander off, and he immediately leaped to a flame farther away. His "Puppet Master"-level flame jumps could reach a range of 100 meters, but to accommodate the "Hanged Man" who was only at the "Magician" level, he only ignited the flames within 30 meters each time. Even so, the tacit cooperation of the three allowed them to quickly escape from the spider-web-covered forest and leap continuously to the vicinity of an ancient relic.
After passing an invisible boundary, Angel felt that the danger warning sent by her spirit disappeared instantly. She subconsciously looked back and saw that the forest, which was dyed grayish white by spider webs and many stones, was hundreds of meters away. She did not find any suspicious targets in it. Instead, it was as quiet as when they first entered, as if it was dead.
"What... is that?"
Alger asked hesitantly. His face was so pale that Angel almost thought the "petrification" had spread to the area above his neck. He tightly grasped the pocket watch that saved his life in his hand. The gray that had spread to his elbow was fading away bit by bit, and his fingertips were gradually returning to their rosy red.
"Some creature stronger than the Quetzalcoatl, possessing the ability to petrify... It's likely underground. Our feet are petrified faster than our hands."
Klein replied, shaking his stiff legs as he pressed the hat on his head. He was surprised to find that this inanimate object had also been affected by the "petrification". The brim of the hat had become hard, no longer as soft as silk.
"It's the 'Witch'..." Angel thought for a moment and said, "Or rather, it's a high-level extraordinary creature that originated from the 'Witch' path. It just subconsciously releases its own abilities, which is enough to petrify and kill all living things in that area."
As a Sequence 4, she wasn't immediately affected by the "petrification" like the other two, but while in that area, she could still feel her limbs becoming stiff and her thoughts almost frozen, as if her entire body didn't belong to her.
Most importantly, this feeling reminded her of the aura of destruction she felt when she used the "Disaster" spell. Although the two manifestations were completely different, in the final analysis, they were both some form of "destruction", the external manifestation of some kind of "decline".
At least she was "immortal", or perhaps even a step closer, reaching the level of a "disaster" witch... She made the judgment with some fear.
"Fortunately, it seems no supernatural creatures dare to approach this ruin. Otherwise, if the guy who just caused the 'petrification' follows us, we'll probably have no choice but to use 'teleport' to escape immediately, and we might not even be able to escape."
Klein spoke calmly, but his furrowed brows still revealed his uneasy mood.
The other two nodded in agreement and looked at the ruins that had saved them.
Among the collapsed stone pillars, hollow walls and buildings that still reveal a hint of Quaternary style, a magnificent building with its main body still intact stands in the most conspicuous position.
"That is our target today. It may contain ancient relics as valuable as the Card of Blasphemy."
Alger pointed forward and spoke with a slightly excited tone.
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