Chapter 330 This is a trap!
“…A ghost?”
Looking at the piece of rag flying in the sky, the philosopher immediately guessed the other party's identity.
She looked across in astonishment.
As a Star Antimony noble and senior demon scholar, she is also very familiar with the Path of Twilight.
The group currently vying for influence with the demonologists is the alchemists, while the necromancers remain neutral. Maintaining neutrality means maintaining good relations with both sides. In this respect, the necromancers of Star Antimony are the perfect glue.
After all, the Path of Dusk emphasizes the principle of not moving if the enemy doesn't move, and not moving if the enemy moves recklessly—in short, if you can't move, then move. If possible, it's best to not see anyone, to continue your peaceful daily routine, and never make any changes.
Those who are not afraid of trouble will not be recognized by the Dusk Path.
It is precisely because of this characteristic that the extraordinary people who rely solely on the Twilight Path are simply unable to independently support a faction or rule a country.
Because no one here works, doesn't try hard, and doesn't want to take responsibility. If you run into trouble, there's no one to step up.
In contrast to this laziness, all transcendents of the Twilight Path possess extremely high utility. Necromancers can resurrect and transform the undead, while Preservators can solidify objects, buildings, and rituals. Therefore, to avoid being marginalized, transcendents of the Twilight Path have no choice but to join other factions. In Star Antimony, the two largest factions are Demonologists and Alchemists.
In this subordinate relationship, demonologists and alchemists will gradually understand the various abilities of the extraordinary people of the Twilight Path.
The philosopher was also surprised by this - because the ghost looked like a necromancer no matter how you looked at it. Whether it was his code name or his temperament, he exuded a cold, stiff and gloomy feeling.
——But this ability is not the ability of a necromancer at all.
This is the ability of the preservationist, [Life Preservation]!
By putting his physical body into a state of suspended animation, saving it in a safe portable dimension, and then manipulating the demonized substitute to act.
Due to a lack of materials, the traps set by the philosopher were mostly triggered by stepping on them or tripwires. However, the ghost just floated over, so none of the traps were triggered.
——And precisely because of this, the philosopher's previous ritual spell hadn't struck the robe at all. It simply floated upwards, clinging to the ceiling to avoid the attack.
What kind of fucking preservationist would name himself a ghost!
The philosopher almost wanted to curse.
But she only had one last ingredient. Even if she could destroy this substitute, she would still be unable to defeat the ghost when it revealed its true form.
So she just raised her hands: "I surrender, ghost. I am Alai, we can work together."
"—No, you're not Alai."
The ghost denied it sinisterly: "Alai is a woman, so she can only become a man in this ceremony."
Its voice was like a ghost, as if floating from an empty distance: "I'll give you one more chance, who are you?"
"Well, I'm a philosopher. I'm a wizard of the path of wisdom. I can solve all kinds of traps and puzzles. It won't hurt to bring me along."
The philosopher directly confessed his identity - mainly because he really had nothing to wear.
She gave a somewhat stiff smile, trying to be friendly. "Look, we're all alone. We haven't found our teammates yet... If only one of us escapes from here, it might trigger special rules and lead to failure. But if we escape together, we'll definitely survive."
That's what she had said to the Hatter before.
At this moment, the lines have hardly been changed, but she is confident that there should be no problem.
Because the other party didn't know how much magic power she had left, and also realized that she still had a ritual material on hand, if they fought with her in such a narrow place with no room to hide, both sides would suffer losses.
If everyone survived, even if they failed to complete enough tasks and failed to reach the finals, at least they wouldn't be severely punished. From another perspective, she had set a trap. If everyone couldn't escape the secret passage and complete the level, then the only one who escaped would lose due to the special rules.
Killing her is of no benefit, fighting her is risky, and even if you win, you might end up losing—
No matter how you think about it, her proposal is irresistible.
But the ghost just laughed and gave her an answer she had never expected: "What about the materials you are carrying? Who is he?
"The fact that he can use Bull's Fire means the material came from a man. And there's no woman among you three."
——What should I do? How should I respond?
Forge was dead, and Janet didn't know if it was the ghost's teammate. So should she say it was Alai's or the Hatter's body?
The philosopher was silent for a moment.
But the ghost didn't wait for the answer to this question: "It doesn't matter who it is. People on the path of wisdom are too treacherous. I can't distinguish your lies and conspiracies. So I won't listen to anything you say."
"Wait, wait, think about what I mean! I mean—"
"That's enough. I don't want to hear it."
The ghost replied coldly: "Shut up."
A dim yellow light ignited from the black robe.
The premonition of death rises in the philosopher's heart—
She immediately dove to the side, trying to avoid the pistol-like petrifying light.
She dodged, but not completely.
Although Zhe Ren dodged the direct hit of the petrifying light, a yellow light like a camera flash suddenly flashed by, and her movements suddenly became slow.
She floated in the air, moving step by step as if in slow motion.
——That’s the preserver’s slow technique!
When this spell is released, both eyes must be focused directly on the opponent's casting point for it to be effective.
But when...
"No, it's the preservationist's sequence technique—"
The philosopher was suddenly startled and stunned.
You're giving me the Sequence Technique now?!
A preservationist can save a spell of the highest power level they can cast in advance, automatically triggering it when a special condition is met. This allows the previous day's spell pool to be saved for the next day... and the triggering condition for this spell is obviously "when someone successfully dodges the petrifying ray."
Because to avoid the petrifying ray, you must concentrate and stare at the opponent to dodge, which will cause you to be slowed.
——Where do you get the mana to cast so many spells!
The philosopher felt despair.
At this moment, a young man's arm emerged from the cloak.
"That's really cute, girl," a frivolous male voice said, "but it's better not to hold something this dangerous."
To the philosopher's fear, the last ritual bag on her body was easily thrown away by that hand.
"I want to taste her, can I? She's so cute."
A man's voice sounded, as if asking for advice.
"Can't."
The ghost's cold voice rang out: "Control yourself, stupid woman. Also, hurry up, I can't stop her for long."
"Okay, okay..."
The man said with a smile, emerging from the tattered cloak. It was as if he had been wearing the cloak all along.
He had a handsome face like other blood slaves, naked with bulging muscles, short black hair, and a body full of vitality, without hiding his instincts and desires.
He grabbed Zhe Ren's neck and kissed her forehead affectionately in Zhe Ren's frightened eyes.
"Goodnight, darling. Too bad we're short on time right now."
He spoke gently, pinching Zhe Ren's right arm, which suddenly bulged an extremely abnormal muscle.
Countless tentacles made of blood suddenly shot out from his right arm and pierced into Zheren's whole body.
In pain and fear, the philosopher screamed shrilly. But the man just laughed heartily and lifted her up high by her neck.
He covered Zhe Ren's mouth with his other hand, and then his left hand also swelled out a large number of tentacles, directly submerging Zhe Ren's petite body.
When the tentacles dispersed, only a smooth skeleton was left scattered on the ground.
"——Yes, the blood pool has been replenished."
The man patted his belly cheerfully: "Do you want to capture her soul?"
"Stupid woman, this is part of the ritual. I can't catch it."
The ghost's voice was vague and unclear: "Come back as soon as you finish eating, I suddenly feel not very good..."
"Oh, I felt it too. There were two women's heartbeats, one healthy and one weak. They've been watching for a long time."
The man looked towards the shadows not far away and grinned confidently, "But I don't think there's any need to flee, Ghost. This is my home turf—I have an absolute advantage. They're not as strong as me."
"Are you... the Ban and the Stranger? Are you here to avenge your companions? Then you are really late."
"Feel sorry."
Aiwass's light voice came from the shadows: "You have the wrong person, Miss Janet."
Bayard's cold and arrogant face with glasses appeared immediately afterwards, causing the man's confident smile to freeze.
He felt his heart skip a beat.
Why is the Son of the Moon waiting behind the secret passage?
"—This is a trap! Run away!"
The ghost shouted sharply.
(End of this chapter)
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