Chapter 792 Sain's Decompression Center



Chapter 792 Sain's Decompression Center

"The Soul-Sucking Demon Above"

Standing amidst the horrific scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Caius, covered in blood, muttered to himself.

"XX above" is a phrase often uttered by religious believers, who can freely change the "XX" according to their own beliefs.

After joining the army of the Church of the Holy Light, Caius gradually adopted "Holy Light above" as his primary phrase due to his exposure to it and his need to fit in. However, he mostly kept it in his mind and rarely uttered it aloud.

And now, feeling an unparalleled sense of exhilaration from the killing, as if releasing all the pent-up pressure within him, he sincerely said:

"The Soul-Sucking Demon is above."

Why a Soul Eater? Why not a higher-ranking one like the Four Kings of Londo or even Manus?

Since Gong Qiying hadn't specifically told him about those people, Caius knew nothing about it and could only simply and crudely replace the object above with the Soul Eater.

It was a very simple and unpretentious act, but it also reflected his current feeling—unparalleled joy and exhilaration!

His profession can at least be considered that of a brave person.

Even though he is now participating in this war as a mercenary for the Church of Holy Light, his identity as a hero makes him unconsciously suppress his strength in battle, unable to go all out against the human soldiers in front of him, except when fighting Hervi.

It is well known that prolonged suppression can cause brain problems. Even if it doesn't reach that level of serious brain damage, one will still feel uneasy and uncomfortable, and the accumulated pressure will be unbearable.

Now, through the carnage in the world of painting, Caius fiercely swept away all the negative emotions that had accumulated in his heart.

This feeling was so pleasant to him that he was about to show an expression he never usually showed.

The entire world of this painting is all about mowing down enemies without restraint. Most adventurers can't experience this kind of exhilaration in the Sien Dungeon. After all, here, there's no sense of accomplishment in defeating monsters that adventurers can mow down without restraint. And those monsters that are so weak that they can be mowed down by adventurers are almost impossible to defeat.

More importantly, those dark thoughts that you can't usually express to others can be freely used here.

As for the rewards

Caius glanced at the white specks scattered around him that hadn't been picked up yet, picked one up at random and examined it. They were plant materials used to make props, and the rest were mostly various small props.

It's better than nothing, but the mental energy it provides is quite considerable for ordinary people. For a hero, it's just a drop in the ocean.

This is a place I can come to often.

This thought crossed Caius's mind.

It's not just "can", it's "definitely" you should come often!

Although it takes time, consumes energy, and delays church missions, the sheer pleasure of experiencing it makes it all feel incredibly worthwhile.

Just like in the world of Miyazaki, some people become obsessed with spending money to smash things in stress-relieving halls, the time and mental energy spent is the "money" that Caius spends to enter this world of painting.

What Gong Qiying did was to subtly give him a push from behind, guiding him to like this feeling, or at least not to hate it.

That's right, Gong Qiying didn't immediately try to brainwash Caius with powerful hypnotic magic.

Facing a world-class combat power like a hero, he always felt he had to be cautious, so he withdrew the high-intensity hypnotic magic he used on ordinary people and replaced it with a minimal form of guidance that blended into the environment.

This makes it difficult for Caius to reject the place, and because it doesn't involve malice, it's hard to detect.

It seems that the method has succeeded, but if we want to get the other party to completely abandon the Holy Light and switch to Sion, we will probably need to do it a few more times.

It's only a few times; Saine has plenty of time to wait.

Caius waved his hand, and after receiving the Mage's Hand amplified by Anlessie, he picked up all the light spots on the ground and put them in his pocket. The large amount of souls on his body was the greatest gain of this trip for him, because Luluwo's ​​notes said that to obtain the Spellfire and Spells, one needed to spend souls, the currency unique to the Sien Dungeon.

Even he himself didn't realize that his gaze as he looked at this space was somewhat gentle, as if he were looking at something he really liked.

Holy light above, this place is wonderful.

Without realizing it, his mantra in his mind changed to "Holy Light above" again. This transformation was so smooth that he himself seemed not to feel it at all.

This place could serve as a training ground for soldiers, perhaps even helping them develop the mindset needed to face a large army alone.

As he pondered this in his mind, his figure gradually became illusory, and he was eventually driven out of the world of painting.

After all, the conditions for passing the mission have been met.

Outside the painted world, the Holy Light soldiers were still circling around it, discussing whether they should leave or continue guarding it. What if Caius didn't come out for a long time? Wouldn't they have wasted their time?

Just when everyone was inclined to leave, a flash of light appeared, and Caius returned, his body soaked in blood, his armor transformed back into the standard armor of the Church of Holy Light.

"Lord Caius! It's so good to see you safe and sound!"

"What happened to all this blood? I'll clean it for you right away!"

The soldiers exclaimed in surprise. How long had the other side been in the painting world? They came out so quickly. Could they be challenging the world record for the shortest completion time in the painting world?

But then I thought, this is a hero! Isn't it only natural that a hero can do this?

So everyone felt relieved.

"It's back to normal again," Caius said, glancing down at his pristine white armor, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

However, if I came out wearing that Soul-Sucking Ghost outfit, I'd probably scare everyone.

"Lord Caius, may I ask, have you found anything here?" The soldiers looked at him curiously, eager to know what treasures were in this painted world, but they all tacitly stayed away from the paintings on the ground, determined not to touch them.

Caius thought for a moment and said:

"Ordinary material rewards and good mental training."

"good!?"

The soldiers' eyes widened when they heard the word, and they couldn't help but smile. They looked at the painting with the same caress they had shown before, as if it were a treasure.

"Lord Caius rarely gives anything a positive evaluation, this must be a treasure!"

The soldiers were all excited, their eyes gleaming with barely concealed greed.

But since Caius had not spoken, no one dared to act rashly.

"Keep it safe."

With those words, Caius's meaning was clear—continue the quest.

Seeing the somewhat disappointed looks on the soldiers' faces, he took out all the treasures he had gained in the world of painting and scattered them among them. The soldiers immediately beamed and began to scramble for them, showing him even more respect.

This little episode in the world of painting passed just like that, but the impact it had was clearly evident.

Walking behind Caius, the soldiers' eyes shifted from initial delight at finding a bunch of gadgets for free to confusion, then to astonishment, and finally to fear. They whispered among themselves:

"Has Lord Caius's soul been replaced? Is it really him?"

"Am I seeing things? Am I playing tricks on me? Why is he here?"

"Why is he walking with such a brisk pace?!"

Although the difference appears very small to the naked eye, Caius no longer walks with his usual extremely steady gait; instead, his current gait carries a surprisingly light and youthful feel.

It's like an office worker suddenly becoming young again, with no pressure in their heart and only happiness!

The soldiers were terrified by what they saw, but none of them dared to go up and ask questions, because they were still very afraid of this cold-blooded killer.

Facial paralysis may be awe-inspiring, but you get used to it. What's terrifying is when someone with facial paralysis suddenly starts smiling one day.

What exactly happened in the world of painting?

The questions surrounding the soldiers are enough to make a 30-episode documentary series on science.

The rest of the process is quite simple; just follow Luluwo's ​​notes step by step.

However, whether it was just their imagination or not, the soldiers felt that the path they were walking on seemed extremely dangerous. The monsters were all incredibly ferocious, the traps were all more insidious and difficult to deal with, and the walking time was incredibly long.

If it weren't for Caius being there, everyone would probably have died out of the Sien dungeon.

Even upon seeing the blacksmith Andrei, Luluvo wrote four large characters in her notebook:

Try beating him up.

What the hell? Why would someone encourage someone to beat up an innocent blacksmith?

Some quick-handed soldiers almost took action, but thankfully everyone turned to the next page in time.

[You absolutely must not hit him, or something terrible will happen.]

"."

Although there's no evidence, it feels like this guy is trying to mislead people by writing this.

Despite the many twists and turns along the way, everyone finally succeeded in obtaining the Spellfire, and each person also received one because of the huge number of souls Caius had previously obtained in the Painting World.

Then they headed towards the village of sickness mentioned in the records, but of course, they went in the opposite direction.

The moment Caius stepped into Blighttown, he amplified his senses to the maximum, wanting to find the special pyromancy mentor directly.

However, there was an unexpected gain.

Deep within the sick village, it seemed as if an exceptionally powerful being pierced through his senses, unleashing a raging inferno!

(End of this chapter)

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