While there was a fierce fight outside, Xu Shuo was drinking grape juice and watching the show.
So far, this scene has been expected.
The only thing Xu Shuo didn't expect was that he signed a soul contract with Qilis and handed over his body and mind to Armand Detonator of Prague Castle.
When he was investigating empty characters that might be corroded by the abyss, he naturally did not let Armand Ray go, but the other party's power came from Qilis, and the two had an inseparable soul contract.
So Xu Shuo could know Armand Ray's status with a little thought.
Well, no problem.
That "hunter" was indeed his mistake.
Because according to the example of "Five Star Hotel", after the empty character loses the guidance of the player, during the period of script interpretation, the character will follow the procedures according to the rules set before in the script space.
Perhaps it will not be until the players exit this subspace that the abyss will take the opportunity to erupt and swallow up the bait thrown out by the subspace!
In short, the incubation period is very long.
It's not impossible to find out.
After all, the abyss is an abyss. Even if it is a shell on the outside, as long as the disguise is torn off, the aura of madness and violence will be invisible!
And then strangle it in its infancy while it is still subject to the rules of the script's performance period!
However, he didn't expect Armand Ray to discover the hunter's anomaly before he did.
Moreover, this butler was particularly thoughtful. Perhaps he realized that he wanted to replace the contracted soul, so he acted first. He actually absorbed the power of the abyss!
Xu Shuo has to say that this move is wonderful!
No wonder Butler Armand Ray has the confidence to overthrow Qilisi's control and directly become the master.
However, the power of the abyss is not something that can be controlled easily. It is a twisted, chaotic, and completely disordered thing.
It not only confuses the objects it comes into contact with, but more terrifyingly, it affects people's thinking and rationality, directly changing your cognition!
Xu Shuo held his chin up and stared at the scene outside the palace in various ways.
Faced with the endless tricks of the three players, Butler Armand Ray has directly let himself go and been eroded by the abyss.
Countless weird tentacles stretched out from his body, and flesh-like tumors were stirring in his skin. The butler's originally dignified and elegant posture was extremely distorted at this moment. At a glance, he looked like an extremely ugly monster!
And behind him is the rich darkness of the abyss, with countless evil spirits biting and howling in the darkness!
Therefore, even if Armand Ray the Butler finally defeats the players, in his current state, it is estimated that his sanity will not last long.
But one thing can be confirmed - Butler Armand Ray should have been a player before.
After all, this script is quite special.
In order to successfully extract the high-level shifting elements, a living "director" first needs to subdue or directly eliminate the shifting elements inside. Therefore, the Night Witch should have also gone through this process.
When facing outsiders, the Night Witch usually drains their flesh, blood, and souls and uses them.
Therefore, in the entire subspace script, there should be no other existence except Qilis, a self-aware soul.
In the end, the only ones who can enter this world are the players.
Therefore, the target of the contract soul can only be the player!
Xu Shuo was not sure how the steward Armand Ray was retained in the first place. Anyway, in Qilisi’s memory, after she bewitched Armand Ray and made a contract, there was one more member of the Prague Castle~
Subspace is equivalent to reincarnation. After a script is performed, the scene props and NPCs in it are restored to factory settings and continue to be used.
When Xu Shuo searched his memory, he discovered that before Butler Armand Ray appeared, there was actually another butler in Prague Castle.
Based on the characteristics of this subspace, it is basically possible to guess the identity of the previous generation of stewards.
Unexpectedly, even though she has lost her memory, Qilisi still insists on her habit of changing housekeepers every time she plays a script. Apart from her deep love for Green Knight, she really likes the new and hates the old.
Xu Shuo: "..." His mind suddenly jumped.
But obviously Butler Armand Ray is not a traditional bewitched person.
Qilisi is too lazy to take care of the castle by herself, but the soul contract is quite tiring, so when a new butler appears, in order to save effort, the old butler will be thrown into the blood pool without hesitation and become the nourishment of Prague Castle.
Thinking about it this way, it is quite understandable that Armand Ray butler rebelled.
He is much braver than the previous butlers!
Although if it hadn't been for the appearance of the abyss, he probably wouldn't have been able to find a way to block the soul contract.
And the reason why the abyss appears...
Xu Shuo thought of this and stopped his active thinking in time.
If the abyss appears, what does it have to do with him?
It’s all the fault of Hot Chicken Script Space!
…
Seeing the battle outside becoming increasingly fierce, Xu Shuo stood up from the seat where he was restrained. The dark red dress on his body instantly changed into a short dress with white top and black below.
The girl's face has not changed much, but it is a little less gorgeous and delicate, and a little more fragile and beautiful.
Qiuzi should be considered a Xiaojiabiyu type, somewhere between innocence and maturity. Her eyebrows may occasionally look stunning, but she is not as aggressive as Qilisi.
Xu Shuo's figure disappeared into the darkness, but came out quickly after a while.
Xu Shuo: "..." The darkness of the abyss with monsters dormant, and the darkness of the abyss without monsters, seem to be two different flavors.
He felt as if he was getting more and more disgusted with sneaking into the darkness of the abyss. It was filled with chaotic elements, intertwined violence and depravity, which was particularly disgusting.
Forget it, let's just control it remotely.
…
So, on the corridor outside the tower palace.
When the overwhelming darkness was about to drown the traveling poet, the darkness seemed to be half restrained by something, suddenly stopped, and began to fluctuate strangely and violently.
The ferocious Armand Ray was destined to win, but at this moment, he looked a little stunned.
what happened?
Why is his power out of control?!
Upon seeing this, the traveling poet seized the opportunity and quickly evacuated, retreating dozens of meters to the entrance of the corridor stairs.
He shook the handle, and suddenly a pool of sticky black substance fell from his body and fell to the ground with a clatter, which looked very disgusting.
"What happened to him?" The archaeologist looked puzzled at Armand Ray, who was struggling not far away.
The current housekeeper can barely discern his personal shape and appearance.
"The power of the abyss is not controllable. I guess he won't be able to control it for too long. You see, none of the monsters have been summoned." The traveling poet said calmly and glanced at the movement on the surrounding walls.
Fortunately, the monster behind the dark film just serves as a terrifying background, and there are no signs of breaking free and crawling out yet.
Otherwise it would be a catastrophe!
The archaeologist still had a bad look on his face: "She has basically lost her fighting ability now. My attacks will not work on that guy. You'd better think of something."
The girl she was talking about earlier was the female student. An Lin was so weak that she couldn't get up.
When the traveling poet heard this, he suddenly looked at the archaeologist seriously and said, "There is something wrong with your cultivation method for that explosion. Why is it all about accumulating the impact force on the surface instead of cultivating the degree of damage?"
Archaeologist: "..." You're still starting the class right now, right?!
"How about we go to hell to study together?"
"..."
Finally, under the archaeologist's gritted teeth glare, the traveling poet turned away his eyes and placed his eyes on the epee in his hand.