Chapter 2081 I stopped eating and threw chopsticks. I drew my sword and looked around at a loss.
"I didn't expect that only ten days had passed, but Sister Christine had become stronger before Master Boom. I don't know what dark spells I had learned. I will have time to discuss with my sister in the future."
"But I can't do that now. After all, in addition to Sister Christine, Master Boom is also on a training journey. If I interrupt rashly, I will probably be beaten by Master Rikka again."
The first floor of the necropolis, Philecht Nalantis, is the dead zone of the cemetery. This is the first line of defense for the entire necropolis, Philecht Nalantis. In other words, if there is an intruder, this giant
The killing array can give Boom Isshin's seven people a moment of reaction time.
After all, with the defensive capabilities of the necropolis Philecht Nalantis, a real intruder would probably be able to easily pass through the first-level killing array.
In the dead zone of the cemetery, there are space summoning arrays and alchemy arrays made of meteorite buried underground, and they are also fused with half of Gloria's blood power. Whenever an enemy steps into it, countless enemies will be defeated.
A blood cloak at the level of an ancient ferocious beast will tear it into pieces.
However, everyone also knows that the guy who can break into the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis will be trapped in the dead zone of the cemetery. In this world, the ancient beasts are the top existences, but in
In Gloria's eyes, he is no different from an ant.
I saw Hastur moving through the dead realm of the cemetery like a ghost. Wherever he passed, countless blood beasts were prostrate on the ground, looking respectful.
This is a routine inspection that he conducts once a month. After all, compared to other companions, he is better at this kind of task that tests his keen insight.
In other words, as Hastur, who has been following Christine for more than five hundred years, he is already well versed in the world, but he is a companion that Boom can trust.
Moreover, as a top assassin, Hastur's greatest advantage is not to fight the intruder head-on, but to convey the intruder's news to the upper six levels of space.
In other words, as long as the six companions can detect the enemy's attack as early as possible, there will be no chance that the opponent will continue to misbehave in the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis.
Although there is no soul contract between Hastur and Christine, the two have been together for more than five hundred years, but they have developed an inexplicable spiritual connection, or it can be said that the two have already been connected.<
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Therefore, Hastur accurately sensed that Christine had made another breakthrough after staying for ten days, sensing that the other party had truly surpassed the level of the ancient beasts.
Two days have passed in a flash, and the dead zone of the cemetery is still so oppressive that it makes people breathless. This is because the concentration of the four basic psychic powers in this place is extremely high, and it is always in a turbid state.
However, Hastur, who had long been accustomed to this, calmly closed the Marauder's Map, then turned around and walked towards the other end of the dead zone in the cemetery.
After returning to his own space, Hastur's face instantly turned gloomy. After all, he knew that as an assassin, he was very limited in combat. If his companions continued to grow, he would one day become a hindrance.
The one.
This was hard for the always proud Hastur to accept, so after he returned to his residence, he took out a storage bag from his arms. It turned out to be hundreds of dragon crystals that he had accumulated over the past few decades.
pieces.
On the second floor of the necropolis Philecht Nalantis, there is a misty swamp. This space is always shrouded in poison, and there are thousands of large and small swamps. Except for him and Perseus, who often eats late-night snacks together,
Except for the creator Gloria, even the companions often stray into the quagmire.
Buried deep in the mire are two alchemy formations made of fine gold. One of them emits poisonous mist all the time, while the other absorbs the remaining spiritual power and transforms it into poisonous spiritual power. p>
However, Hastur lives a very comfortable life in the misty tidal flats. After all, he is a soul butterfly, and this is the most primitive living environment of a soul butterfly.
Soul butterflies do not feed on meat or fruits, but maintain the normal operation of their bodies by constantly devouring toxins and poisonous spiritual energy. After accumulating enough power, they can start their journey of evolution.
"Lord Boom and Sister Christine have both started their journey of cultivation, and with the dead zone of the first floor of the cemetery intact, it is estimated that no one is qualified to set foot in the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis.
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"After all, the main body of the necropolis, Philecht Nalandis, is located in the Flower Pavilion of Flowing Light City. If you really do that, you are seeking your own death."
"Sister is right. Only when you are strong can you have more things. I think I have accumulated enough strength in the past hundred years, and it is time to start my third journey of transformation."
Hastur's residence is not a stone house, a courtyard, or a tree house, but a giant tree hole. This is also the habit of the soul butterfly clan, and it is also Hastur's favorite place to live.
Male soul butterflies are born to drive the power of poisonous psychic energy, and are not afraid of any poisonous attack. Female soul butterflies are born to drive the power of nervous system psychic energy, and are not afraid of any neurological spell attacks. However, both male and female soul butterflies are also born with weak bodies. To be precise, they cannot withstand the force of a blow before they can transform into human form.
Therefore, the soul butterflies are all nervous guys. Whenever there is any disturbance, their first choice will be to flee far away to avoid being approached by the other party.
This kind of character trait will accompany the Soul Butterflies throughout their lives. For example, Alberto has always been careful to hide his own strength. For example, Hastur has long been qualified to start the third transformation journey, but it has been delayed until now. p>
And even now, Hastur is still hesitant. Being a member of the Soul Butterfly clan and choosing to be an assassin at the same time, this makes his character seem too cautious and even to a certain degree of morbidity.
In Hastur's eyes, if something is not 100% sure, then he will not start to do it. With such a cautious character, he has survived to this day. But if this character is put as the most important
During the first practice session, I felt a little timid.
Leaning outside the tree hole, staring at the crackling bonfire, Hastur fell into deep thought. On the one hand, he really wanted to complete the damn third transformation journey and transform into a real ancient beast. But on the other hand, he really wanted to complete the damn third transformation journey and transform into a real ancient beast. But on the other hand,
On the other hand, he is also worried that he will fail in the end. You must know that once the relic fails to complete the third journey of transformation, its strength will also stop.
Hastur doesn't care how he is misunderstood, let alone the rumors in the world. The only thing he cares about is sister Christine, and he doesn't want her to show any disappointment.
"Go ahead and send the news that I plan to start my third journey of transformation to the third floor of the necropolis, Feilhet Nalantis, in the Forest of Xiofeng."
"If I fail to get what I want, I will naturally leave. Then I will have to worry about Brother Perseus guarding the bottom space from now on."
In the end, Hastur took a deep breath and decided to start the third journey of transformation. After all, it would be useless to remain stagnant, so he might as well give it a try.
Then, a worm as long as a baby's index finger emerged from the swamp. The little thing nodded to Hastur very intelligently, and then quickly climbed into the sea of fog and disappeared.
As a member of the soul butterfly clan, Hastur can naturally use poison at will for his own use. And he only informed Perseus of his plan because he did not want to bear too much pressure and did not want to be criticized by his companions.