quicksilver blood

Chapter 157 Death Hotel

"Give him another drink! Count it on me!"

"Did you know Mary, my husband yesterday..."

"Have you heard, the mayor seems to be going to incinerate the plant..."

Before Roland and the others reached the door, they heard a burst of noise overflowing from the door of the Gargoyle Inn.

"……what happened?"

Robert frowned, and the right hand of the door he just touched was immediately fixed in the air.

The hustle and bustle here is so normal, it's like an ordinary hotel.

He even smelled alcohol, ashes and vomit.

These disgusting smells overflowed from the crack of the door.

Robert originally liked the unique feeling of the tavern, but the slightly sour taste at this moment only made him more upset.

... This city shouldn't be like this.

The inexplicable sense of dislocation made Robert feel a chill.

He hesitated, and couldn't help venting his confidence.The right hand that was going to push the door open also curled up, and knocked lightly on the door twice.

Immediately, the building, which was more like a tavern than a hotel, fell silent for a moment.

Immediately, the crisp sound of wine glasses clinking broke the silence.

Suddenly, all kinds of cheers came from inside. The rough voice of a mountain dweller overwhelmed all the voices, resounding in the ears of Roland and the others:

"—Guests who came from afar!"

The building itself was full of abnormalities, so the abnormal level of enthusiasm of the "guests" inside not only did not dispel the tension of Roland and the others, but made them tighten their nerves even more.

Suddenly, the door of the hotel was opened from the inside.A stronger smell of alcohol slapped on the faces of Roland and the others along with the sudden loud noise, but the inside of the gate was still dark for some reason, without any light.

The shadow at the door of the hotel is like a huge mouth that chooses to eat someone, full of unknown deterrent power.

"--Hello?"

Robert tried to shout inside, but didn't get any response.

He thought it might be because it was too noisy inside and no one could hear him, so Robert repeated it in a higher voice, but only bursts of laughter came from him.

no doubt.

The existence behind this door is filled with a certain kind of malice - there is no doubt about it.

Immediately, Claudia's face turned slightly pale, An Ruosi pushed the non-existent glasses with a serious face, and Robert's expression became serious.

"An Ruosi, don't waste magic power to cast defensive witchcraft..." Roland whispered into An Ruosi's ear, "I will protect you... First, check the situation behind the door."

An Ruosi nodded nervously, and lowered his chanting voice as much as possible, the indistinct syllables were broken in his throat.

But just when one of the white runes in front of An Ruosi turned blue, all the runes shattered at the same time and turned into little pieces of debris.

"...It's a countermeasure against witchcraft!"

An Ruosi's face suddenly turned ugly.

Robert didn't say anything when he saw this. He just silently took out the ceremonial knife from his arms and lightly cut it on his left hand.

Immediately, thin bloodstains floated out from the palm.On the palm of his straight left hand, blood gushed out from the wound like a worm, forming miniature runes one by one near the wound.

However, it was similar to An Ruosi's situation - at the moment when the first rune was vaguely formed, the muscles near his wound twitched violently, and all of a sudden the rune that was almost formed in the palm of his hand was scattered up.

"Don't try it... save your magic power."

Roland sighed slightly, raised the stick sword slightly, spit out the sharp blade more than an inch, and the silver-gray holy flame hung on the tip of the blade like syrup, ready to go.

In fact, even Roland didn't know what was going on in the hotel.

There is not only one copy of this "cursed hotel", but a trial-type temporary copy.

To be precise, this is the effect of a large-scale witchcraft of the Waste Bureau.

This witchcraft is called "Old City", and its specific effect is to restore a destroyed building in a way similar to physical illusion, and then repeat the scene before it was destroyed.If they haven't escaped here or destroyed all the nodes before the end of the reenacted scene, everyone in the building will be annihilated into the void together with the illusion.

Only after the professional has awakened the origin and obtained the rare characteristic of "Void Resistance", can he be exempted from this instant death effect, otherwise the death rate will be greater than [-]%.

This was originally one of the final defense techniques of the inner circle of the white tower.However, at the urging of the drunken director of the Waste Development Bureau, Ms. Anvilia stripped some of the spells from her spire and lent him to him.

After modification by that genius, this spell can even be turned into a group instant death witchcraft in a very short period of time or a long-lasting illusory barrier through subjective intervention.

In fact, Baiyuan City in the south of the White Tower used this method to recreate the demolished fortress in an illusion.In case someone invades rashly, the Wizard of the White Tower can give them a hard blow as long as they give up this illusory fortress that may collapse at any time.

Roland had also downloaded a copy of the cursed hotel before.He is very clear that the difficulty of these dungeons depends entirely on the maliciousness of the caster.

After the director's modification, this spell is no longer a simple repetition of the existing destruction, and the caster can create new illusion effects to fill it in at any time according to his imagination.

And according to the consumption of magic power, some of these illusions are pure light and shadow effects, but some of them will bring people a real sense of touch just like real objects.

If you don't have enough experience, you will easily suffer a big loss from the trap of falsehood.

So Roland thought for a while, and said, "I'll go to the front. An Ruosi, you and me, and the others stand closer and take care of each other."

"Come on, you girl..."

Hearing what Roland said, Robert immediately objected.

"Don't make trouble!" Roland glared at him before he finished speaking, "I'm the only melee combatant of the perception system here, who else could it be if I didn't stand in the front when opening up wasteland?"

"That being said..."

Robert was still confused.

An Ruosi stood behind Roland obediently.

He had seen Roland's fighting power before - that kind of tyrannical fighting style wrapped in cold wind, he would never forget it for a long time.

"Hey! An Ruosi, you——"

Seeing this scene, Robert couldn't help but have a new understanding of An Ruosi's integrity.

"be quiet!"

Roland shouted in a low voice, and threw away the stick and sword casually, and the silver-gray flame rose ragingly, illuminating the road ahead like a torch.

"Stay behind me, keep talking, never leave the team no matter what happens—"

(End of this chapter)