Volume 6 Agate Chapter 547: The Rose Clan was frightened to death on the spot
"Then how do we get there?"
Ibrahimovic frowned.
Hugo looked thoughtful. He first asked the two to step back, then raised his staff, took a deep breath, and whispered a spell.
A turquoise light emerged from the front of the staff.
The dark red soil on the ground bulged up on its own and condensed into three masses of matter, which were a sparrow, an earthworm and a palm-sized human-shaped clay doll.
The mud sparrow spread its wings and flew, the earthworm burrowed into the ground, and the clay doll took a step , tiptoeing forward like a thief, trying to sneak through the cracks in the flesh and blood vines.
However, all these were in vain.
Suddenly, dozens of fine filaments shot out from the pistil of the rose that grew on the epidermis of the flesh vine. Like tendons, they tightly wrapped around the mud sparrow and the puppet and suddenly dragged them back.
The rose blossomed completely, revealing its true appearance.
Those layers of petals were actually scarlet tongues covered with barbs. Deep at the root of the tongue were circles of serrations. When they bit, the two mud objects were instantly crushed into pieces.
Hugo's expression became even more gloomy.
Chen Lun noticed his expression and guessed that the earthworms that had drilled through the ground might not have been spared.
"It seems difficult to pass through here without using the power of mythology..."
Ibrahimovic realized the seriousness of the matter and said softly.
He turned his head and looked at the gentleman in the black hat with his beautiful eyes.
"Your Majesty Jack, can you teleport us there?"
"I'm afraid not..."
Chen Lun shook his head slightly.
"Once I use my spatial ability to teleport in, I will be detected by these vines the next moment and immediately surrounded and attacked."
"Don't worry, try again."
Hugo said calmly to the two of them.
This time, he lightly tapped the staff in his hand again, and another clay doll condensed out, but its size was smaller than before, like an ant.
The old principal then cast several profound spells to conceal the shape and voice of the tiny clay doll.
"Scout."
"Silence."
"No breath."
“Blind spot.”
The little clay doll hid its body and ran forward, making no sound wherever it passed. Even with Chen Lun's [Five Senses], he could only detect extremely faint movements. If he was not clearly aware of its existence, he would probably have subconsciously ignored it.
This time, the little clay doll successfully passed through the gaps in the flesh and blood vines and reached the other end.
Seeing this, Hugo's solemn expression eased a little. He summoned the little clay doll back again and took out an ancient scroll.
"This is a high-level spell I prepared in advance. It will not produce fluctuations in mythical power and is perfect for use at this moment."
He explained and activated the scroll.
"Clarenso's painting box."
An invisible force enveloped the three people. Yibrain and Chen Lun tacitly did not make a sound or resist.
Buzz...
The three people were illuminated by the colorful light of the scroll, and their figures were instantly frozen into an oil painting. They kept shrinking and finally turned into the size of rice grains, and were carried on the back of a small clay doll.
It took another step forward, carrying the oil painting through the flesh and blood vines that "covered the sky and the sun", and finally came to a small open space.
The oil painting then enlarged, and the figures of Hugo, Ibrayin and Chen Lun returned to their physical form. They stood on the ground and looked around, and found that thick flesh and blood vines occupied most of the space.
"This is it..."
Hugo whispered.
He bent down slowly, dug under the half-covered dark red soil in front of him, and picked up a piece of metal fragment the size of a fingernail, which was covered with various delicate patterns... Chen Lun recognized it at a glance. It should be the remnant of a set of armor, and the pattern was actually an extremely profound magical inscription.
"It can't be wrong... This is the 'Helm of the Fearless' that the 'Miracle Knight' Honorino once wore. He really came here and fought."
Hugo's voice was low and trembling slightly.
It was an emotion filled with excitement.
He began to move faster, and in less than two minutes, he found three metal fragments of different sizes under the soil, but he found nothing more.
"Hugo, something's wrong. We should go."
Ibrayin sensed something. He discovered that the roses on the flesh and blood vines around him were swaying gently without wind.
"This is a rare opportunity, give me a little more time!"
Hugo glanced at the increasingly bizarre environment and realized that it was not suitable to stay here for long, but his long-cherished wish was right in front of him and he was unwilling to give up.
"As long as I find two more copies, or a larger one, it should be enough for me to complete my research... This is the profound thought of His Majesty Honorino. Such a profound inscription line is unheard of. The aura left on it is explaining to me the important history that happened in the past..."
Hugo muttered, digging madly at the ground.
Fortunately, "He" had not been blinded by his thirst for knowledge and had not used his mythical power to search for the wreckage, otherwise the vines around him would have probably submerged the three of them in an instant.
"Flower of Hunger, God of Blood..."
For some reason, the roses began to tremble. The stamens in the middle stood straight up and twisted like blood and flesh threads, and together they made a chant that was almost a human voice.
"Mother in the depths of the netherworld, master of all appetites, you are the unique scarlet fruit, you are the ultimate desire of thousands of cubs... Praise the rose, praise the life and growth you have given, praise the flesh and bones you have given..."
The holy singing of the girls' choir echoed in the ears of the three people. In the shocked eyes of Ibrahim, the bright red roses all "turned their heads" and "stared" at them.
"Damn it, go!"
Ibrahim shouted angrily.
Almost as soon as the words fell, a palm-sized blood-red goblin popped out from each rose. They had enchanting naked bodies, with multiple translucent pink scaly wings on their backs, but their faces had no facial features, but a bunch of stamen-shaped flesh tentacles that kept twisting in the air.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
Hundreds of bloody goblins cut through the sound waves and attacked——
Bang!
Chen Lun stretched out his hand expressionlessly, as fast as a venomous snake hunting, and directly grabbed a bloody goblin.
But the next moment, his brows frowned slightly.
His clenched palms began to tremble constantly. The goblin actually possessed terrifying strength. Even the grip strength with 472 points of strength could not restrain this "little thing"!
"Blood demon, mythical creature, rose family born from the remains of a god... no wonder it's so difficult to deal with!"
Woo!!
A sharp scream broke through the air, deafening.
Chen Lun tilted his head to the left as if he had foreseen the future, and a streak of blood-red light passed by his head.
That was an attack by a blood demon!
Chen Lun glanced around coldly and found that everywhere he could see was red light, as if blood-red lightning was jumping around...those were all blood demons flying by quickly.
Layers of silver starlight were floating around Ibrayin, covering his figure. Once the blood demons approached him, their sense of direction would be tampered with and they would bypass him on their own.
But beads of sweat were clearly sliding down his forehead, which showed that it was quite difficult for Ibrahim to influence such a large number of mythical creatures.
"It's time to go! Hugo!"
Veins bulged on Ibrahim's forehead as he scolded with a hint of anger.
"well……"
The old principal's reason finally prevailed. After sighing, he stopped digging for the unknown and vague remains of the sages.
He stood up, turned his staff and pointed it at the group of blood demons in front of him. The tip of the staff suddenly burst out with a dazzling green light.
At the same time, Hugo's old face was wide open with anger.
"Cui Liu!"
Buzz!!
At the front end of the staff, a ball of turquoise light condensed in an instant, and then tens of thousands of crystalline flakes burst out, converging into a torrent and sweeping forward.
Chi Chi Chi——
In less than two breaths, dozens of blood demons were turned into powder and turned into blood mist and dispersed.
Hugo held the staff and waved it several times in front of him. The "green stream" that burst out radiated outward like the branches of a tree, sweeping across the rest of the blood demons and killing them all.
But those blood demons seemed immortal. Even if their bodies turned into powder, after the blood mist fell to the ground, roses actually grew again .
Flowers are blooming all over the ground, and rebirth is achieved through blood.
One after another, intact blood demons leaped out from it!
Hugo and Ibrahim's faces changed.
Chen Lun was just about to crush the blood demon in his hand to death and then help the two men, but he was suddenly startled.
Because he found that the blood demon in his palm was curled up into a ball, shaking like crazy, and the flesh tentacles on its face were dancing wildly, as if... it had encountered some extremely terrifying natural enemy and felt an intense fear.
squeak!
He was in awe, He was wailing, He was begging for mercy!
squeak--
Following a piercing scream, the blood demon collapsed and completely lost its life force in Chen Lun's palm...
[You killed the mythical creature "Blood Demon" and gained 100,000 experience points! ]
There was a flash of confusion and some absurd suspicion in Chen Lun's eyes.
'He...was frightened to death by me?'
Not knowing what he was thinking of, Chen Lun tried to recite in his mind:
'Qingzhe, hide and seek.'
Two mysterious colors, one green and one black, appeared in Chen Lun's pupils, forming two infinity symbols.
When he glanced around, the blood demons within his sight suddenly screamed, trembled, and fled in all directions like headless flies... It was as if Chen Lun's sight contained some kind of extreme terror, boiling among their group!
Hugo and Ibrahim were stunned.
When they turned to look at the gentleman in the black hat and his pair of deep, head-splitting eyes, their hearts trembled.
The two of them realized instantly that it was Jack who used some horrific means to disperse this group of terrifying and troublesome blood demons!
However, the next second, the two saints were shocked again.
Because they saw that the gentleman in the black hat slowly raised one hand, a hand covered by shadows.
"Earth Tracing."
A calm voice sounded.
Buzz!!
The fleeing blood demons were immediately captured by an invisible gravitational force, which dragged them back and sucked them backwards...
Squeak! Squeak!
In front of Chen Lun, nearly a hundred blood demons intertwined and entangled together to form a sphere. They chirped and cried like helpless girls imprisoned in a cage, begging for forgiveness.
However, under the gentleman's black hat, his scarlet eyes reflected a hint of smile and satisfaction.
'Speaking of which, what kind of pain and shadow did Lord Huan bring to Madam Qiangwei that made him so unforgettable, that even after his power had lasted for a long time, it had never been erased... so that even the clans of the Netherworld would have a conditioned reflex and feel intense fear of Lord Huan's power from the depths of their souls?'
Chen Lun guessed secretly and took a step forward.
At the same time, the smile on his face became more and more creepy.
"No matter what, we can't let go of all these experience points..."
