Blood of Mercury

"Give him another drink! Count on me!"

"Do you know Mary, my husband yesterday he..."

"Have you heard, Lord Mayor, he seems to be going to an incineration plant..."

Before Roland and the others reached the door, they heard loud noises overflowing from the crack of the door of the Gargoyle Hotel.

"……what happened?"

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

The hustle and bustle here is quite normal, just like an ordinary hotel.

He even smelled alcohol, ashes and vomit.

The unpleasant smells spilled out of the cracks in the door.

Robert had liked the tavern-specific feel, but the slightly sour taste at the 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 he couldn't help venting his confidence. The right hand that was going to push the door directly open also curled up and knocked lightly on the door twice.

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

Immediately, the crisp crash of wine glasses broke the silence.

All kinds of cheers came from inside, and the arrogant voice of a mountaineer overwhelmed all the voices and resounded in the ears of Roland and the others:

"—To the guests who have come from afar!"

The building itself is full of all kinds of anomalies, so the abnormal-level enthusiasm of the "guests" in it not only did not dispel the nervousness of Roland and the others, but made them tense up even more.

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

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

"--Hello?"

Robert tried to shout inside, but got no response.

He thought it might be because there was too much noise inside and no one could hear it, so Robert repeated it in a higher voice. But there were only bursts of laughter.

no doubt.

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

Immediately, Claudia's complexion began to turn pale, An Ruosi pushed the non-existent glasses with a serious face, and Robert's expression became serious.

"An Ruosi. Don't waste your magic power to cast defensive witchcraft..." Roland whispered in An Ruosi's ear, "I will protect you... Let's check the situation behind the door first."

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

But just at the moment when the white rune in front of An Ruosi turned blue, all the runes shattered at the same time. Broken into bits and pieces.

"...It's a witchcraft counter!"

An Ruosi's face suddenly became much ugly.

Seeing this, Robert didn't speak, but silently took out the ritual knife from his arms and slashed it gently on his left hand.

Immediately, thin bloodstains floated out from the palm of his hand. On the palm of his straight left hand, blood gushed out from the wound like a worm, forming miniature runes 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 about to be formed in the palm of his hand was blurred. .

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

Roland sighed slightly, raised the stick and sword slightly, and spat out more than an inch of the sharp blade. The silver-gray holy fire 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.

This "cursed inn" copy is not just one, but a trial-type temporary copy.

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

This sorcery is called "the old city", and the 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 you haven't escaped from here or broken all nodes before the end of the reenactment, everyone in the building will be wiped out into the void along with the illusion.

Only after the professional has awakened the origin and obtained the rare characteristic of "Void Resistance", can they be exempted from this instant death effect. Otherwise, the death rate will be greater than 90%.

This was originally one of the final defensive spells of the inner ring of the White Tower. However, at the strong request of the alcoholic chief of the Abandoned Goods Development Bureau, Ms. Anvilia stripped some of the spells from her spire and lent it to him.

After the modification of that genius, this technique can even be subject to subjective intervention. Become a mass instant-death witchcraft for a very short period of time or a long-standing phantom wall.

In fact, in Baiyuan City, south of the White Tower, this method was used to reproduce the demolished fortress in an illusion. In the event that someone rashly attacks, the White Tower wizard can give them a hard time as long as they give up this illusory fortress that may collapse at any time.

Roland had also downloaded a copy of the cursed inn before. He knew very well that the difficulty of these dungeons depended entirely on the maliciousness of the caster.

After the director's modification, this technique is no longer simply repeating the existing destruction, and the caster can follow his own imagination. Create new illusion effects at any time to fill in.

Depending on the amount of mana consumed, some of these illusions are pure light and shadow effects, while others are just like real objects that bring people a real sense of touch.

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

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

"Don't be like this, you're a girl..."

Hearing what Roland said, Robert immediately objected.

"Don't make trouble!" Roland glared at him before he could finish speaking~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There is only me, a melee melee fighter of the perception system. Who else could it be if I was not in front of me when it was time to open up the wasteland? "

"That being said..."

Robert was still confused.

An Ruosi stood behind Roland obediently.

He had seen Roland's fighting strength - that tyrannical fighting style wrapped in cold winds, 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 the stick and sword away, and the silver-gray flames rose, illuminating the way forward like a torch.

"Follow me, keep talking, and never leave the team no matter what happens—" (To be continued.)