Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 139: Disorder (10)
"Speaking of which, where did you get this thing?"
Fu Qian pointed to the Duchess's hand.
After all the Dragon Blood was poured out, it had now turned into an ordinary pocket watch.
"This is a Holy Relic of the Church."
The Duchess answered expressionlessly.
"You stole it from the Church?"
Fu Qian realized in an instant. This woman was truly decisive and ruthless.
"Making the best use of everything."
The Duchess didn't say anything more and directly tossed the Pus Stone over.
"Set off as soon as possible."
"The leader of the group down there is named Collison. That guy is a sadist. Remember to absolutely avoid him."
...
Perhaps worried that Fu Qian would get cold feet, after finishing her instructions, the Duchess very thoughtfully "escorted" him all the way to the Bell Tower.
It wasn't until Fu Qian's silhouette disappeared behind the door that she finally gave up.
In the darkness, Fu Qian descended the stairs and quickly found the robe and mask he had discarded earlier.
After putting on the clothes, Fu Qian swiftly recalled the layout of the prison.
According to the Priest, these Jailers inevitably suffered from slow reactions due to the side effects of Awakening.
This explained why he was able to escape so easily.
Now that he was no longer what he used to be, theoretically speaking, he should be even more composed.
The only problem was where to find his target.
"The deepest part of the prison" was too broad a definition.
By now, Fu Qian had reached the connecting corridor once again.
He repeated his old trick, swiftly weaving his way downward while dodging the Jailers, and quickly arrived at the lowest level of the prison.
The area of this level was still huge. A massive deep pit could be seen in the center.
Fine, fragmented white bones could be seen everywhere in the pit, seemingly belonging to both humans and beasts. He guessed many belonged to those dead Colorless.
The brother who shared a cell with him would probably have been thrown here a bit later.
What was bizarre was that, at this very moment, a large swath of Jailers was slowly circling the deep pit.
Wearing the same black masks and long robes, they maintained a fixed distance from one another. They walked without making a single sound, looking just like a black centipede swallowing its own tail.
This grotesque scene made Fu Qian click his tongue in wonder.
"Welcome."
Right at that moment, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out.
"Welcome~"
The next moment, the circular procession also stopped in their tracks. One glowing black mask after another turned to look in unison, uttering dream-like sounds.
"Killing a guard and breaking out of prison, yet you actually dare to return!"
After the uniform greeting, that hoarse voice rang out again, its tone filled with twisted tyranny.
"I couldn't sleep at night, so haven't I come to turn myself in?"
Fu Qian said with a smile, not feeling surprised.
As soon as he came in just now, he had felt something was weird—it was far too normal, with no difference at all from when he left.
If it was because of his cover-up that they hadn't discovered the Jailer's death in time, it was still possible.
But all the way down, some Jailers even seemed to be dodging him, which was truly suspicious.
It was hard to say this wasn't an "inviting the prey into the trap" scheme.
In response, Fu Qian chose to beat them at their own game.
Time was precious. Otherwise, how could he have reached the bottom with such high efficiency?
"Good. Since you've returned, then don't leave."
At this time, a figure parted the crowd of pawns and slowly stepped forward, letting out a strange cackle.
"We have much to converse about."
Unlike the others, this person's mask was golden.
A special appearance usually meant an elite monster. There was a ninety percent chance this was Collison.
Fu Qian shook his head and slowly took off his mask.
The next moment, Collison's tone became uncertain and startled.
"Dragon Communion?"
"Looks like you are quite well-informed."
This person was obviously very surprised; it seemed he knew the Dragon Communion hadn't appeared in many years.
"Hmph, even a returned Dragon Communion is the same—"
Collison snorted.
However, he only managed to say half his sentence before discovering a grayish-white dragon head appearing in his vision.
An intense sense of crisis washed over him. A Blue-Gray Mirror Shield appeared in front of Collison, countless facets shimmering on its surface.
Yet it only lasted for a mere instant before the mirror shield shattered abruptly. The formless breath blasted straight into his chest.
The next moment, the sound of shattering glass could be heard. Collison's body collapsed with a crash, and a pile of broken crystals spilled out from beneath his robe.
In just a few seconds, the Jailers had lost their leader.
"My crime is complete..."
Fu Qian looked at the bewildered crowd and stretched out his two hands forward.
"You can lock me up now."
...
In the end, Fu Qian, as a top-tier dangerous element, was led to a corner of the prison under heavy escort.
A Jailer stepped forward, opened a heavy stone door, and drove Fu Qian into a downward corridor.
If Collison hadn't offered his head on a silver platter, this place really wouldn't have been easy for him to find!
Fu Qian marveled to himself as he walked down.
The group of Jailers clearly didn't want to come down. As soon as Fu Qian entered, the door was shut from the outside.
Below was a massive, lightless space. A gigantic monster's skeleton emitted a fluorescent glow, serving as the only light source in the darkness.
Other skeletons could faintly be seen scattered around.
If that older sister was still alive, she should be here!
Wandering through this dark graveyard, Fu Qian used the light from the bones to observe his surroundings.
Just then, an ice-blue spectral light rose from the darkness.
The spectral light grew from weak to strong, quickly overshadowing the phosphorescence of the bones.
The next moment, a gigantic, prostrate figure emerged from the spectral light.
It was a creature with a peculiar appearance.
Its massive body had its back to him. Its spectral-blue skin seemed to twinkle with starlight, and several tentacles covered in ring-shaped stripes hung all the way down to the ground.
On its back were two gigantic, coral-like long wings.
Seemingly sensing Fu Qian's scrutiny, it slowly turned its head around.
Actually, Fu Qian wasn't entirely sure it was a head.
On an oval-shaped bulge grew a mass of swaying root-tubes.
Surrounded by the root-tubes, several irregularly arranged eyes were looking at him.
Serene and elegant, it made one subconsciously feel it was a lady.
Fu Qian seriously appreciated the scene before him, trying to memorize this wondrous shape.
An unknown amount of time passed before the massive body in front of him suddenly vanished, and the ice-blue spectral light slowly converged in a corner.
A gaunt human figure appeared, wearing a huge black pointed hat on its head.
"You are quite a peculiar person!"
The figure's voice held a hint of bewilderment.
"Did my previous form look good?"
"Of course."
Fu Qian nodded.
"With such a bizarre appearance, shouldn't most people feel terrified?"
"How can one let mundane aesthetics replace one's own judgment?"
"Swaying tentacles, flowing wings—the aesthetic of consciousness and life were interpreted to their fullest.
How could such an existence possibly be described as terrifying!"
"In fact, I even think it could be called an elf!"
Oh?
"Then between earlier and now, which one looks better?"
The person in the corner slowly raised her head, revealing a pale yet bewitching face.
The extreme contrast in a certain sense made Fu Qian think about it seriously for a moment.
"Each has its own merits."
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