Chapter 667: Chapter 222: Was the Angel Killed by Tracy Garcia? (Please Subscribe)
This is the sixth tier of the mine.
Although it is called a mine, it looks more like some irregular fissures naturally formed within the rock, with a few man-made pits.
On closer inspection around the area, white-glowing spirit crystals of not low quality can be seen sporadically on the rock walls.
There are enough crystal cores here to exchange for a lot of food. If those “miners” above saw this, they would probably start a frenzy to rob it.
Even for Leonard Churchill, entering this place felt like walking into a treasury filled with gold coins.
But this is not entirely good news.
The denser the crystal cores, the more severe the mental pollution.
At this moment, the entire space of the sixth tier is enveloped with visible fluorescent ripples to the naked eye.
These “fluorescent” lights, deadly like nuclear radiation, are incessantly eroding all living things in this tier.
Leonard Churchill dared not waste time mining crystal cores.
Although he can now absorb negative mental power to enhance his own law comprehension, he is still bound by tier limitations, with a maximum threshold for what he can endure.
He is only third tier.
The mental pollution in this tier of the mine is already more than a hundred times stronger than the first.
Even with the Clown Mask and the blessings of JOKER, Leonard Churchill feels as if he’s being roasted over fire, constantly fighting an urge to go berserk and kill.
He is very clear that once that thought gets out of control, he would go mad and never wake up again.
“I can’t stay here for long...”
After walking a bit, Leonard Churchill feels slightly dazed.
Fortunately, he brought enough potions with him and immediately ingested an Advanced Sobering Elixir.
He then continued to cautiously make his way through the mine.
Earlier, he had felt that the mental power contained fragments that were of great benefit to martial arts and law comprehension, carefully comprehending them along the way.
But now he didn’t dare to do so.
The negative mental power here was so violent that it could directly scatter and contaminate his consciousness.
Enlightenment clearly indicated the negative states.
But as he walked, a glance at the rock wall suddenly made him exclaim softly to himself, “Huh?”
Upon stopping to look, he saw that the rock wall was crudely etched with little figures.
The workmanship was very rough, looking as though a child had haphazardly scrawled with a sharp instrument on the stone wall.
However, upon the first look, Leonard Churchill’s gaze was immediately captivated.
He was in Demonic Solution state, and his enlightenment was astonishing.
As he observed those varied patterns, it was as if a slideshow was playing in his mind, and those little figures began to move.
“Martial Skills?”
Leonard Churchill was surprised as he observed them.
And not just any martial skills!
Even by his current standards, they were profound and rare secret skills.
Many were ancient martial skills that he had never heard of.
After carefully observing for a while, enlightenment rapidly emerged.
‘You observed the carved spear diagram and comprehended a trace of “God Hunting Spear Technique (Fake)”...’
‘You observed the carved sword manual and comprehended a trace of “Mystery·Demon Slashing Sword Technique Nineteen (Inferior)”...’
‘You observed the carved fist manual and comprehended a trace of “Unique Technique·Hellpath God Fist (Imitation)”...’
‘You observed...’
As Leonard Churchill watched, he became immersed without realizing it.
To a Fighter tier card master, this was simply a “treasure trove of martial skills.”
The figures contained not only movements but also the intention that the carver wanted to convey.
These intentions were like fine wine to a connoisseur; one sip overwhelms with a fiery rush to the head, yet it isn’t unpleasant. Instead, it leaves a lingering, mellow fragrance that invites endless rumination.
The deeper one delves, the more flavors one seems to discern.
But as he continued to watch, something felt off.
There was a strong personal will within these martial skills, as if someone was trying to force their comprehension into your mind.
This made Leonard Churchill, even aware of the mental contamination warning, feel as if his eyes were welded to the rock wall.