Chapter 17: Untouchable

Chapter 17: Untouchable

Dark clouds had obscured the sky, seemed like it covered the sky in the curtain.

On the Beland outskirts, in an ancient castle.

The castle, which Byron spent a fortune to buy to summon his dream, The White Mist Across the Shore, was soon abandoned just after his summoning attained and Shen Yi descended.

He knew very well that these investigators were lunatics, and after the moment they would be here any time like sharks hiding in the deep seas and would swarm at the slightest smell of blood.

So cautiously, he wiped away all traces before abandoning the castle, leaving no trail behind.

From the moment he decided to summon the extra-worldly god, he was destined to embark on a road of no return.

The underground hall of the castle was utterly dark.

Despite that, the remnant aura of the Extraterrestrial god was still apparent in the dark underground hall. It was cold, heavy, bone-chilling, and lost.

A distant footsteps could be heard outside and slowly it was coming closer.

The pace was calm and steady, as if the person had already taken steps from countless desperate situations.

Squeak

The hall-door was gently pushed open by a hand.

The black trench coat seemed to blend with the darkness. Holding a black umbrella, George pushed the door open and stepped in.

He slowly approached the center of the underground hall, squatted down, and reached out to touch the ground, and as soon as he touched the ground, he knew it was there.

Sure enough, it is here. There is still a residual aura of extra-worldly god here and its very intense.

Insight.

There was a strange murmur sounded in Georges ears, like whispers, and his head began tingling again, and the overwhelming memories of the past surged back to the surface.

Huh

Taking a deep breath, he tried to wake up from drowsiness.

Just then, he heard heavy breathing in the darkness.

Definitely, humans could not breathe like this, it was more like a powerful bloodthirsty beast, full of rage and impatience.

In the darkness, a pair of red eyes lit up.

George, who had been squatting slowly rose to his feet with a taut body.

He stood straight rather than turning back at the approaching monster. Because he knew once he looked back, it would make a thunderous attack on him.

This breath, the seed of chaos Its like the residual breath of Extraterrestrial god is too strong, that I missed to find this guy.Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

But, it was too late to regret it, and the only thing to do next was to think of a way to deal with it.

In the dark basement corner, the Seed of Chaos-like giant lizard slowly crawled forward, and its open and closed pores in the gaps in the carapace began to expand continuously.

Its pointless. As long as you exist in this world, you will get hit.

A while later, he shouted again.

Borrow and take.

Once again, the flying knife appeared in his hand out of thin air, and the blood color on it became even darker.

And just like before he closed his eyes and threw the knife randomly.

Borrow and take.

Borrow and take.

After firing the knife for the fifth time, he finally stopped the attack, and the knife in his hand kept dripping with disgusting flesh and blood.

With an indifferent face, he lit a cigarette, and the blood on his hand stained the body of the cigarette.

Using the relic wasnt free and one had to pay a price, so as a result, his two fingers, one toe, and half of his face lost their feeling temporarily.

He slowly retracted the flying knife into his arms. Taking the black umbrella, he turned around and went towards the brightly lit city.

With this level of damage, is there no way to kill it? The phase is really too bad. If it is a wizard, it will be easier to deal with it.

Thinking of wizards, he couldnt help but think of his old friend in Beland, the man who had been depressed after losing his daughter.

In fact, George had a chance to kill the monster once and for all.

Its just that the price of disaster-level relics was always too high, and he was not ready to use them easily.

The Seed of ChaosI remember being the dependent of the Lord of Ashes.

He knew very well that the Lord of Ashes and the Mist of the White Shore were old enemies.

Since that was the case, the force that enslaved this monsters family and the force that summoned the Mists across the White Shore could not be the same group of people.

It was a very simple analysis.

He was already sure that the number of people who were performing on the stage called Beland was quite large.

Dark currents were flowing ah

The two hostile sects, and the anti-magic bureau where I represent, have all entered the same league.

He began to wonder why the cafe owner brought him there in the first place.

Hope for a fight?

Cluelessly, he communicated with Andy through the headset.

Andy, are you sure the guy running the cafe is an ordinary person?

Andy: Are you doubting that Shen Yi is dangerous? Is it beacause youre old and got confused? Ah, I said wrong. I mean, Mr. George, are you being a little too cautious?

In his headset, he attentively responded to Andys question.

Andy, I will write a very detailed report and will send it to the senior management of the Anti-Magic Bureau. Im afraid the danger level of this man may be put temporarily on. total prohibition (untouchable).