Chapter 480 The Results Of The Test (Part 3)



The moment Sarah jumped into the hole Daimon cut on the floor, all the lights went out as she fell into a dark space, but far from feeling that apprehensive sensation of dread that normally would invade anyone who suddenly find itself deprived of any source of light, the crazy girl was like a fish in the ocean.

Why you ask, well, she was now able to move in the air without using any martial art or battle aura, she was by all means flying unlike earlier where she just floated and descended slowly when they moved through the town.

Daimon who had already landed raised his head only to see the crazy girl frolicking in the air, she made some circles and spins, it would have been a pretty sight if not for the fact that she suddenly det her body fall, in a try to make Daimon catch her, just for Daimon to move aside making her crash on the ground.

"Booom!", the ground trembled a bit as pieces of the rock floor exploded due to Sarah's heavy landing.

"Oi, are you trying to kill me, why the hell did you used battle aura to accelerate your fall...", said Daimon as a realization struck him like a truck.

'Did she do it on purpose so that I would dodge making her crash against the ground?", he wondered, just to see the crazy girl giggling at him while she licked her lips.

"You are really beyond salvation", said Daimon, he then ignored Sarah and snapped his fingers producing a wisp of white flames, which then ignited and exploded erasing the ominous darkness that was flooding this room.The most uptodate novels are published on n0velbj)n((.))co/m

It was as if the sun had appeared inside this room, as the extreme darkness disappeared, there were actually torches on the walls which were lit up by Daimon's Demon Light.

Daimon then looked at the origin of this ominous darkness, which should have made anyone feel uncomfortable and actually harm people, for the simple reason that it was produced by torturing and killing countless of people in a dark room where the sunlight never shone.

The result would be an extremely negative darkness mana, which was called "Corpse Darkness", Daimon knew about it thanks to the fact that the Revy and the undead had been at war before, and those who focus in necromancy use this modified mana to nurture their artificial undead.

As weird as it might sound, natural undead can't use this type of mana for themselves, because it is harmful for all living beings, as it is produced by lots of corpses, rotting and a dark isolated space, it was basically poison.

Even undead are alive, if not they wouldn't be able to advance, they just another race with many subspecies, at least that's the current accepted theory, since artificial undead can't advance, they will only reach as far as the "ingredients" used to create them, allow them to, no more and no less, they were just flesh dolls.

As to from where did all this toxic thing came, there was a breach on the wall near one of the corners of the room, this isolated place was where Jeremy hid his vault, the breach led to his secret escape tunnel, which was connected to the slaughterhouse, where all those poor women in the cages that Daimon saw earlier, would have been turned into "goods" to be sold.

"Hey, I actually felt quite light earlier, but these guys are about to kick the bucket", said Sarah as she showed Jeremy and Beni to Daimon.

Their lips and their wounds had turned purple as if they had been infected by something, and there was also black blood seeping from them.

Daimon's hand shone in white light, his light isn't the gentle type but the destructive type, so healing spells aren't his thing, at most he can heal minor wounds on others, but using light mana he cleaned the corpse darkness that had infiltrated their bodies, to prevent them from dying before he could get some answers.

"That guy let this place be flooded by that mana to make it easier from him to escape, he really was afraid of being captured", said Daimon.

Jeremy had many tricks up his sleeves, unfortunately none of them worked but one must applaud his preventive measures, but Daimon didn't pay attention to that, he was instead interested in the fact that before he blasted away the corpse darkness, he also felt the boosting effect of this place becoming stronger, just to return to normal when he dispersed the corpse darkness.

He didn't bother to avoid it earlier because he and Sarah would not be affected by it, of course it's not like they were going to absorb it, but unlike humans they wouldn't be poisoned just by being exposed to it.

It still shouldn't have had any positive effect on them and that's what was bothering Daimon, but ultimately, he couldn't think on a proper explanation, besides that maybe the darkness mana in this world got stronger during the so-called blood moon week.

With Sarah who was dragging Jeremy and Beni that nearly convulsed to death a moment ago, but where still out, following him, Daimon walked towards the giant metal gate at the other side of the room.

Of course, before opening it, he asked to his sensing specialist maid, which was comfortably staying in his shadow.

'How is it Rita, any traps I have to look out for', he asked, Rita could still use her extremely sharp mana sense to a certain extent without exposing her existence, and Daimon could communicate with her directly to her mind, because she is linked to him through the Terror Contractor skill.

Daimon nodded and they then jumped and gilded towards the south, Ric and Tom's stores had a commercial agreement, one specialized in equipment and the other in potions and alchemic products.

They were actually two large buildings connected through a small house that was in the middle, inside which there seemed to be some kind of private party going on.

"Hahaha, old Ric you sure know how to treat others", said a man with short brown hair, who seemed to be in his late twenties, it was Alan, the guy who earlier clashed with Daimon and Sarah in the chief's store and its current manager.

He was now drinking while embracing a pair of girls wearing only light lingerie, while his hands touched here and there, the girls served him the drinks.

He wasn't the only one enjoying debauchery, there were a pair of men in their forties who were enjoying the show of a few girls dancing for them, one of the men was tall and slim while the other was short and fat.

The tall one who was also bald, was Ric, as for the short fat guy with black hair, that was Tom, the motive of this celebration was that they closed a deal to buy things from the store of the chief with a discount, as long as they got some women up to Alan's liking.

Which was a bargain for them, who had connections with a couple of towns and often bought some slaves in the shadows, while they also took charge of providing Jeremy a few extra workers from time to time.

"Ah, I still can't believe that bastard dared to speak me in such a way, luckily that idiot of Ender will be dealt with tonight, I heard he's got a nice aunt whose husband died hunting as well as a cousin who should be around my age, sell them to me later will ya?", said Alan, his face was slightly red as the alcohol had started to kick in.

"Sure, two or three disappearing won't make a difference to Jeremy anyway", said the fat Tom as he raised his cup, he was too happy thinking on the profits that buying things at a discounted price will bring them.

Ric was the same, just as they stood up to take their respective companions for tonight, to their bedrooms, they heard a commotion coming from outside.

"Damn those bastards, I told them they could have a couple of drinks to celebrate and they are already drunk fighting, I'll cut their salaries for this!", cursed Ric as he walked towards the door, ready to scold the guards that were drinking outside.

His body suddenly froze a few centimeters away from the door, gray lines of light appeared on the walls, making Alan and Tom who were playing with the women, get angry.

"Are they really going at it so hard, Ric I told you to not leave them drink until Jake returned, hey Ric are you listening to... me?", Tom who walked towards his friend, also froze when he reached a few centimeters away from him.

But it was for a different reason, Ric froze because there was a black sword piercing the reinforced door like butter, and Ric's head along with it, surprisingly there was no blood coming out of the wound.

And Tom froze because he was in shock out of the fact that Ric who was celebrating with him a couple of seconds ago was now as dead as one could be.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to regain his composure as the black sword moved downwards, slashing the door and Ric's body in two, while at the same time the gray light lines on the walls faded away.

"Well, it seems you are quite lucky, this saves us a visit", the indifferent voice of a man came from the dark lightless area outside of the house, the lights had gone out and a silver haired masked man came out of it along with a dark green haired girl.

Sarah saw Alan whose stupor disappeared along with all the color on his face, he sent his strongest personal guards to deal with the pair of people that appeared here, so unless he was seeing ghosts, then that meant his subordinates were dead and now they had come for him.

He tossed the woman he was embracing a moment ago towards Daimon in a try to gain some seconds, as he turned to make a run for it, but then he vomited blood as a huge pressure fell in the room.

Sarah's image flashed and then she appeared behind Alan and grabbed him by his shoulder.

"Crack!".

"Aghhhh!".

The sound of bones breaking followed by a horribly pained scream echoed through the room, as the bones of Alan's legs pierced his flesh and stuck outside of his skin, the crazy girl had used her stupidly high physical strength, to smack him downwards, and that directly broke his legs, nailing him to the ground.

"Now, weren't you trying to hit on me earlier despite me already been taken, what's the hurry now~", said the crazy girl with a smile that wasn't a smile.

Alan wanted to scream and throw a threat as that has worked him all his life, but he was distracted by the inhuman amount of pain that came from his lower body, his eyes widened in horror as he saw his legs slowly melting.

"Aghhhh!", with a lung-tearing scream, Alan fell to the ground as the flesh was slowly falling off his bones.