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 so irregular fissures naturally ford 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 ntal pollution.
At this mont, 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 ti mining crystal cores.
Although he can now absorb negative ntal 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 ntal pollution in this tier of the mine is already more than a hundred tis 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 imdiately ingested an Advanced Sobering Elixir.
He then continued to cautiously make his way through the mine.
Earlier, he had felt that the ntal power contained fragnts 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 ntal power here was so violent that it could directly scatter and contaminate his consciousness.
Enlightennt clearly indicated the negative states.
‘Affected by “Unknown Malice”, ntal confusion 1’
‘Affected by “Black Cross War Spirit” residual spirit contamination, ntal confusion 1’
‘…’
Moreover, Leonard Churchill, in his Werewolf Transformation state, has already clearly perceived a threat.
As the intelligence suggested, there are so unknown dangers on this tier.
….
“Hee hee hee… I have achieved the ultimate Sword Intention…”
“Heh heh heh… wrong, it’s wrong again… where did I go wrong…”
“Ah… don’t kill … haha, why would I kill you…”
“…”
Various demon-sealing roars and howls occasionally reached Leonard Churchill’s ears.
He was almost unable to distinguish whether these sounds were heard by his ears or were hallucinations produced by ntal pollution.
He avoided the mine tunnels where “mutation madn” might be present.
According to the information he got from those three people earlier, these lunatics that had stayed on the fifth and sixth tiers for a long ti were no longer interested in mining for food. They had beco obsessed and wanted to comprehend super tier secret skills from ancient ntal pollution. Mining was just a residual instinct.
“What exactly is underneath this relic? And… could that ‘senior’ really be down there?”
Leonard Churchill even began to doubt his own judgnt.
The deeper he went towards the core of the land, the more serious the contamination he found.
So, the source of contamination is below the sixth tier of this mine pit, in the legendary seventh tier that no one has ever been to?
These are just myths among the miners.
Because no human miner has ever been to the seventh tier; that place is only ntioned in snippets from the “lunatics.”
Leonard Churchill was not sure if he could safely make it there in his current state.
The crystal cores on the surrounding rock walls were becoming more nurous, and he casually mined a few when convenient.
These were scarce and very expensive spirit materials.
Because he was cautious enough, Leonard Churchill didn’t encounter any madn.
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 instrunt on the stone wall.
However, upon the first look, Leonard Churchill’s gaze was imdiately captivated.
He was in Demonic Solution state, and his enlightennt 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, enlightennt rapidly erged.
‘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 beca imrsed without realizing it.
To a Fighter tier card master, this was simply a “treasure trove of martial skills.”
The figures contained not only movents 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, llow fragrance that invites endless rumination.
The deeper one delves, the more flavors one seems to discern.
But as he continued to watch, sothing felt off.
There was a strong personal will within these martial skills, as if soone was trying to force their comprehension into your mind.
This made Leonard Churchill, even aware of the ntal contamination warning, feel as if his eyes were welded to the rock wall.
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