Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals Chapter 256 Boar finder

"Is there even a boar in this dark woods?" asked Atlan. After all, they weren't in a normal forest where it was teeming with life. This was an artificial world created by the Canzers and the Redium. There was supposed to be no one else other than the Canzers and the humans.

"Yes. The Huntsman is here, therefore the boar is sowhere in this Redium. Those two will never be separated. Whenever he appears, his weakness appears with him.

A Canzer's weakness is so deeply intertwined with their identity that they subconsciously summon their weakness around them. It is just like how they can morph the Redium into their familiar territory, sothing like a dark forest in the dieval tis, they will also summon their downfall. It is their fate."

Atlan looked around the Redium, but could only see a thick fog that obscured everything beyond a few ters. He could even only see a sparse few dead trees lying about. He wouldn't think that a boar would make its ho here.

"How do I create the boar finder?"

"Touch the control center," Carmine said.

Atlan did as he was told and pushed his finger onto the black hexagon attached to his chest. After a few monts, it suddenly split in half and revealed the inner chanisms inside.

There was a miniature keyboard installed inside, with a small rectangular screen on top.

He had to input the right code into the control system for it to blend the right types of essences in the right quantities to create an object with the desired quality.

If even one input was wrong, then the battle suit might spit out a rock instead of a high-tech boar finder.

"If you are not sure about the sequence of inputs, then don't be afraid to ask again. We only have one shot at this, or else you'll have to wait for another hour before your battle suit can spit out another one of those again."

Atlan wasn't even sure if he would survive if that happened. Slowly, his entire battle suit was getting cracked and fractured to the point where the Huntsman only needed one good shot before his first layer of defense was gone for good.

"Here it goes…aB42)5#(8JHhl2$G@%..."

Carmine listed out the specific sequence for conjuring the boar finder. These inputs numbered in the thousands because Carmine was basically speaking out the very DNA of the object. And if Carmine hadn't improved the design of the battle suit, then Atlan would have had to input millions upon millions of code into the battle suit.

But before he even got to the hundredth letter, an arrow suddenly grazed past Atlan's head, just above his ear.

Suddenly, all he could hear was a loud ringing noise that deafened him from hearing anything around him, including Carmine's input.

"Wait! Wait! What's the code after 13hn%@?" Your journey continues with empire

Carmine paused for a second and said, "I didn't say %@, I said @$"

Because of the distraction, Atlan inputted the wrong button on the screen and almost ruined the entire thing.

"Let's just start over from the beginning."

Although it was a pain to do, they would rather waste a couple of minutes rather than input a thousand words and end up wasting this opportunity because of a wrong input in the hundreds.

Atlan pressed the clear button and started over from the very beginning, with Carmine listing out the code in a very loud and clear voice.

It wasn't supposed to be this hard. Carmine designed this battle suit with the assumption that Atlan would be fighting with Ninth and her team.

While Atlan was putting the code on his battle suit for a construct, the team would do everything in their power to protect him from any harm. That way, he wouldn't have to worry about a stray arrow suddenly piercing through his ear and distracting him for a second.

Now, Atlan had to do things the hard way. Not only did he have to listen to his surroundings for the Huntsman's words, he also had to listen to Carmine and input the correct set of code to the control center. His sense of hearing was overloaded.

He couldn't even complain to Carmine about this. After all, he didn't know that Atlan used his sense of hearing to barely dodge the arrows and prevent his body from getting riddled with holes.

"Can you slow down?"

"Are you sure about this? The longer we stay here, the higher the chance the Huntsman becos bored and uses his full power on you."

Atlan had no other choice. "Yes, please."

Carmine slowed down his words, allowing Atlan to listen to both him and the Huntsman at the sa ti. It required trendous focus and attention, which fortunately, he had sothing a lot of.

"A$*8742%F. And that's the last of it."

After half an hour, Atlan finally inputted the last set of code to the control center.

"Let's double check—"

"No need," Atlan said confidently. "It's right."

"....are you sure about this? I told you, we only have one shot at this. It's better to be safe than sorry."

Atlan was a careful guy. In any other circumstances, he would have decided to recheck the inputted code three tis before he considered it as correct.

However, he didn't have the luxury of ti. He hadn't even found the boar yet, but he was already on the last legs of his first layer of chitinous armor. He expected another big confrontation from the Huntsman once he got too close to the boar, so Atlan would rather reserve his defenses for that.

He couldn't let the Huntsman wear away his armor with petty shots.

"I have a good mory. I inputted every single code correctly with no mistakes this ti."

Carmine liked the confidence of their Star Porter. Sotis, guts were all that was needed.

"Press the enter button."

Atlan pressed it, and suddenly, his entire battle suit lit up in a blue light. Warmth spread from his toes to his shoulders.