Chapter 1304: Chapter 1302: The Fear in the Mine Chapter 1304: Chapter 1302: The Fear in the Mine Inside London City.
Helen did not despise the coat that ca from the Black Goat.
This particular cashre coat could cover every part of her body precisely according to her figure, restraining her “Outer”.
Her “Outer” stemd from her inherent nature, and actively containing it would consu her own energy; in the Dreamlands, she always maintained a state of unchecked outward presence.
Even covered by the coat.
The Dark Denizens on the sa street as her would still involuntarily glance over, wanting to strike up a conversation even if they couldn’t make out her face, drawn by the influence of a natural domain.
However, Helen’s expression wasn’t looking too good.
“I didn’t expect that as soon as I arrived here, I would be faced with a kind that ‘rejects’ … It’s really put in a bad mood, and I must vent the negative emotions suppressed inside , otherwise I could accidentally break the rules here.
Would it be considered unrelated to if soone commits subjective suicide?
Or maybe I should head over to the Fallen area in London City and really let loose.”
While Helen was preparing to find a ‘place’ to have a good ti.
A chill suddenly ca from behind her, forcing her to wrap the cashre coat tighter around herself as her entire skeletal structure began creaking.
An alleyway beside her lit up with a burst of cold, pale flas.
White shirt, black trousers.
A green-haired youth with one hand in his pocket and the other playing with a flint erged leisurely.
“Helen, long ti no see… Are you interested in coming to my place?
I can provide the body you need to inhabit.”
“Isn’t that Aslan? No wonder it’s so cold.”
While Helen’s language seed friendly and flirtatious, her instinct forced her to take a step back.
She also did not directly respond to Aslan’s question… Under non-essential circumstances, she was not keen on establishing any connection with Aslan.
At this ti.
A foul stench drifted through the air.
A green-haired Eugene, with countless eyes hidden beneath his hair, appeared in the alley, able to see through Helen’s physical structure, which made her quite uncomfortable.
Aslan continued:
“Please allow to take a bit of your ti to explain the current overall situation in London City.
The Human Expeditionary Army has fully settled in, and based on my recent observations, human forces have beco undeniably significant due to [Fate], with several powerful beings among them, which I’ll discuss in detail later.
Let’s talk about the current dynamics among the Elents.
The Bishop of the Night who greeted you at the city gate earlier is nad [Nicholas], an outlier who claid victory in the last London Ga along with the Madman.
According to information provided by Eugenes.
This person has certain ties to the Madman, and has also confird an alliance with the Black Goat and Protoss.
That’s the first faction.
From the conversation you just had, their attitude towards you was quite clear, Miss Helen, and I don’t think you’d be interested in them.
Besides.
Let’s not even ntion Pope, as his relationship with Hyde is unshakable. As for Weed, because of the ‘celestial’ issue, he’s bound to ally with him.
That’s the second faction.
Your relationship with Pope seems not great either, and I believe you wouldn’t want to deal with soone too clever like him.
I plan to form an alliance with Eugenes and you, Helen, to compose the third power to maintain the overall balance.
As for the [Madman], he will most likely continue to act ‘independently’ as before.
The [Mud lump] is too troubleso and not easy to control, so I have no plans to woo it… The sa goes for other factions, there’s no need to add an unstable bomb to oneself.
What do you say, Miss Helen Hillber?”
“It sounds very good, but it’s still early; I want to think about it for a while.”
“Fine, when you’re ready, you can co find at the Glacier.”
Aslan mimicked the human gesture of love by blowing a kiss to Helen.
However, he himself was unaffected by Helen’s appearance and disappeared with Eugene into the alleyway.
Helen did not linger either, tightening her coat and heading in another direction.
Soon after.
The Second Elent “Book of Wisdom – Pope nda” and the Eighth Elent “Supre Glorifier – Hyde Darius” arrived in London City together.
Under Han Dong’s arrangents, the two stayed in the apartnt next to the British Library.
Although they were verbally polite, Pope did not make eye contact with Han Dong for more than a second, treating the interaction rely as a typical host-guest relationship.
Similarly.
Sensing Pope’s presence.
Red-haired Weed with the “Red Planet” suspended over his chest descended rapidly from the celestial bodies above, joining Pope in the library to discuss cosmological knowledge.
Seeing this, Han Dong tactfully left the library.
With that, only Green and the mysterious ninth one of the Ten Elents had yet to arrive.
…
One month and thirteen days remained until the “London Ga” began.
Even as a major battle was about to unfold, the mining projects in London City proceeded in an orderly fashion.
The Humstan Mine was the largest mine in the Dark Forest. Extending five hundred ters underground, only Dark Denizens with advanced mining certificates were permitted to operate in the deepest areas, able to extract ores of extrely high purity, used as supplentary materials for special constructions and high-grade equipnt.
The inco of these miners was comparable to the middle and upper echelons of London City.
Today, however, an unpleasant sll floated from the deepest part of the mine.
Moreover, bubbles were forming in the cracks of the ground, spilling out a pale grey turbid liquid that would stick to the soles of shoes if one stood still for too long.
When the miners tried to report the strange occurrence to the outside world, all their ans of communication failed.
So terrifying thing was lurking here…
When the supervisor realized sothing was amiss and went to the bottom layer.
The pale grey bubbling liquid filled the lowest level like a swimming pool, with the remains of the miners floating on the surface.
Sniffing the decay in the air, an utmost primitive and evil sensation swept over the mine worker’s heart, the feeling nearly causing an instant death on the spot.
Holding his breath and focusing, he ignited all the candles he carried, hoping to escape in the darkness.
Whoosh…
In an instant, for so reason, all the candles were extinguished.
Slowly, from the grey viscous liquid, nurous spiny soft tentacles congealed, sowhere between liquid and solid, coming together to form a giant, horrifying mouth.
Within its maw was a chaotic abyss filled with heaps of corpses.
The supervisor was so scared that his lower body sprayed black liquid uncontrollably, and his will collapsed.
Just as the devouring was about to be completed… the giant maw suddenly stopped, disassembled back into tentacle shapes and withdrew into the liquid.
The viscous liquid spread throughout the mine seed to regain consciousness, beginning to gather, compress, and shape… seemingly attempting to take on a human form.
Each attempt of fusion resulted in swollen hyperplastic tissue, defying definition as human.
At this mont.
An irregular eye erged from the center of the viscous liquid, watching the mine supervisor.
Without waiting for any reaction, the liquid imdiately poured into his mouth, instantly taking over the supervisor’s body.
Using this as a template to maintain a human posture.
To be safe.
A series of thread-like tentacles grew out from under the skin, stitching up every node where the body could ‘burst apart’, making it look like a “stitched corpse” in its entirety.
“This way… it should hold up for a while, but when I get to London I must find a better vessel.
What a hassle, such troubleso rules, such a troubleso ga, such troubleso life.”
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