Chapter 436: Chapter 436 Blood Pool
At the end of the corridor, there was no longer a door but a wall of flesh.
This flesh wall seed to be breathing, continuously expanding and contracting, squeezing cracks into the walls around the door fra. Through the thin skin, Chen Ke could see the flesh and intestines inside swelling and retracting.
Without a word, Chen Ke swung his axe at the flesh wall, creating a gash that oozed blood. The flesh wall shuddered and slowly shifted inward.
He raised his axe and chopped several tis, forcing the mass of flesh to retreat with each strike. Chen Ke imbued the axe with Magic Flas, gripped it with both hands, and delivered a more forceful blow. The flesh trembled violently and, with a gurgling sound, was sucked into a large hole in the center of the room.
Chen Ke stepped into the room and looked down into the large hole on the floor, estimating it to be about six ters in diater.
He peered down into the darkness, unable to see anything. That’s when Chen Ke realized he had never thought to carry a light source with him.
“That candlestick could have been useful, but I’m too dumb, lighting it up wouldn’t be as effective as a regular flashlight,” Chen Ke seriously thought.
“Besides, I used it up at the research institute. I should buy a powerful flashlight to carry with in case of ergencies,” he murmured to himself, pondering what to do now.
The room was completely bare, no windows or doors, let alone furniture, with only the large hole in the center remaining. Chen Ke searched his body for a mont but found nothing suitable to throw down.
His pistol and axe were out of the question, and he certainly couldn’t throw away his entire suit of Florence attire, so he decided to throw down a bottle of blood.
He took out a blood bottle he had picked up from the Secret Keeper and tossed it down into the hole, wanting to see how deep it was.
Unexpectedly, just a few seconds after leaving his hand, a sound of hitting the ground echoed in the darkness, and judging by the echo, Chen Ke determined that there was a large Blood Pool below.
With no other path available, jumping down was the only option. Chen Ke gripped his axe, took a deep breath, and jumped into the pitch-black hole with a grunt.
During the descent, it felt as though many people were whispering in his ear, and for so reason, a series of thoughts flashed through his mind.
“Mr. William from King University found , and under his guidance, I made a breakthrough in my despair over neurological diseases. He provided so volunteer-donated blood, which I injected into Katherine’s body. Though I was initially perplexed, it really worked! I tried to draw my own blood to transfuse Katherine so I wouldn’t need to visit Mr. William every week… But it seed ineffective, and Mr. William never ntioned where his volunteers ca from…”
Chen Ke landed with a thud, his waist cracking as he gritted his teeth in a suppressed groan.
“Damn it… threw out my back…” Chen Ke muttered as he pounded on his lower back and stretched to relieve the pain.
Jumping blindly into the darkness, not knowing the depth, had made it difficult to prepare for the landing.
Below was pitch-black, and Chen Ke looked up to see the hole above, now the size of a palm—if one were to estimate, the depth was indeed quite significant…
The light from the hole seed to be swallowed by the surrounding darkness, plunging him into complete blackness.
He probed the ground with his foot, feeling a wave of liquid rise above his ankle. Unsure whether it was blood or so other kind of water, his surroundings posed a more pressing issue for Chen Ke to deal with.
He activated his Spiritual Vision and saw himself surrounded by rings and rings of humanoid figures.
“Fell into their lair…” Chen Ke scoffed. He made his axe blade erupt with flas, lengthening the axe handle, which deford slightly from the intense heat, making the axe’s chanism less agile.
“ 1 minute”
“ 1 minute”
“ 1 minute”
“ 1 minute”
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These monsters were nurous, but they were too weak for Chen Ke at the mont. Under the glow of the fire, the red, skinny humanoid monsters sward towards him, reminding Chen Ke of the initial battle at the West Gold Building.
An Helei’s bear was burning fiercely, the Magic Flas lighting up this underground space and causing the blood-red Blood Pool to boil along with the rising temperature.
Chen Ke held the axe in both hands, mimicking Wolverine’s moves and spinning it around for fun; after two spins, he switched to holding the handle in his right hand and finished with a big windmill move.
At that mont, an unexpected situation occurred: the blade of the axe broke off from the handle due to the high temperature.
Perhaps the Secret Keeper had not anticipated that their weapon would operate in a high-temperature environnt. The enchanted blade continued to burn, and the surrounding continuously rising room temperature made the fragile connecting rod brittle and pale.
The axe itself had a retractable structure; the handle was hollow, and finally, under the intense heat, it could no longer hold up and burned through.
The blade of the axe clanged far away, and all Chen Ke was left with was a stick of moderate length; he had no choice but to pull out his handgun and start shooting.
Even without the Holy Relics and weapons, Chen Ke was not at a loss against these monsters; after all, no one could take An Helei’s bear, and it consud nothing when used.
The only downside was that An Helei’s bear also caused damage to him, as after all, he was not the Fla Witch, and the flas were not kind to him.
This made him heavily reliant on the fla immunity effect of the An Helei Elegy’s armor when using this relic.
Under the scan of Spiritual Vision, the outlines of the monsters around him were continually decreasing. The temperature of over 100 degrees Celsius made the monsters dive into the blood water in pain while blisters ford on his face from the heat.
This was indeed a tactic that killed a thousand enemies and hard oneself by nine hundred.
A temperature of 100 degrees Celsius could kill any living being; blood would coagulate, cells and bacteria would die, the body would blister and scald, and one would severely dehydrate.
Chen Ke was still standing only because his self-healing ability was continuously working, which also ant he was enduring non-stop tornt from the roasting.
But it had to be said that after gaining this ability, Chen Ke’s tolerance for pain had increased significantly.
Like Wolverine, who, because he could not die, could endure more severe injuries, and because he always suffered more severe injuries, what he considered severe differed completely from what ordinary people considered severe.
For Chen Ke now, it wasn’t considered injury if it wasn’t a broken arm, leg, or disemboweled stomach; as long as there was life left, even if soone slit his stomach and he had to stuff his intestines back with his hands, he would recover.
When the surroundings quieted down and no humanoid outlines could be seen, Chen Ke then stored An Helei’s bear, and his face, covered in burns and blisters, instantly healed completely.
These monsters were inherently fragile, each second providing only 1 minute of killing power; even with them swarming, it was not enough to cover Chen Ke’s self-healing expenditure.
He took out a soul of suffering, snapped it crisply, and the original 95-hour lifespan limit suddenly jumped to 150 hours.
A soul of suffering could increase the limit by 50 hours, and Chen Ke still had 65 of them.
150 hours… Could he use that gun once? Chen Ke carefully recalled that in the containnt station at the research institute, the first ti he used that deadly gun, the life limit seed to be 156 hours…
“Not enough, need to squeeze another one… But…” Chen Ke hesitated; this would instantly add 50 hours, and if he used it a third ti, it would be a bit of a loss.
He decided to hold off and see, perhaps in the year 1859, there was a chance to get a smaller deford soul.
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