Chapter 629: Chapter 629: Just Missing This One Ti
“Roar! Damn it, you actually have the dirty golden cup! Where did you find it?” Richter was sowhat surprised, but even more delighted.
“That’s a long story,” said Chen Ke. If Richter knew what this thing was used for, that would be perfect.
“Well, how you got it isn’t important. What’s important is that we have this thing now, so everything else should be easy from here on out.” Richter lost his composure in excitent, and Chen Ke noticed that he used the word “we.”
“Why don’t you go in, but instead sit at the entrance?” Chen Ke asked.
“You think I haven’t been inside? This city is constantly changing. Every ti it’s dismantled, the next ti it reappears, it has so new tricks,” Richter explained.
“What do you an by ‘changes’? Is it the surrounding environnt or…” Chen Ke continued to ask.
Coming out once every hundred years, being taken apart by Demon Hunters… then another hundred years pass before it erges again… Does this guy from 1919 not know about deities?
Deities can’t be killed; no one has a chance against them, let alone the dreams made by a god. What the Demon Hunters do is but stir the god’s clear dream, round and round, repeating through generations.
“It seems your tutors haven’t taught you properly… Maybe it’s because I’ve stayed here too long; otherwise, I wouldn’t have encountered you. This city and this mountain won’t change, but every ti you enter, its interior will be different. Based on the era the City Lord cos from, it changes its decorative style and rearranges the corridors and rooms, like a living labyrinth,” Richter said.
“Okay, I get it now. I guess the castle inside must have 19th-century decor, and you’ve already been inside?” Chen Ke asked, arms crossed, continuing to inquire.
Chen Ke felt he’d pieced together a clearer deduction: the City Lord, the blood of filth, and the centennial cycle.
This city, or rather, the true master of this dream, is a deity that transforms the Clan with blood, and to enter this dream, one must possess such blood…
Chen Ke finally understood where his Divine Blood Bullet ability had co from… It seed that during his last trip to Langdon, in the mories he’d lost, he had acquired the blood of this deity…
This was also why Maria said he had their blood.
Chen Ke guessed that the person with the highest level of Clan transformation could beco the City Lord, but unfortunately, the organization of Demon Hunters would send people to wrench out everything together with the city, effectively exorcising the entire dreamscape.
However, as long as the deity existed, it could have the sa dream again. The expulsion from a previous dreamscape to the ergence of the next would have precisely a hundred years in between.
Thus, the entire 19th-century journey through Langdon never once detached itself from the matter of blood.
This Demon Hunter nad Richter, in front of him, also possessed the blood of that deity—it was clear. But why did they insist on contending with this castle?
“I guess the dangers inside the city are a piece of cake for you, and you’ve rely been stuck on sothing,” Chen Ke said.
“True, aside from so phantoms of the Blood Clan, there’s nothing difficult inside. But there’s a door that requires your dirty golden cup to open,” Richter explained.
“So it’s called the dirty golden cup.” Chen Ke looked at the large cup in his hand, from which a disgusting stench wafted.
“Alright, Klein, which era are you from? You’re wearing clothes from over 20 years ago, but the weapons in your hands are even more advanced than mine,” Richter asked keenly, piecing together clues from their previous conversation.
“Have you t other Demon Hunters before?” Chen Ke deflected the question.
“I know that Hunters occasionally encounter predecessors or successors from other eras within Demon City, but it’s rare because things are always over quickly. This is my first ti, and I suspect I’ve only t you because I’ve been delayed here for too long,” said Richter, sowhat embarrassed.
“No worries… Luckily, we have this cup now. Let’s go and open that door,” Chen Ke said.
Richter could tell that Chen Ke didn’t want to reveal too much, so he didn’t press further. The two of them clattered up the stone steps and ran through the castle gate.
Upon entering the pitch-dark castle, Chen Ke felt as if he had gone blind, and it took a few seconds to adjust to the indoor lighting.
Snowflakes blew in through the crack of the door, landing on the magnificent oak floor and piling into a small patch of white. He had thought that indoor temperatures would change, but it remained as freezing as ever. No wonder Richter preferred sitting outside, where at least nothing would attack him.
“This city… it’s crumbling from the inside out,” Chen Ke observed.
Walls were peeling, floors cracking, and the once-magnificent decor had lost its color. Few windows on the walls were intact, with cold wind blowing in through the broken panes. If the deity was dreaming, it must not be a very happy one.
“I don’t know either, but there are still dangers,” Richter pointed down a distant corridor, to the right of a staircase in the great hall leading to an annex. Shadows bustled within, and upon closer inspection, Chen Ke saw what appeared to be waiters carrying trays.
“Where does that lead?” Chen Ke inquired.
“I’ve been there. Across from the corridor is the banquet hall; going up the stairs, the left path leads to the clock tower; the right path has collapsed, otherwise one could reach the throne room. anwhile, the corridor to the left under the stairs leads to the library. The door I ntioned that can’t be opened is located in the servants’ rest area behind the banquet hall,” Richter explained.
“Then you should have taken them all out,” Chen Ke stated.
“I told you, the city has co up with new tricks; every ti you leave through the main door, everything inside is restored,” Richter explained.
“Fuck…” Chen Ke was speechless.
“So, we have to do it again. To get to the servants’ rest area, we first have to go to the library to get a key to open the banquet hall door. There’s an electrified defense chanism in the library that needs to be turned off from the clock tower…” Richter continued talkatively.
“Alright, alright… that’s enough… Can I just wait here for a while, and then act together with you after you’ve dealt with those things? You’re more familiar with the place on your own…” Chen Ke wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Hey… buddy, don’t be so impatient. I’ve been here many tis, and you’re only here for the first ti. I always thought I’d missed sothing, but it turned out I was missing a thing. I just needed you this ti,” Richter reassured.
“Okay, okay… lead the way,” Chen Ke resignedly hoisted his gun and followed Richter towards the clock tower.
At that mont, he heard the sound of the giant insect flapping its wings again.
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