In the pitch-black Void, a figure in a black robe suddenly appeared, as if spat out by some creature of the darkness, their body bathed in blood, floating in the Void.
It took quite a while before the black-robed figure regained some semblance of consciousness from his confusion.
“What kind of undead was that, to be so powerful…” His eyes were vacant as he recalled the recent encounter, feeling a chill down his spine.
A pang of pain shot through his right arm.
“Hiss—” the figure in the black robe gasped, and began unraveling his tattered cloak.
His face was covered with a strange copper gear mask, obscuring his features. His upper body was lean and lengthy, but now it was marred with various lacerations. Especially his right arm, from which a large chunk of flesh had been ripped away, exposing the bone underneath.
Most horrifically, the shattered bone was covered in a black fluidic substance that was rapidly eroding his right hand.
“It seems there’s no other way,” he said, looking at his nearly severed right arm and making a decision.
A flash of cold light swept past, and he cut off his right arm, casting it into the endless Void below.
Because of the presence of the black fluidic substance, his severed hand probably wouldn’t last long before being completely devoured; thus, he needn’t worry about his blood information being exposed even if discarded.
Looking at the empty space where his right arm used to be, he exhaled, a faint glow flickered in his eyes. Then, the broken bone started growing, the flesh moved like worms, covering the bone. In just half a minute, his right arm was restored.
However, compared to the previous arm, this newly grown one seemed thinner and paler.
“I’ll make do with this for now, and look for a way to transplant another arm when I get back,” the figure in the black robe… his cloak now gone, he should be referred to as ‘the man in the mask’ – he sighed.
“Let’s see what information I’ve got?” the man in the mask pondered for a moment as if recalling something.
After a while, he raised an eyebrow.
“Having just left there, I didn’t expect the information to point back to that place again; I do seem to have some fate with it.” The man in the mask thought: “Might as well take a look, and verify the information I’ve got.”
With that, the man in the mask glanced towards a certain point in the Void, and his body transformed into a streak of light, vanishing from sight.
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Outside the Black Castle.
Even though there were a large number of Wizards on guard, Angel still faced dangers while clearing the undead.
For example, at this moment, Angel was caught in a perilous situation.
Out of the uneven black soil, a pale hand unexpectedly reached out.
The moment Angel saw the hand, his first thought was, “Such slender fingers, distinct joints; these are the hands of someone naturally suited to playing the piano. If Jon saw these hands, he’d probably consider training her as an artist… Although, first, those nails would need trimming.”
Before he could finish assessing the hand, its owner struggled and crawled out from underneath the ground.
Black hair cascading like a waterfall, veins bulging on the cheeks, malicious white eyes, and the gloomy aura swirling around her – all of which clearly revealed her identity.
This was an undead.
As she opened her mouth and let out an angry roar, Angel raised his gun and aimed it at her forehead.
As she turned into white smoke and charged towards Angel, the gun trembled, and with a buzzing sound, ripples emanated from the muzzle.
Ultimately, this female undead couldn’t escape her fate of dissipation.
However, at that moment, Angel heard a shout near his ear, “Watch your back!”
As the shout settled, Angel felt a chilling wind behind him. It was so close to his nape that it felt like someone was breathing gently onto his skin.
Someone was behind him!
And they were very, very close!
As he grasped this information, Angel’s scalp tingled. He had been constantly perceptive, so how had he failed to sense someone approaching?
Just as Angel was about to turn and check the situation, a familiar wave passed through his mind.
It was Sanders’ voice, transmitted through the Mind Ribbon.
“Don’t look back; behind you are two Infant Spirits. Though they won’t cause you much harm, if they see your face, it will get messy…” Sanders’ voice rushed through.
Although Sanders didn’t specify what trouble would follow, Angel dared not ignore his warning.
“You may not turn around, but you can use your spiritual power to observe them,” Sanders said.
As Angel was about to ask if he could use his spiritual power to see them, Sanders preemptively answered his question.
With his Spirit Tentacle detached, Angel could clearly see two infants clinging to each shoulder. However, these infants were in no way cute, their bodies pitch black, with only their eyes red as blood.
They were motionless, but their blood-red eyes just stared straightforward over his shoulders. If Angel turned his head, no matter which direction it was, they’d immediately be in their line of sight.
“Where did these two Infant Spirits come from? Why didn’t I feel their presence at all until they climbed onto Angel’s shoulders?” It was only then that he felt a chill in the air.
“They appeared when your attention was focused on their mother. And since you killed their mother, they would naturally cling to you.”
Sanders’s reply caused Angel to be stunned for a moment.
The slender-fingered female undead he had killed, was she the mother of these two Infant Spirits?
But Angel clearly remembered the Blood Bath Ceremony at Black Castle. Weren’t all the women pursued pure virgins? How could Infant Spirits be present? Could it be that there were men inside the Black Castle as well?
Seeing that Angel remained silent for a long time without continuing his climb to the mountain’s peak, Sanders looked over. From Angel’s complicated expression, he could roughly guess what Angel was thinking.
“Don’t let your imagination run wild. Black Castle has long since become a place where the yin energy of the undead swirls around, so attracting undead from other places is a normal phenomenon.”
There could be male undead, not just female ones.