OBS Chapter 3485 The Undying Spirit
Chapter 3485 The Undying Spirit
Chapter 3485 The Undying Spirit
The locations of all the rooms are constantly changing, so the owner of this room, like the witches, simply recorded information about the many rooms he had explored. He is not completely invincible here.
However, now was not the time to examine this carefully. After confirming that everything that could be looted had been packed up and turned into toys, the two set up a simple trap in the room using the items they had, and then returned to the front of the coffin.
The cast-iron black coffin looked quite old and heavy; such ornate iron coffins were usually used by liches. As for vampires, Mr. Bernhardt has repeatedly emphasized that they don't actually sleep in coffins; they also really like beds.
"Then I will unlock it—the key to the door."
Shad's fingers rested on the keyhole of the coffin and gently turned it. A strange clicking sound rang out, and silver arcane lock marks appeared on the surface of the coffin. As the silver faded, the coffin was opened.
Wait ten seconds and look at the closed door again. Black mist seeps in through the crack in the door, then gathers at the doorway until a soul radiating a dim black light floats out.
"The Sword of Dawn's Oath!"
Miss Cohens, having already gathered her strength, swung her sword, the light and shadow it cast creating a curtain of dawn. But the glowing sword was blocked by the spirit that appeared to be male.
It floated in the air, its spirit form black yet transparent. It was over two meters tall, and wore a brown stand-up collar trench coat.
With a flick of her wrist, [Dawn Breaker] slipped from Miss Cohens's grasp and flew towards the ceiling. The undead's right hand reached for Miss Cohens's head, but the huntress's left hand formed a hand seal, and a golden shield resembling the [Heathon Sign] popped out, only to be pierced directly by the undead.
But that didn't matter. The sword on the ceiling hummed and flew back automatically, severing the undead's outstretched right arm. As the spirit regenerated, Miss Cohens took a deep breath, gripping the sword once more, and then unleashed a strike that seemed to illuminate the entire room:
"Heavy Strike - Sword of Dawn's Oath!"
While the spellcasting performed with a sword may seem like a warrior's technique, the flow of ether proves that it is indeed some kind of arcane art.
The first rays of dawn dispelled the eerie winds surrounding the undead. This time, it didn't reach out to block them, but instead allowed the spirit to become ethereal again, transforming back into a cloud of black mist, and then suddenly appearing next to the pile of skeletons in the center of the room.
Miss Cohens's sword flashed directly at the door, but the door remained intact due to the hotel's special rules.
As she turned around, the undead had already reached for the pile of bones. A deep black light was absorbed into its body, and Miss Cohens, after a slight pause, leaped to the corner of the room—
With a deafening roar, the bomb she had placed among the pile of bones exploded.
As skulls and bone fragments flew everywhere, shimmering blue dust adhered directly to the undead with the explosion of the bomb. This was one of the few remaining alchemical bombs in Miss Cohen's bag, and the blue dust was "exorcising dust," a formula that still existed even in the time when outsiders lived there.
The formula for this peculiar alchemical substance was modified and strengthened multiple times in Miss Coens's lineage. Now, after the explosion, the exorcising dust even caused a corrosive effect on the surface of the spirit.
It dodged the hunter's sword strike once more, and seized an opportunity amidst the witch's increasingly fierce sword dance to spew out a cloud of foul-smelling black mist.
The "cloud of necromancy" temporarily forced Miss Cohens back, and her soul quickly arrived beside the coffin under the overturned bed.
It noticed an angel statue with its hands covering its face standing by the bed. Inspiration reminded it that the statue seemed somewhat unfamiliar, but the light of dawn behind it had already broken through the cloud of death.
The inspiration that had just begun was interrupted, and the coffin lid was opened, revealing the "corpse" sleeping inside, which looked exactly like the deceased.
So he wasn't an undead at all, but a necromancer who had deliberately transformed himself into an undead to facilitate his movements in the hotel.
The spirit flew toward his own body, attempting to reappear in human form. In his spirit form, he was severely countered by the witch's power, but once he lost his undead characteristics, Miss Koens would be no match for him.
Just moments before the spirit was about to touch the corpse:
"Corrupted blood mist!"
The crimson poisonous mist spewed from Shad beside the coffin passed through the spirit, instantly corroding the "corpse" into stark white bones. Then, to the spirit's astonishment, even the bones turned into bubbles within the crimson mist.
It turned around to see who was casting the spell, and was then struck in the face by a blood-red whip:
"Soul Whip!"
Whether as a spirit or a human, it had never experienced such intense pain. Its consciousness even went blank for a few seconds due to the sudden surge of pain, and when it regained its senses, the blade, radiating the glow of dawn, had already pierced through its spirit body from behind.
The power of death was dispelled by the glow of dawn, and the spirit weakened at a visible rate, but soon an even more intense aura of death surged forth, even suppressing the power of the sage-level relic:
“Now, I am finally a complete dead!” (Ancient language of the Quaternary Period)
"Spirits fear my chains even more!"
The jet-black chains, flashing with nine runes of the Great Sin, immediately bound the spirit. Although the spirit's violent struggles made the chains clang, it was fortunate that it was not yet able to break free from the chains that could bind even ancient evil spirits.
"This spirit itself is immortal."
Miss Cohen found this quite unbelievable:
"What exactly did it do to its own soul? Did it completely refuse to move forward, leaving itself no way out?"
Every soul has the right to continue "moving forward," and this is the soul's noblest right. To actively refuse this right is to desecrate the soul itself, which is far more serious than believing in an evil god.
This means that the soul can no longer reach its end, and its fate is similar to that of the "Undying Ghost Bernhardt" that Shad had seen in his "past life." Therefore, Shad now understands why the other party is here:
“If it didn’t possess such special characteristics, and it was merely a study of souls and the dead, there wouldn’t be a room here. We don’t need to solve it; our purpose has already been achieved.”
The two chains of great sin were barely enough to restrain them. The two then quickly picked up the lantern and candle they had just placed on the ground and retreated out of the room.
But when Miss Cohens tried to open the door, she unexpectedly discovered that it had been tampered with. When she reached for the doorknob, she triggered an instant-death curse. Fortunately, she was lucky enough that the instant-death effect did not take hold, or so she thought.
But in Shad's eyes, it was a different, more horrifying scene: the black mist, symbolizing death, collided with the seven-colored light, symbolizing illusion, that emerged behind her and then disappeared, clearly indicating that the power of the demon had protected her, the host.
However, Shad still pretended that he hadn't noticed anything.
As they both retreated back into the corridor, the door closed and the chains disappeared, and a howling sound, seemingly emanating from the soul, echoed from within the room, even making Shad feel slightly dizzy. They braced themselves against the door after closing it, then, amidst the violent impact, quickly used the key that lay at their feet to lock it from the inside. The door, as well as Shad and Miss Cohens in the corridor, jolted, but thankfully, they had managed to lock it.
Xia De finally breathed a sigh of relief and summarized the situation with the enemy:
"He is a scholar who studies necromancy and souls, so he is still considered a living person. That's why he had a torch when he first came here a long time ago. But after transforming his soul into what it is now, he has the potential to become an evil being that can continue to exist even after the end of the world."
"Isn't the apocalypse a bit too exaggerated?"
The black-haired huntress, leaning against the door, smiled and said that this was the first time Shad had ever seen her smile.
"It's no exaggeration. After all, I've seen similar things before, but this is the first time I've seen one that's man-made. What exactly did it do to itself?"
This question is destined to remain unanswered, but the fact that nothing similar has appeared since before the apocalypse suggests that the other party's technology is unreproducible, or at least not leaked, which is good news.
The two felt a sense of relief after successfully completing their mission, but the corridor was not a safe place and they couldn't stay there indefinitely.
Ten minutes left.
She whispered, reminding Shad that this time adventure was coming to an end. Thinking that he originally had twice as much time to continue exploring the secrets of the inn and his companions, and even have a chance to see the traces left by the werewolf girl from the past, Shad felt even more hatred for the "House of the False Humans."
He now fully understood Dr. Schneider's emotions.
"There are actually other ways to break through the walls of the [Fake House]."
As they continued on their way, Miss Cohen noticed that Shad seemed a bit down, and assumed he was worried about what would happen next. Shad had already mentioned the matter of the "House of the Pseudo-Humans" in front of the fireplace, so she knew the problems he was currently facing.
“I’ve read a record that says weapons made from unicorn horns can briefly break through the walls of the ‘House of the Pseudo-Humans.’ It’s from a note left by someone from the past. I have a short dagger here made primarily of unicorn horn, which I usually use for self-defense. Here, Mr. Hamilton, you can have it. It may not be useful, but it’s worth a try.”
As she spoke, she reached for her skirt, which, for ease of movement, was more like a kind of armor. The dagger was likely strapped to her inner thigh—a last resort for the girls to protect themselves.