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"The time it takes for the evil creatures of the Abyss to be shredded by the light of the crescent moon is about ten seconds, which is less than the survival time of the Moon's Kin under the midday sun. No wonder these things cannot spread widely in Gormouth."

Although he lost a head, which was a prize of war, Bartley wasn't heartbroken.

These insignificant heads are merely for show; he hasn't even encountered an enemy strong enough to force him to draw his chainsaw sword, "Splitter Shark"... Morion's journey has only just begun; there will surely be more worthy evil artifact heads to collect.

——Ling

——short

Soup! (The word "proofread" hasn't been written yet; we'll talk about it after we wake up.)

Chapter 113 The Grand Banquet Flower Garden

The journey from Port Morleine to the Sleeping Sands Clock Tower on the outskirts of the city takes about eight hours on foot. If they walk fast enough, four people can find the location that needs to be explored overnight.

However, that was under the premise that the basic road was intact, and it did not take into account the interference of the evil creatures in the Abyss.

The fallen city of Morion has now completely fallen, reduced to a ruin teeming with evil creatures. Most of the original transportation routes are in ruins, littered with the rubble of weathered buildings, and are almost entirely paralyzed.

Therefore, in Utus's route planning, he decided to spend two days reaching the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower. The first night was used for traveling, while the daytime was spent finding a sufficiently safe and secluded place to hide and recover his strength.

This way, the team would have enough time to conduct reconnaissance when the second night arrived. Trying to cram all the activities into one night would only make the journey excessively rushed and cumbersome, offering no benefit other than increased danger.

"call……"

The inchworm gently adjusted its breathing, trying to conserve the energy consumed with each step.

As a disciple of the Night Moth, he had experience studying the Dance of the Cicadas, and his physical coordination and agility were far superior to those of ordinary people. However, compared to his companions, his advantages were not worth mentioning at all.

Bartley, the head hunter of the Funeral Court, and Utus, a professor of marine science at White Cup, are both engaged in dangerous operations on the front lines. Even traversing city ruins in the twilight, they move with ease.

While Rosalie may not have as much experience as the former, as a member of the Moon's Kin, her endurance and physical abilities are unmatched by ordinary humans.

Last year, when she was assassinated by the Murdoch family in Norrington, she was able to traverse most of the North End alleyways with a silver crossbow bolt lodged in her abdomen, and fully recovered within thirty minutes of receiving treatment from Fran… This demonstrates just how astonishing this racial talent is.

"Mr. Bartley has a distinctive blood aura. He's at five o'clock, four meters away."

After sniffing lightly for a moment, Rosalie twitched her nostrils and revealed the location of the most recent evil creature.

Most of the evil creatures in the Abyss that are transformed from humans have the characteristics of corpses. Their blood is viscous like paste, but it is not completely dried and still has a certain degree of fluidity.

For the reporter, this is a "feature" that can be easily captured and identified.

"learn."

Bartley was already familiar with Rosalie's instructions. He suddenly drew his sword and slashed heavily in the direction she indicated.

It was a half-collapsed wall, and the monstrous creature from the abyss hid in its shadow. The rough, serrated blade of the saw cutter pierced its scales, and thick, dark red to black blood gushed out.

It is still a "human-lipped worm".

"The fifth human-lip worm, are there no other kinds? I'm getting a little tired of them."

Bartley planted one foot on the Abyssal Evil on the ground to stabilize it, then used his other hand, which was not holding a knife, to tightly grip its head, and then pulled out its entire spine along with its head.

"hiss--"

Even with only a skeleton remaining, the human-lipped worm still writhed a few times in Bartley's hands before finally losing all signs of life.

"Throwing it under the moonlight can directly cleanse the corpse and prevent secondary pollution...that's quite convenient."

Bartley lifted the skeleton from the shadows of the city buildings, and after only a moment under the moonlight, it turned into a pile of dark, shattered fragments scattered on the ground.

Utus's gaze was serious, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were pondering something important.

"The closer we get to the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower, the more frequently the evil creatures from the Abyss appear. Could the Bell Tower be a breeding ground for them? Do those mediocre people from the Star Abyss Academy even know what they're doing?"

The density of the evil creatures is increasing, and even with the protection of the waning moonlight, they must still be wary of the shadows cast beneath every piece of rubble. Beware of the terrifying things lurking within.

—Twilight is thinning, and the night is past its halfway point. [仲≯№Ｑﵙ:∨&四？]祾咝叁五榴

"There are about three hours and forty minutes until dawn."

Due to the racial innate ability of the Moon Familia, Rosalie is extremely sensitive to the time of dawn.

Since the time of sunrise is not fixed, even with tools to confirm the time, it takes many steps to match her biological clock.

When night ends and when day begins is merely a matter of rest for other creatures, but for the Moon's Favor... it is a matter of life and death.

"It should take nearly four hours, barring any unforeseen circumstances, to reach the outer perimeter of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower."

The inchworm took out a map that looked like a sheepskin scroll, checked the coordinates, and then said...

"That's too much of a stretch. It's best to prepare a 'safe house' for hiding during the day beforehand. Otherwise, even if we reach the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower, we'll probably be surrounded by evil creatures from the Abyss."

"We'll walk another hour and then look for shelter where we can lie in wait."

Bartley was highly experienced in long-distance travel in harsh environments and knew that one could not rush things when traveling in dangerous places. Caution and patience were essential, with one's own safety and concealment being the top priorities.

"it is good."

The others did not raise any objections to his proposal.

No one would question the Hunter Supervisors in their area of ​​expertise, especially since it directly concerns their own lives.

After another thirty minutes of walking, Rosalie, who had been silent, suddenly bit her lip, and a look of confusion appeared in her deep red eyes.

"The blood tastes stronger now."

"Moreover... this aura feels very strange to me."

Having received several accurate tips from Rosalie, Bartley took her advice quite seriously and immediately asked further questions.

"Strange? Could you describe it in more detail?"

"Let me feel it again."

As she spoke, Rosalie closed her eyes.

After taking several deep breaths, Jiu carefully described the strange feeling of the emanating scent in the surrounding air.

“The existence of evil offspring lies between life and death, so their blood is permeated with the smell of decay and dryness, almost like that of corpses. This is easy to identify.”

"But the scent of blood around me... is too vibrant."

Er could see a deep confusion lingering in her eyes.

"Logically speaking, only fresh blood that has just left the body should have this smell. And blood has a very short shelf life; it will completely coagulate in just a few minutes without anticoagulants."

“A vibrant life is encased and protected by skin, so it shouldn’t be able to exude such a strong blood scent.”

Upon hearing her description, San's gaze flickered almost imperceptibly, as if she were deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about, Professor? Are you aware of this situation?" Lin asked.

Wu Chihuo originally just wanted to ask Professor Baibei if he was aware of the current abnormal situation.

But he was, after all, a disciple of the Night Moth, skilled in deception and manipulation, and he quickly noticed the fleeting seriousness in Utus's expression.

Feeling the inchworm's watchful eye, Utus breathed a sigh of relief and gave his answer a moment later.

"Just a guess."

“I think you probably know more or less about the old story of how the Crown Prince of the Gallonson Court, ‘Murphy Don Gallonson,’ wanted to transform into a mythical creature by holding a blood sacrifice in Morion City.”

"But have you ever thought deeply about why this city was chosen? And what specific ritual was used in the blood sacrifice?"

"Hmm...it seems Professor Utus knows something about this?"

The inchworm was so interested in this secret that it seemed almost impatient. Rosalie was the same.

Looking at the three people beside him, Bartley, who was holding a meat saw, couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly and reluctantly assumed a listening posture.

If he hadn't slain countless evil creatures along the way, he probably would have thought this was a professor leading his students on a field trip. As the three of them discussed this topic, the academic atmosphere subtly became increasingly intense…

However, he was indeed somewhat curious about the situation that Utus had mentioned.

As a hunter supervisor at the Funeral Court, he was naturally aware of the story of how Chief Hunter Aheng killed Crown Prince Galonson in the Fallen City.

However, the case file only provides a brief overview of the process and the outcome, without mentioning some important details.

As they continued their slow, deliberate advance, Utus began to recount the old stories of Morion.

"At the end of the Lost Age, 'Prophet of Desire' Karmion attempted to transform himself into a mythical creature in Morion. However, due to some external factors, he failed."

"But all the conditions for the first type of transformation ritual he used at the time, the [Huayan Flower Garden], had been met. In terms of basic principles, if there were no interference from others... that guy would really become a mythical creature as he wished."

"The unusual feeling Miss Rosalie experienced might be some kind of lingering influence from that ancient ritual."

The inchworm clicked its tongue in amazement upon hearing this, somewhat impressed by the professor's erudition.

To be honest, Utus's robust physique and sailor's attire seemed somewhat incongruous with the title of professor. But as it turned out, his knowledge and expertise were absolutely worthy of the name "debunker."

"The Magnificent Flower Garden... is it a technique under the [Flower of Creation] system?"

Although he had a general idea of ​​this, out of caution regarding academic matters, he still sought confirmation from Utus.

"That's right. It originated from that deity who dwells in an unattainable dream."

Utus nodded slightly, confirming this.

Rather than discussing the classification of the occult, Barthes was more concerned with some practical issues that might be overlooked.

"Hey... In other words, this isn't the first time the city of Morion has been used as a sacrificial site. The first time was initiated by that sorcerer monk, and the second time was orchestrated by the Crown Prince of the Galonson Royal Court."

"Karmien has been dead for so many years, how could that crown prince still manage to carry the ceremony to the very end?"

"Given past precedents, it would be very difficult to conceal a first-class ceremony of this scale..."

What he meant was very simple.

The second sacrifice performed by Crown Prince Murphy must have been approved by the Gellonian court. Even if they did not provide any substantial assistance, they must have at least tacitly approved of it.

The chief hunter's murder of the crown prince and the ending ritual served as a warning to them.

Following Bartley's lead, Utus continued his story.

“Besides the Gallonson Royal Court, many other religious orders were also involved. Gormouth had been weak for a long time, and they were eager to see the birth of a new apostle.”

"Although the increased power of the royal court will put pressure on them, those guys seem to have other plans as well. The Star Abyss Society and the Misty Society are deeply involved, while the Six-Eyed Raven Order is not interested in it."

According to the original plan, the four of them were to travel for another half hour to find a place to hide and lie in wait in order to survive the dangerous daytime.

But quietly, the surrounding environment underwent some subtle changes.

harmonious.

If I had to describe it, it would be a strange sense of harmony.

The ruins of this devastated city now appear orderly and harmonious, with scattered building fragments piled up in an aesthetically pleasing manner to form roads and flowerbeds resembling roses.

The city's current form... is like that of something that has been kneaded and then reshaped, imbued with a strange "beauty".

"Secret Realm".

Among the many secret sects, the Misty Society possesses the highest level of expertise in esoteric practices. Therefore, the Inchworm is extremely sensitive to this, and within moments it had already noticed the changes in its surroundings.

"There's a secret realm within the fallen city? How is that possible? It must have been created later..."

Bartlett seemed quite surprised by this.

Several years ago, when Crown Prince Galonson attempted to ascend the ranks, the Lord of Funerals visited Morion. Had such a large and stable secret realm existed here at that time, it would surely have been destroyed by him.

Therefore, it must have been formed after this time.

But only a few years have passed since then, such a short time that it is almost impossible to create such a complete secret realm.

At this moment, even without Rosalie's reminder, the group could all smell the faint, lingering scent of blood in the air.

Warm, fishy-sweet, and sticky.

However, as a member of the Moon's Kin, she could also detect special information from the increasingly strong scent of blood that ordinary people could not perceive.

"It smells so sweet, like it's overly sweet. Even though it's blood... it's almost indistinguishable from honey."

Rosalie pursed her lips, her eyes filled with apprehension.

Entering the unknown and mysterious realm made her feel very insecure, but her teammates were all calm and showed no fear. This alleviated her tension to some extent.

"As expected, carrying out such special exploration missions is prone to unexpected situations... Be prepared for dangerous encounters, I have a bad feeling."

Bartley drew his butcher knife, flicked it open, revealing its overlapping saw blades. He then placed his other hand on the leather scabbard of his chainsaw sword, "Sharktooth." He appeared poised and ready to strike.

Along the road paved with white gravel, countless delicate tulip-like flowers quietly rise and bloom.

The rich, sweet aroma, accompanied by the lingering scent of blood, gradually filled the entire secret garden, creating a dreamlike and intoxicating atmosphere.

Because of her continuous sniffing, Rosalie unknowingly inhaled a large amount of special gas escaping from the air.