The black sun hangs high

Chapter 240 Cheers!

With the wisdom possessed by the roots of destiny, they are fully capable of understanding the meaning of threat and deterrence, and of comprehending the absolute difference brought about by the difference in strength.

Therefore, after Hugh successfully blocked the attack launched by the roots and raised the Hound's Fang, all the Fate Roots stopped moving at that moment.

Their surrender was far too swift.

It was even faster than those people Hugh had ever met.

The moment they realized the relationship between hunter and prey was about to be reversed, these roots of fate completely gave up resistance. They folded their wings and fell to the ground, making a series of sounds that were completely different from before, as if they were begging for mercy.

However, Hugh did not stop.

The Mirror Messenger's Stand appeared behind Hugh. This figure, who looked exactly like Hugh, silently took a step, stomped hard on the ground, and precisely stepped on a root of fate that was trying to crawl towards Hugh. Then, he quickly swung his hand, and the black claws derived from the Touch of Karljun easily tore the despicable attacker into several pieces.

At the same time, several new Karron tentacles appeared beside Hugh, and following Hugh's command, they quickly thrust out in all directions, finding more Fate Roots that were trying to launch sneak attacks from nearby hiding places.

In an instant, a strong, pungent odor filled the air—the smell of the corrosive fluids of the Roots of Destiny rapidly evaporating.

This time, however, Hugh was no longer affected by these auras.

With the help of the multiple magical defenses he quickly set up and the metal disc in his mental world, Hugh easily broke free from the illusionary power constructed by the Fate Roots. He narrowed his eyes, slightly shifted his right hand, and then the fierce roar of the palace hounds rang out as the trigger was pulled. The oppressive roar directly destroyed the extremely irritating "clicking" sounds, and at the same time, it turned a considerable number of Fate Roots that were clinging to the wall into nothingness on the spot.

Now it's quiet.

All the roots of fate that had been making noise before stopped in place. This time, they not only folded their wings, but also retracted their outstretched limbs. As for their long tongues, which were important organs, they hid them directly inside their bodies and dared not stick them out again.

Hugh chuckled coldly, and a Karron Tentacle swept out, hooking directly onto the remaining part of the leader of the whiskers, forcibly pulling it out of the jar behind it, and slamming it heavily to the ground.

These roots were clearly incredibly resilient. Although they appeared to be very easy to tear or cut, their bodies, composed of yellow and green hues, possessed an even greater abundance of power. Even after suffering such severe damage, they still retained considerable vitality. At least the piece of remains that Hugh had pulled out could still wriggle, and countless eyes were visible on the broken tongue exposed from the cavity. Without exception, they were all looking in Hugh's direction, their pupils revealing an extremely clear and obvious look of fear.

Now, the metal disc's rotation speed finally began to decrease, and based on this, Hugh judged that he had completed the conquest of these bizarre creations.

Seeing that all the roots of fate had given up resistance, Hugh lowered his right hand, and the Hound's Fang disappeared from his palm. The "loyal henchmen" gathered around him also slowly retreated at Hugh's instruction, leaving the already fragmented remains of the roots of fate behind.

Of them, Snich clearly had the worst temper.

Perhaps because the Running Rats had been harassed by the Roots of Fate in ancient times, Sniggy now clearly had the idea of ​​taking revenge. Before retreating, it deliberately jumped twice on the flattened roots, wishing it could crush them into mincemeat.

The highly intelligent roots dared not voice any objection to the treatment they had received. The roots that were still intact moved forward slowly after Shug retreated. They silently used their bodies and limbs to gather up their kin, which had been reduced to fragments but were still alive, and carried them to the rear.

This scene is somewhat eerie and disgusting.

Hughes saw these strange creatures constantly using their flexible limbs to "pry" the remains of their kind from the ground. If they couldn't retrieve them, they would even use their mouths to gnaw and suck them up, a sight that was extremely disturbing.

"What is this doing?"

Hugh couldn't help but mutter to himself, but then Theseus's voice came from the side: "Of course they are collecting remains. In this respect, they are not much different from the civilizations and races you know."

Hugh turned his head slightly and saw that Theseus had come to his usual seat at some point, and was now idly playing with an ornament on the table.

So Hugh asked, "Restrain? Restrain with your mouth?"

"That's not about eating; it's about reclaiming the power left behind by our kind for the entire clan."

Theseus patiently explained, “I know they don’t look quite right to your taste, but according to the views of modern anthropologists, they are truly ‘social beings.’ This is a necessary part of the continuation and development of their species. Besides, you’re the one who made them look like this. What, you won’t even let the victims clean them up themselves?”

“The victim…hesitating, whatever you say goes.”

Hughes was now able to ignore Theseus's taunts, so he frowned as he watched the remaining roots of fate stuff the collected remains of their kind into the jar behind him. The yellowish-green liquid inside swirled like a whirlpool in the ocean once more, and the remains quickly dissolved in the swirling motion, turning back into part of the viscous liquid.

After that, all the individual roots of destiny that grew out of the container returned to their original positions. As the liquid swirled, they gradually regained their original embracing posture. The black mist that was originally used to seal the container finally reappeared. As the thick mist drifted, the twisted roots gradually lost their grotesque shapes, and the container organ that held the viscous liquid finally returned to its original "water dispenser" appearance in the mist.

However, now, Hugh saw that the previously empty bucket was now filled with some flowing liquid.

After the previous changes, their colors were no longer those nauseating yellow and green. Under the light, these liquids seemed to become clear, but as they flowed, Hugh could still glimpse a slightly psychedelic, colorful glow.

It was as if some mysterious, invisible force was hidden within these liquids. "This..."

Recalling his past experiences of gaining power from the Dream Sanctuary, Hugh felt a sense of foreboding. He looked nervously in Theseus's direction, only to see the other man making a "cheers" gesture towards him, a wide grin spreading across his misty face.

He looks so irritating.

Hugh's nostrils twitched slightly.

At this moment, the lingering, foul smell of the roots of fate still hung in the air, constantly reminding Hugh that the liquid in the water dispenser was probably not as pleasant as it appeared.

Hugh's patience and determination are certainly strong, but that doesn't mean he has the determination to stuff those bizarre things into his mouth.

Clinging to his last shred of resolve, he swallowed hard and asked Theseus, "This liquid looks like quite a lot; I need to get it..."

"All of them, of course, all of them."

Theseus, with that damned grinning expression, said in a slightly fluctuating voice, "If you don't want the benefits and power you gain to be diminished, then you'd better not leave a drop. Don't worry, it's just a matter of a few large cups... This can be considered a 'fine wine' from a long time ago, you must try it."

However, Hugh's gaze remained subtle, and the next second, Theseus changed his form and voice once again, and a mischievous remark with a distinct Theseusian style floated over.

"What? Darling, are you hoping for my encouragement?"

Hughes couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and he turned and went to the water dispenser.

He carefully examined the strange liquid in the bucket for two seconds, then raised his hand with a serious expression, and a translucent water glass made of magic immediately appeared in his hand.

Then, Hugh took a deep breath, and as he flipped the button on the water dispenser, the clear liquid with a strange magical glow immediately flowed out and poured into the magical water glass in his hand.

To Hugh's surprise, the liquids did not emit any strange odor.

Adhering to the principle that a short pain is worse than a long one, Hugh forcibly dismissed the image of the yellowish-green slime in his mind, gritted his teeth, lifted the cup, and brought it to his lips.

After finally finishing his mental preparation, Hughes steeled himself, looked up, and poured the unknown liquid from the cup into his mouth.

It is viscous and cold, like some kind of chilled gelatin.

This is how Hugh felt when his mouth came into contact with these liquids. As Hugh made a swallowing motion, the strange power hidden inside these cold liquids began to erupt. As the cold sensation slid down Hugh's throat, he also felt a series of stinging pains.

Hugh felt as if the liquid had transformed into cold, sharp knives and needles in an instant. As the liquid slid down, Hugh felt as if his body was being "dissected" from the inside out.

Of course, these liquids brought not only pain. As the power within them began to take effect, a new change also occurred within Shug's spiritual world. The metal disc that served as the carrier of Shug's power began to rotate faster and more orderly. A root-like trace, like mercury, began to extend outward from the very center of the disc. It did not connect with any of the fixed grooves, but cleverly bypassed all obstacles, slowly moving towards the outer edge of the disc.

As Hugh swallowed the second and third cups of liquid, the trail successfully crossed the two rings that were already inscribed with numerous abilities. But it did not stop; instead, it continued forward. To Hugh's astonishment, the trail had already faintly reached a completely new realm.

It stopped just outside the edge of the new ring that Hugh had not yet been inscribed with any magical abilities. Seeing this, Hugh didn't care about anything else. He poured out all the remaining liquid in the water dispenser in one go, barely managing to make a cup and a half, and then swallowed it all in one gulp.

The silver liquid, replenished with power, continued its slow journey. Finally, in the last instant before its power was exhausted, it successfully touched the edge of that new territory. This subtle breakthrough brought about a remarkable change to Hugh's mental world in an instant.

With a deafening roar, Hugh's spirit was pulled into the very center of the metal disc by an immense force.

Here, the enormous, constantly rotating disc seemed to have transformed into a magnificent mechanical platform. Hugh was now standing above the green crystal. He turned his gaze and saw that the new path opened up by the silver power was connected to the crystal beneath his feet. At this moment, the magic power within the crystal was slowly flowing forward along this path.

The dark green hue gradually replaced the mercury color in the path, and as this color successfully reached its destination, the new ring also joined the rotation of the whole ring. Accompanied by a thunderous roar that shook the spiritual world, Hugh saw that the psychedelic color unique to the Fate Roots race began to appear, outlining intricate patterns in this new realm.

The originally hideous and twisted roots of fate lost their ugly appearance on the metal disc. Their lines became soft and natural, as if they had truly become the huge roots rooted in Vain.

Hugh saw that one of the grooves inside this new ring had begun to change. As Hugh's vision "closed in," he saw that the inside of this groove seemed to have evolved into a vast ancient lake. Inside this lake, the figures of the Roots of Destiny were beginning to appear. These new inhabitants of the metal discs were constantly moving through the swamp, seemingly getting familiar with this new home.

At the same time, a concept originating from an ancient era slowly drifted up from the depths of Hugh's spiritual ocean and appeared clearly before Hugh's eyes.

“The invisible Lord of Destiny descends upon the world, and wherever his power goes, roots grow… When the roots flourish, the deity knows everything and is omniscient.”

(End of this chapter)