The black sun hangs high

Chapter 94 Violent Measures
Yes.

Right here in this dreamlike sanctuary.

Right there in that corridor that Hugh was so familiar with, this strange wolf-beast, whose name Hugh did not know and whose origin he did not know, successfully broke through the defense that Hugh had built using the Touch of Karron and bit down hard on Hugh's head from above.

That mouth was so deformed and so large that when it opened to its fullest extent, it almost completely covered Hugh's head, neck, and even half of his chest.

With a crisp sound, the exaggerated mouth closed successfully, its sharp teeth colliding with each other, yet not a single trace of blood or flesh fell from between its teeth.

The instant he saw the giant mouth open towards him, Hugh reacted instinctively, causing his upper body to completely enter the misty state of the Mirror Messenger.

As the wolf-beast closed its mouth, the thick smoke formed from its body immediately dissipated. At the same time, the power from the messenger in the mirror was directly applied to the wolf-beast's body. The smoke, like a tough shackle, was firmly locked onto its long, narrow head, restricting its movement and effectively interfering with the special ability it relied on.

This was the first time Hugh had ever completely transformed into mist. In this state, he could feel his magic power gushing out like a burst dam. He could feel the wolf's head struggling inside his "body," and he could feel his skin and flesh being squeezed out from between its sharp teeth...

This feeling is so bad.

Although he felt no pain, Hugh now truly understood what it meant to be "crushed alive".

The experience he had accumulated over this period of time made him choose not to retreat at this moment. His many grievances against the Dream Sanctuary, Theseus, and these "lost things" erupted at this moment. With half of his body in a misty state, Hugh suddenly stretched out his hand. The derivative abilities from the Touch of Karron and the offspring of the Dark Abyss took effect at this moment. The ferocious black claws appeared instantly. After easily tearing the gloves, they struck the twisted wolf beast that had been restricted in its movements.

The sharp, black claws pierced the wolf's body with ease. This time, Hugh was certain that he had hit his target, because he felt a very clear resistance through the two black claws—it was as if he were stabbing a knife into thick beeswax!
An extremely unpleasant howl echoed through the dreamscape. The severely wounded wolf let out a loud wail, twisting its long, narrow head with all its might, finally breaking free from the restraints imposed on it by the Mirror Messenger. But before it could successfully retreat, the Karron's Touch that Hugh had previously unleashed swept back, and those sharp blades, resembling the arthropods of insects, pierced the wolf's back one after another with ferocious force.

At the same time, the scurrying rat that had been cowering to the side finally found its chance. It leaped onto the wolf's back and quickly darted to its long, narrow head. Its three long tails, like three slender swords, stabbed down swiftly and nimbly, each attack aimed at the red eyes on either side of the wolf's head.

After being repeatedly struck, the elusive wolf finally reached its limit. It twisted its body forcefully, and the red eyes on both sides of its head immediately emitted a bright, blood-red light.

The magic began to tremble at an extremely high frequency, and under its influence, the wolf's indistinct body immediately underwent exaggerated deformation.

At that moment, the parts that had been pierced by Karron's Touch and held in place by the claws on Hugh's hands were abandoned by the wolf beast on the spot, and its mutilated body immediately fell to the ground.

The bizarre scene that had occurred before happened again. The moment it broke free of its restraints, the beast's mutilated body disappeared once more, but immediately afterward, Hughes detected abnormal traces of magic again.

His misty body instantly returned to normal, and relying on his senses, Hugh quickly turned around.

Magic began to flow wildly toward Hugh's right hand, making the sharp claws on his right hand even more exaggerated in size, and its pitch-black shell became even deeper and heavier, even revealing a metallic sheen in the dim light.

With a low growl, Hugh swung his arm forcefully, unleashing a power that didn't belong to his body. His exaggerated black claw slammed down in one direction like a hammer.

Just as Hugh had predicted, the ferocious beast did not flee, but instead, driven by its savage nature, launched another attack using its special powers.

This time, however, the blow it faced was even more brutal than before.

"Bang!!!"

A muffled thud rang out—the sound of a heavy, black claw colliding with the ugly head of a wolf-beast.

The mutilated beast, resembling a long, serpentine snake, had just emerged from the void when it was immediately "caught" by Hugh. His black, sharp claws gripped the wolf's head tightly, his teeth clenching and biting, but he couldn't completely pierce the metallic shell.

Even now, this strange beast is still following its instincts, trying to hunt the "prey" in front of it.

Hearing the ear-piercing scraping sound of teeth grinding against the claws, Hugh's expression darkened to the extreme. He then exerted his strength again, his heavy claws slamming the ferocious beast heavily onto the ground.

One dull thud after another followed. Under Hugh's ferocious attacks, most of the red eyes that adorned the sides of the wolf's head had gone out. Meanwhile, the Mirror Messenger mist that kept emanating from Hugh's body continuously restricted the beast's movements, preventing it from escaping in the same way.

In this horrific situation, both Calron's Touch and the scurrying rats could only stand by and watch.

We no longer need their help.

Finally, after another loud bang, the wolf's upper and lower jaws were almost separated by the black claws tearing and smashing, yet it was still alive, which made Hugh admire the tenacious vitality of these ancient creations.

After suffering such a horrific trauma, the wolf beast could no longer maintain its abilities. The power that enveloped its body gradually faded, and the lines and details of its body became clearer.

Then Hugh saw a very peculiar, mutilated body.

Countless lines covered the damaged body of this ancient magical creature. They looked like magical models or complex and incomprehensible mathematical formulas. These intersecting and combined lines were as if they had been carved into its flesh with a sculptor. Hugh could even see dim light and shadow flowing slowly within them.

Intermittent, low moans emanated from the head. Hearing this weak sound, Hugh couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't relax his control over the beast; instead, he exerted his strength again, completely eliminating any possibility of it struggling or escaping.

"What, are you willing to beg for mercy now?" he asked in a low voice, and the question was immediately answered with a series of sobs.

Having learned from his previous experience, Hugh knew that these beings and creatures closely associated with the ancient gods possessed extremely high intelligence. Therefore, he swung one of his Calron's Tentacles and rolled the iron box that had fallen to the ground over to him: "You want these teeth? If you do, blink."

The two remaining intact dark red eyeballs blinked twice.

"As expected, he can understand..."

Hugh took the metal box from the black tentacles and shook it gently. The five remaining teeth inside immediately collided with the metal box, making a series of sounds.

Just as he had guessed, the things offered as sacrifices or in exchange were in fact related to the final result. Apart from the Touch of Charon, which Theseus had deliberately obtained by "cheating," all the cases he had encountered so far conformed to this rule.

"Perhaps the short-tailed wolves that are now active in the Vain Forest are actually related to this terrifying beast by some kind of bloodline, or perhaps they are the 'incomplete' offspring of this monster?"

The rapidly spinning metal disc in his mental world gradually calmed down, which meant that the beast in front of him could no longer pose a threat.

With the help of the black tentacles, Hugh opened the iron box, and his black claws forcibly pried open the wolf's mouth, dumping the remaining five wolf teeth inside.

The tentacles growing between the wolf's sharp teeth seemed to be another form of "teeth." These teeth, fed to them by Hugh, revitalized the previously listless wolves. Hugh then saw these tentacles quickly approach the short-tailed wolves' teeth and pierce into these hard fangs like "straws."

Soon, all the teeth turned into powder, and the power within was naturally absorbed by the wolf beast itself.

Its mutilated body began to recover little by little, and its previously dim red eyes began to shine again.

But in the next instant, the beast suddenly began to disintegrate.

This disintegration process was quite magical. It was neither an instantaneous collapse nor the melting of ice. Hugh watched as the strange beast in front of him disintegrated into countless equal pieces, and then further divided itself into smaller fragments, until finally, it turned into dust.

As if summoned, the dust slowly rose up and flew back towards the bookshelf, merging with the five wolf fangs that Hugh had initially "sacrificed".

Seeing this, Hugh finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this exchange was now complete.

"At first, I was just bitten by rats or entangled by tentacles... When I met the Messenger in the Mirror, I began to face more severe challenges, and now, it has become an attack specifically targeting me."

Hughes looked at the wolf-tooth phantoms that were gradually merging with the black powder and pondered seriously: "Now, it is almost certain that there was indeed an extremely ancient civilization in Vain in the past, and these civilizations were very likely based on those strange gods and beliefs... Nowadays, the civilizations and beliefs of the previous generation have almost disappeared, but they are still connected with many things in Vain."

"It seems that if I continue to acquire new abilities through the Dream Sanctuary, I must be more careful. The fangs of the short-tailed wolf in the forest have caused this much trouble. If I were to obtain something from other, more dangerous magical creatures, it might cause even greater problems."

While I was pondering this, the fusion between the dust and the wolf fangs was completely completed.

It was a bracelet.

It looked like a handicraft made by hunters in the mountains using ordinary wolf teeth, except that the teeth were not connected by solid ropes, but by a semi-transparent magical thread that was extremely similar to the luster of the wolf's skin. On the wolf teeth that had been stained gray-black, Hugh could also see those intricate lines, which added a mysterious and dark aura to the originally simple bracelet.

"Well……"

Hugh took off the bracelet. He could feel a cold power flowing through it, and it felt somewhat similar to the wolf's hide.

"Looks like I'll have to try it on?"

After observing for a while, Hugh couldn't find anything particularly special about the wolf fang bracelet, so he licked his lips, mentally prepared himself, and then carefully put the bracelet on his right wrist.

The moment it was put on, the expected change occurred.

The cold power within the bracelet began to pulse rapidly, and then the magic threads began to converge at an astonishing speed. This change caused the five gray-black wolf fangs to begin to "embed" into Hugh's skin.

After a brief but intense pain, the bracelet vanished completely, replaced by five wolf fang patterns etched into the skin of Hugh's wrist—they looked like some kind of special tattoo, or perhaps marks left by some kind of magical ritual.

Hugh observed the changes in his right wrist with surprise, then tried to mobilize his magic and make it flow towards his wrist.

A faint light flickered, and amidst a slight pain, magic rapidly gathered in Hugh's right hand, and a complex magic model automatically took shape in the blink of an eye.

A cold sensation came from his hand. Hugh looked down and saw a strangely shaped revolver in his palm.

(End of this chapter)