Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 236 The Dark Realm
"Creak...crack..."

Strange footsteps echoed as they stepped onto a soft, slightly sticky substance.

"...It's really an unpleasant thing."

"...Don't you agree, beautiful Ms. Casa?"

Harold, dressed in a formal suit, looked down at the deep purple ground beneath his feet, covered with a fine, mycelium-like substance.

The awful sensation, as if stepping on rotting animal entrails, made him frown slightly.

However, the next moment, his scarlet eyes turned to the side, noticing the footsteps of the newcomer, and his face instantly changed to a polite smile.

Turning my head slightly to the side, I saw the witch who was still wearing a wide purple robe and a pointed hat, with most of her face covered.

Through casual conversation and interaction along the way, Harold easily learned that this Ms. Casa de Lacey had just graduated from university.

After accidentally encountering a supernatural event in Los Santos and gaining some magical abilities, he was recruited into the Foundation's team.

Those purple eyes and hair were the result of that extraordinary accident.

She has an older brother and a younger sister. She settled in the United States in her early years, but later came to the United States to study and live due to changes in her family's business.

His parents are still alive. The family business mainly involves maritime trade, as well as the food and medical fields. Going back 800 years, the family was once a noble lord in the north.

In short, Harold learned about the family's current economic situation from the family's ancestors' history of how they made their fortune in less than two hours.

They even knew the woman's measurements perfectly.

Perhaps it was the added mystique that came with becoming a vampire, or perhaps it was the help he had given her at the restaurant.

This allowed the seemingly elegant and shrewd witch to easily extract all her information without her even realizing it.

At that moment, Casa heard Harold turn around and speak to him. He smiled slightly, walked to Harold's side, and together they looked down at the ground below the high-rise building.

Everywhere you look, there is the same deep purple, interspersed with specks of cold, pale fluorescence.

"Yes, these sticky things really give me the creeps."

Kasa responded, glancing around as he spoke.

They were on the rooftop of a building with a wide view.

Looking into the distance, the scene remained exactly the same, as if this thing that had suddenly spread out had already covered the entire earth.

Thinking of this, a hint of anger flashed in her purple eyes.

"It's all those damn werewolves' fault! If they hadn't acted so recklessly, these things wouldn't have spread like wildfire!"

She spoke angrily, clenching her two pale fists.

"We've lost contact with the command center and don't know how to get out..."

His emotions suddenly ignited and erupted, filled with anger, before gradually fading into a low voice.

Harold, standing to the side, also displayed the proper gentlemanly manners and offered words of comfort.

“You don’t need to panic, Ms. Casa.”

"I have already sent my men out to find a way out, and I believe it won't be long before we can leave this place."

Hearing the calm and composed words beside him.

Faced with this boundless, unknown, and dangerous witch, the girl seemed to be infected by the calmness in his words, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

He nodded slightly, his voice tinged with gratitude.

"Thank you, Mr. Harold, I'm feeling much better..."

She thanked him softly, and recalling how Harold had taken care of her along the way, she couldn't help but lower her head slightly, letting the brim of her hat cover her expression.

Unbeknownst to her, Harold, who had offered these words of comfort, never once glanced at the woman beside him.

Instead, it stared fixedly ahead, its scarlet eyes gleaming, as if it were observing something interesting.

There was not a trace of panic or confusion, as if they had expected all of this.

In fact, while saying that everything was under his control is an exaggeration, it's hard to say how much of this was due to his encouragement and tacit approval.

At the start of the landing, the three forces planned to split into small teams and penetrate the city from different directions.

Harold, relying on his previous methods at the restaurant, and with the help of an influential witch in the group, persuaded Harold to cooperate.

It didn't take much effort to persuade the middle-aged man with a scar on his face, who was the captain of the foundation.

Get them to agree to act alongside the vampire team and look out for each other.

After setting off, they paid no attention to any monster markers or refugees along the way, but instead focused on catching up with the exploration progress of the Upper Kingdom as quickly as possible.

Delving into the intelligence network, we arrive at the epicenter of all the problems—Dongjing City.

But they hadn't gone far when they were stopped by an unusual street.

The ground, roads, and buildings were all covered with a dark purple substance.

They resemble mycelium or some kind of moss, and upon closer inspection, you can even see these things wriggling subtly.

The three extraordinary forces that had just entered Dongjing City all stopped in front of this area that clearly exuded strangeness.

Faced with this considerable area covered in deep purple, if one wants to go deeper, one would either have to spend a lot of time going around to the edge before entering;

Alternatively, you can only fly in.

In contrast, vampires, who can transform into bats to fly, naturally have little to worry about.

But for werewolves, who only possess brute strength and a resilient body, things were getting a bit tense.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, hesitating whether to risk going deeper into the fray.

Suddenly, a slender young woman with long, flowing black hair rushed out from one of the shops along the street.

Her appearance instantly attracted the attention of all the extraordinary individuals present.

However, this young woman with a flower-like face, who looked exactly like a human, seemed oblivious to the ferocious and towering werewolves and vampires around her.

As if it had lost its mind, it rushed out and frantically banged its head against the road.

His seemingly suicidal, insane appearance left everyone puzzled and confused, yet also vaguely unsettling.

Harold, using his high-level vampire blood perception, saw large clumps of bright red blood surging within the other's body.

It even surpasses that of ordinary werewolves.

He instantly realized that this seemingly insane, human-like creature was actually one of the thousands of monsters in this hellish country.

But soon, an idea also sprouted in Harold's mind.

With a slight smile, a bat emerged from his body and flew towards the street where werewolves gathered not far away.

He transformed into a clone and, under the pretext of discussing negotiations, struck up a conversation with Quake, who was leading the team.

The result can be imagined.

The werewolf, already seething with anger, erupted in fury before Harold could utter a few more provocative words.

Its scarlet eyes widened, and it tore the clone in front of it to shreds with a single claw.

Without hesitation, he led the werewolves behind him and charged into that dark purple, unknown area.

On his way forward, Quake, in his cleverness, scooped up a crazed "human" from the ground, whose head was already bleeding profusely.

Before reaching the nearest area, he threw it in forcefully, as if testing the danger in this way.

The "human" thrown high into the air splattered blood the moment it hit the ground, twitched twice, and then went still, dead beyond any doubt.

Harold, who had been spying on the other party's actions through the bats, was quite surprised.

They thought that even if this monster with its unprecedentedly large blood energy was weak, it could still cause some casualties to the werewolves, but they never expected that it would be killed by the werewolves so easily.

Before the surprise in his heart had subsided, Harold keenly sensed that the blood energy that had suddenly dissipated was instantly replenished.

He could see it clearly in the night through the bat's blood-red eyes.

The "human" corpse, which had been thrown several meters away and landed on a clump of viscous purple fungal carpet, suddenly began to writhe violently.

It healed at a speed that even the werewolf Quake, a superhuman known for his physical strength, found as astonishing.

As regeneration continued, the blood that had broken or splattered out soon twisted and grew in an even more bizarre way under the watchful eyes of a group of inhuman beings.

Then, from a pool of blood, several identical figures slowly stood up.

This scene surprised even Harold, a high-ranking vampire who could create clones.

However, this scene also suddenly brought back a memory from before he set off.

That was a document I had browsed before leaving, containing early information about the Yinghua Kingdom, and it seemed that this thing in front of me was mentioned in it.

Compared to Harold, who was somewhat speechless, the werewolves who hadn't paid any attention to the information were much more panicked.

They watched helplessly as part of the "human" corpses their leader had just thrown out were devoured by the wriggling, deep purple fungal carpet beneath them.

On the moonlit street, the deep purple stood out clearly at the boundary between the dark purple and the ordinary pavement.

The extended hyphae began to flow rapidly, spreading forward a considerable distance.

Immediately afterwards, next to the "human" who had just stood up from the pool of blood, a bulge slowly grew out.

It eventually split open, revealing a table-like object that resembled a flower bud, or perhaps a mixture of fungi and biomass, emitting a faint, cold light.

Before anyone could react, the bud-like thing suddenly opened, and its fluorescent brightness instantly increased.

A chilling noise suddenly echoed. Harold felt his vision suddenly darken as the little bats he had released were suddenly struck by darkness.

Even with the vampires' superior night vision, they could only see a very small area at this moment.

Further away, everything was shrouded in thick, inky darkness, concealing everything within it.

at the same time.

A gradually clearer, pulsating sound came, like the writhing of some huge creature's organs, or like the powerful beating of a heart.

The eerie sounds grew louder and louder.

In the darkness, Harold felt a tremor coming from the point where the building where the bats were located connected to the ground.

A series of deep, rhythmic footsteps, like those of some enormous creature moving slowly, began to strike his mind like heavy hammer blows.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a short, sharp cry of pain from a woman in the darkness.

Then came a series of sticky sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing.

In just a few breaths, everything returned to calm.

Then, not far away, came the werewolf Quake, who, with panicked shouts, tried to rouse the emotions of the surrounding werewolves and dispel their fear.

But soon, the low, drum-like footsteps that had been heard earlier suddenly accelerated, rapidly approaching the direction where Harold and the werewolf were.

Immediately following was a series of dull thuds of flesh colliding, mixed with the werewolf's mournful howls, terrified roars, and Quake's furious bellows.

Harold was certain that he heard the werewolves instantly scatter, splitting into more than four groups, and fleeing in different directions.

A few seconds later, everything around them fell silent.

The bat clones, whose vision was constantly confined to a small area by thick darkness, were completely unable to perceive what was happening around them.

But one thing is clear.

An exceptionally powerful monster defeated all the strangely appearing monsters and werewolves from Yinghua Kingdom in just a few breaths.

Just as Harold was pondering how to get out of his predicament.

Suddenly, the bat clone hanging from the building's beams, within its limited field of vision, saw a huge head with some kind of horn or tentacles.

Its color is extremely similar to the creeping fungus that has just spread in a bizarre way, and the patterns on it are almost identical, except that there is a huge mouth curving downwards on the front.

This was the last image transmitted by the bat clone.

Harold, who had been focusing most of his attention on his clone's perception, suddenly woke up and came to his senses.

However, he discovered that the Foundation team members around him, as well as his own vampire subordinates, were all on high alert.

Following everyone's gaze, they turned their heads and saw that the deep purple area, which was originally hundreds of meters away, now seemed to have come alive.

It was restless, twisting and spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like a surging black wave, it submerged the roads, city buildings, and houses in its path, turning them all into the same dark purple.

Upon seeing this, Harold was startled. Without thinking, he quickly ordered his men to transform into a swarm of bats and fly into the air.

At the same time, they did not forget to send a group of people to take the Foundation team members who were unable to fly away from the ground.

As soon as they took off, they saw the deep purple waves crashing down on the ground, engulfing the area where they had just been standing.

Everything around it was shrouded in a strange and eerie hue, as if from some otherworldly realm.

It comes quickly and goes quickly.

Once everything had calmed down, the bats carried everyone and slowly landed on the top of a building not far away, which had a good view and was also covered in purple.

At this moment, everything in sight has turned into the same hue.

As everyone landed, the communication devices of all the people in the team lit up with red warning lights indicating interference.

Even Harold and the Foundation squad, including the plate-armored captain, mysteriously lost their satellite communication signal.

Worse still, new, dark purple material was appearing in the surrounding field of vision.

Just as the bat clone had just seen, various fluorescent protrusions began to appear rapidly.

Just like mushrooms growing on a fungal carpet, they reflect patches of cold, white light.

From a distance, they resemble single eyes opening in the darkness, sending chills down one's spine.

Recalling how the monsters and werewolves of Yinghua Kingdom were defeated by the sudden darkness and the enormous monster with only one huge mouth in the darkness.

Harold also dared not make any rash moves.

They could only lead their team to lie low in this relatively safe spot where the fluorescent lights had not yet appeared, and ponder their next move.

Harold felt that the werewolf pack, which he had tricked, would definitely suffer casualties, but the possibility of them being completely wiped out was unlikely.

In his mind, werewolves were creatures that were always reckless and savage, yet, like rats in the sewers and stray dogs on the street, they were extremely resilient.

Especially Quake, that muscular, simple-minded guy, is even less likely to die so easily.

Most likely, they, like us, found a relatively safe place to lie low and hide.

While pondering, Harold ordered his men to spawn a swarm of bats and disperse them in all directions.

As a result, before everyone could even fly far, the bats seemed to have triggered some kind of restriction.

On the side of a building completely covered in deep purple, a familiar flower bud-shaped protrusion is sticking out at an angle.

As the bat flew by, it suddenly lit up and opened up, just as Harold had initially seen, emitting a piercing sound.

Soon, perhaps because of the distance, this time the group's vision was not covered by the darkness, but they watched as the street at the edge of the building suddenly changed.

The ground, covered by a deep purple fungal carpet, suddenly bulged up into a huge sac that almost reached the second-floor window of the building next door.

It then suddenly exploded, revealing a curled-up monster inside, roughly humanoid in shape, with limbs, torso, and head.

The monster was the same deep purple as the ground, dotted with some equally cold, silvery-white fluorescent organs.

The texture of the skin resembles that of a tree trunk or fungus.

It is robust and tall overall, like some kind of twisted giant, with its height and shoulder width almost parallel.

And on that enormous arm, much thicker than a tree stump, sat a head large enough to swallow an adult whole.

Two long, curved horns, like those of a horned creature, extend from its head.

However, on the corners, there are synapses that look like fungi or mosses, emitting fluorescence, and somewhat like the detector organs of marine organisms.

Soon, as if these organs had received some kind of information, the enormous monster that had just hatched suddenly stretched out its tall and thick body.

Looking up at the sky, I saw a group of bats slowly flying away from my sight.

This action brought an even more horrifying scene to the view of Harold and his group on the rooftop.

It was a huge cavity that almost emptied the chest cavity of an ordinary creature.

The rib-like structures, resembling teeth, are arranged and extend on both sides, converging towards the center, like a giant, upright mouth.

Within it, a heart, shimmering with an exceptionally deep and bright fluorescence, hung exposed in the air above the open chest, pounding violently.

That rhythmic throbbing was the source of the writhing sounds of organs that everyone had been hearing ever since the monster appeared.

However, this structure that exposes the heart seems to have obvious drawbacks, leaving people puzzled and unable to understand its purpose.

Soon, everyone saw the monster's entire body suddenly tense up, as if gathering strength, and it headed towards the swarm of bats in the air.

next moment.

"Om-!!"

A deafening bang, so loud it hurt the eardrums, suddenly rang out.

The monster's tense body suddenly opened up, pointing its heart, which resembled a giant maw, at the swarm of bats about to fly overhead.

Suddenly, a beam of light composed of rings, spiraling outwards, shot out.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it accurately hit the swarm of bats in the air, blasting them into dust in mid-air.

"Ah! Uh!"

On the rooftop, Harold heard several of his men fall to the ground behind him.

Clearly, the bat's suffering before its death was transmitted back through some kind of connection.

This scene completely silenced those who still harbored wishful thinking.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, then Harold waved his hand, signaling his fallen vampire subordinates to retreat and recover their strength.

Dozens more bats were dispatched and scattered in all directions.

This time, however, they were much more cautious, greatly slowing down and increasing their flight altitude.

Furthermore, upon seeing a protrusion resembling the initial one—a flower bud with four white skeletal petals—they would avoid it from a distance.

It hovered, exploring the outer perimeter.

They were trying to find a safe evacuation route in this way.

The current situation.

Clearly, this was no longer something that this team, a mere vampire count, or a Foundation squad that was far from being powerful, could handle.

Now, the only thing everyone can do is try their best to leave alive and pass the message to their superiors.

(End of this chapter)