SWDnovel Chapter 111 Two Beasts Stand Off, Yellow Mist Returns to Its Nest
Chapter 111 Two Beasts Stand Off, Yellow Mist Returns to Its Nest
Out of the corner of Chris's eye, he noticed a black figure on the skeleton above the yellow cloth fragment.
He shut down his spiritual vision and looked up to see the figure's owner.
It was that black cat with a purple glow deep in its pupils.
Those vertical pupils, gleaming with a purple light, were coldly staring in Chris's direction.
Its fluffy tail swished gently, and its entire body exuded an icy aura that kept people at a distance.
The small snake quickly swam down the tree wall and stopped at the edge of the skeleton.
It raised its small head, its golden vertical pupils in its dark eyes slightly contracting, staring directly at the black cat on the skeleton.
Nobuko moved her tongue slightly, her expression filled with undisguised wariness and hostility.
Chris noticed the snake's unusual movement.
My turbulent emotions calmed down a little.
He knew very well that in such a situation, it was even more important to remain absolutely rational.
Looking at the small snake and the black cat facing off, he instantly realized that these two mysterious beings were not working together at all.
Even though he had turned off his spiritual vision, he could still vaguely sense that the two auras were clashing with each other.
They were wary of each other, harboring undisguised hostility, as if any slight movement from the other would immediately trigger a conflict.
Chris's gaze couldn't help but drift back to the fragments of yellow cloth.
Yet, they feared triggering that strange contamination again.
His gaze shifted back and forth between the snake and the black cat, his thoughts racing.
The little snake had just saved him with the bell.
The black cat that resembled the little black tower and even appeared in astrological illustrations seemed to have some inexplicable connection with him.
One led him into the maze, while another used a bell to guide him to this open space.
Was their purpose to make him see this piece of yellow cloth?
Just as Chris was pondering this, the little snake suddenly moved.
It tilted its head slightly, and the metallic tip of its tail swayed gently.
The golden bell lying not far from Chris suddenly trembled violently.
The next second, the bell traced a golden arc in the air and landed precisely in front of the giant skeleton.
The moment the bell hit the ground, a sudden change occurred.
Suddenly, streaks of scarlet blood seeped from the originally plain golden bell.
The blood vessels spread and multiplied wildly like living things, accompanied by the sickening sound of flesh growing.
The bell was completely enveloped by the rapidly growing flesh and blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Bones take shape and twist within flesh and blood.
Limbs emerged from flesh and blood.
The twisted horns pierced the skin and grew upwards.
In just a few breaths, the bell disappeared completely.
Instead, there was a blood-red, extremely distorted half-human, half-goat monster.
The sudden change in his eyes instantly pulled Chris back to reality.
His heart skipped a beat.
He had just swallowed that bell.
The monster's appearance before it took shape bears a slight resemblance to the red mass of flesh it first spat out.
A strong sense of discomfort instantly overwhelmed him.
He even had a vague feeling that something was churning in his stomach.
Chris's gaze never left the suddenly appearing monster.
It has a pair of curved black ram horns, a lower body that is the torso of a ram, and an upper body that has the outline of a human.
However, his entire body was covered with extra limbs and organs.
Three or four arms of different sizes grew haphazardly on both sides of the torso.
A dozen or so bloodshot eyes were randomly distributed on the head, chest, and even arms.
In some places, there are mouths that open and close constantly, emitting murky and frantic roars.
The monster's form was extremely unstable; its flesh and blood continued to writhe and distort, as if it could never be fixed into a complete shape.
The moment the flesh and blood monster took shape.
Chris clearly sensed that the power binding the yellow cloth fragments, like being attracted by a magnet, instantly surged towards the twisted monster.
The previously airtight confinement was instantly reduced by more than 90%.
He had previously tried to communicate with the fragments of yellow cloth, but failed.
At that time, he could only sense the aura of the wind incarnation and had no way to control the yellow cloth.
But now, he clearly feels that he can do it.
It's now!
Chris shifted his gaze from the monster, instantly focusing his mind and fully mobilizing the power of the holy seal within his body.
The Star Key flickered in his mind, emitting bursts of white light.
He stared intently at the piece of yellow cloth.
The fragments, which had been lying quietly in the corner of the skeleton, unmoved even by the raging wind, finally began to sway gently.
But just then...
The black cat standing on the skeleton moved.
Its speed was so great that it became a black shadow that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. It rushed into the skeleton's chest cavity in an instant and snatched the piece of yellow cloth that had been freed from its restraints.
Turning around, it leaped back onto the nearby tree wall in the blink of an eye.
Chris's heart jumped into his throat.
Could it be that the black cat led him here for this piece of yellow cloth?
But when it came to taking the fragments, he seemed to have done absolutely nothing.
Compared to him, the little snake played a much more important role.
Just as Chris was getting anxious, fearing that the black cat would disappear in a flash,
The monster that had materialized from the golden bell also moved.
Although its body is far smaller than the skeleton, it is still three or four meters tall when fully standing.
The deformed head suddenly jerked high, and all the mouths on its body, covered with sharp teeth, opened simultaneously.
The twisted, deformed flesh was torn apart instantly with its movements, and blood gushed out, sliding down the uneven muscles.
Chris couldn't help but be drawn to the monster out of the corner of his eye.
The expected roar did not occur.
Instead, faint, inexplicable murmurs could be heard coming from all over the labyrinth.
These incoherent murmurs sent a chill down Chris's spine.
Those chaotic thoughts that had faded away, along with the itching sensation in my body, began to resurface.
Fortunately, this time it wasn't as intense as before.
The monster's head was always facing the black cat.
The moment the murmur began, the black cat's fur stood on end.
Beneath its bristling black fur, invisible purple light flowed beneath its skin.
Its vertical pupils were fixed on the top of the monster's head.
Before anyone knew it, the little snake had coiled around the monster's head.
It raised its head, its golden vertical pupils fixed on the black cat, the threat in its eyes undisguised.
It clearly didn't want the black cat to take away the piece of yellow cloth.
Chris also noticed the changes in the black cat and the little snake.
His gaze fell on the yellow cloth fragment held in the black cat's mouth, and hope rekindled in his heart.
This fragment is related to his sacred path as the incarnation of wind, and to the secrets of that mysterious space.
He has to get his hands on it.
But neither the black cat nor the little snake that can command monsters are things he can easily deal with right now.
What should I do?
Chris's gaze swept quickly over the black cat and the snake, his thoughts racing.
The little snake had just broken the skeleton's restraints with the bell, and it didn't interfere when the snake was communicating with the fragments of yellow cloth.
It is very likely on its own side.
Moreover, the little snake showed no fear in the face of the black cat, and even seemed to have the upper hand.
The black cat is clearly an outsider.
In this labyrinth, the little snake that can command monsters of the same origin as the skeletons seems to be the true master of this place.
With that thought in mind, Chris steeled himself and made a decision in an instant.
He closed his eyes, his consciousness completely sinking into the yellow mark on the back of his hand, fully communicating with the holy seal of the Wind Avatar.
At the same time, he also mobilized the two wisps of thin yellow mist that had been nurtured in the mark and were completely under his control.
Without the obstruction of the restrictive force, the forces of the same origin instantly established a connection.
Chris could clearly sense the presence of the yellow cloth fragment in the black cat's mouth; every detail was clearly imprinted in his consciousness.
He mobilized the power of his wind avatar, carrying the primal aura of the yellow mist, and spread it toward the fragments, attempting to transform the fragments into yellow mist and draw them back to his side.
next second.
The yellow cloth fragment in the black cat's mouth suddenly moved without wind, its edges shimmering with a faint, misty halo.
The originally tight fabric was beginning to show signs of turning into a gaseous state.
Even with the black cat holding it tightly in its mouth, it still trembled slightly as Chris pulled it along.
Just as the fragments were about to completely dissolve into mist, a deep purple light suddenly flashed in the black cat's vertical pupils, which were a mix of purple and gold.
A cold, eerie, and extremely binding unknown power erupted from it in an instant.
The force firmly enveloped the fragments of yellow cloth, forcefully suppressing the tendency of them to turn into mist.
The two forces were locked in a fierce struggle in the air.
The fragments of yellow cloth sometimes emitted a warm yellow misty light, and sometimes were completely enveloped in purple light, constantly being pulled between the two forces.
Chris's forehead was covered in a thick layer of cold sweat.
He could clearly sense that even though he could establish a connection with the fragment and influence it with the power of the same origin, his power was still far inferior to that of the black cat.
If things continue like this, he will not only fail to retrieve the fragments, but may even be devoured by the black cat's power.
The little snake atop the monster's head watched this scene, a hint of worry flashing in its golden vertical pupils, which was then replaced by utter resolve.
Its body arched slightly, and the rough, mottled brown scales covering its entire body suddenly began to gleam with a dazzling light.
An extremely powerful aura was slowly brewing within its body.
However, its body was also trembling slightly at the same time, clearly indicating that using this power required paying a great price.
At this critical moment.
The Star Key in Chris's mind suddenly reacted strangely.
It is different from the white fluorescent light that one usually experiences during visualization.
At that moment, soft and vast starlight spread out from the Key of Stars, instantly filling his entire consciousness.
A faint, colorful light shimmered deep within his eyes.
In an instant, the starlight of the Star Key, the power of the Holy Path of the Wind Avatar, and the two wisps of yellow mist that he had completely controlled resonated with an indescribable intensity.
boom.
An invisible wind suddenly swept through this enclosed space.
What started as a gentle breeze quickly turned into a howling gale.
The wind echoed through the open area, and the surrounding black tree walls swayed slightly in the gale.
A warm yellow halo blended into the wind, carrying the scent of yellow mist that permeated the entire space.
The wind is free.
The yellow fog, by its very nature, travels with the wind.
Faced with this immense wind force that resonated with all three, the purple light on the black cat's body was instantly shaken and on the verge of collapse.
Its vertical pupils, glowing with a purple light, suddenly contracted, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing in its eyes.
The yellow cloth fragment in the black cat's mouth could no longer remain solid.
It instantly transformed into a thin, pale yellow mist, completely breaking free from the shackles of the purple light and merging into the surrounding howling wind.
Looking at the scattered yellow mist, the black cat's eyes showed surprise and a hint of strange emotion, but no anger whatsoever.
Its gaze swept indifferently over Chris.
A thin yellow mist swirled and gathered in the gale, flowing towards Chris, who was standing still, following the wind's trajectory.
They pierced through the gale, precisely blending into the yellow mark on the back of Chris's hand, merging perfectly with the two wisps of yellow mist that originally belonged to him.
The strong winds gradually subsided.
The starlight in Chris's eyes slowly faded.
At this moment, he was surrounded by a thin layer of pale yellow mist.
The mist drifted and shifted freely around him, carrying a vibrant rhythm.
In its richest parts, the color is deep, warm yellow; in its thinnest parts, it is almost transparent, always carrying an undeniable aura of the embodiment of wind.
The wind swirled around his fingertips.
Fog surrounded him.
An indescribable, ancient, and free mysterious aura was slowly emanating from him.