Chapter 768 - 124: Plan B
Inside the museum, it was very quiet, with a faint sound of discussion not far away. In the middle was a hollow spiral corridor with five floors, allowing one to see from the fifth floor to the first.
The temperature in here was much lower, at least three degrees less than outside, and since Sindaga was originally a rather hot place, the museum felt relatively cooler.
On the ground was a withered vine constantly writhing, like a long, worm-like creature.
[A living withered vine, rich in life force, also possessing a certain spirituality...]
Su Changxing frowned slightly.
The place was filled with eeriness, as if everything were alive, even the wooden floor beneath his feet seemed to possess an uncanny life force.
This made him feel like he was seizing a chestnut from the fire, snatching food from a tiger’s mouth.
But having already come this far, turning back now was not an option.
Moreover, he was determined to get the broken bronze mirror in the museum; the world was already in a semi-sealed state, and without gathering the fragments of the passage, leaving would be difficult.
He pulled out a dark, semi-automatic iron crossbow from the Pocket Galaxy, a weapon that belonged to Huang Yeying, which he had salvaged from the ruins of the Black Dog Gang’s building.
[Black Wing Iron Crossbow: B crown, lower rank, an iron crossbow made from the tendons and bones of a black dragon’s wing. The arrows it fires are silent, difficult to perceive, extremely fast, with medium range.
Armor-Piercing: Capable of a certain degree of armor penetration, able to pierce through the enemy’s hard shell.
Dragon Hunter: Can deal 1%~30% real damage to dragon-like creatures or dragons.
Silent: The black dragon is adept at hiding, and this crossbow has inherited similar traits.]
Holding the iron crossbow in hand, it could automatically hide in shadows.
Su Changxing held up the iron crossbow, swiftly moving forward along the edge of the wall.
With a tip from the Doomsday Game, he knew the broken passage was somewhere within the museum’s building.
But its exact location was unclear to him.
[The wooden floor trembled slightly, and in the corridor five meters ahead at the corner, a witch was approaching at a walking speed. In about ten seconds, you would see her.]
This was information analyzed by the Eye of Data, allowing him to clearly discern the surrounding environment without needing to perceive it himself.
This could be considered an alternative form of perception, just with a different focus.
And due to the sensory restrictions of this world, Su Changxing could only perceive up to about ten meters around him.
These witches walked without making a sound, as if this was a natural magic they possessed.
Su Changxing quietly crouched behind an exhibition cabinet, waiting for the witch to approach, his finger already on the iron crossbow’s trigger.
His mind became more active at that moment, constantly calculating the possible scenarios that might happen.
Once the witch stepped out of the corridor, she would either walk towards him or away from him, with her back turned.
If she faced him, it was best to use spiritual corruption during the attack, using the Butcher’s Eye to stun her, making it impossible for her to teleport away, then shooting her with the crossbow arrow.
If she had her back turned, it would be even easier to deal with; he could simply ambush her with the crossbow arrow, as these witches, unlike those wizards, had frail bodies, making them easier to kill.
She’s coming, she’s coming!
He grew excited, his eyes slightly widening, forming a peculiar smile.
He enjoyed this sneaky feeling of killing, which gave him a sense of spiritual pleasure.
As the witch stepped out of the corridor and turned around, he suddenly stood up and pulled the trigger.
The crossbow arrow shot out like a black streak, piercing through the head, with the tip emerging from the forehead.
The witch fell to the ground silently, having fully died in the previous moment, while her body continued to twitch reflexively.
"Comfortable."
Su Changxing walked over, preparing to throw her body into the Pocket Galaxy, only to find her back completely adhered to the floor.
Her flesh and the wooden floor were connected without a gap, as if they were originally one.
Seeing this scene, he lifted his left foot slightly.
"Does the wooden floor devour dead creatures?"
He slightly furrowed his brow, drew a dagger from his waist, and cut a slit on the wooden floor, from which crimson blood oozed out.
[Bloody Floor: Living wood that craves flesh and blood, actively devouring dead creatures, extremely hard, and can quickly regenerate.
It’s best not to play dead on these floors, as they might eat you.]
As he thought.
He then looked at the witch’s body.
In just a few dozen seconds, the witch’s body had been mostly devoured.
Terrifying indeed.
It was like a giant stomach.
With this thought, Su Changxing quickened his pace forward, feeling he could delay no longer, as the longer the night, the more dreams would come.
Two witches sat chatting on the huge chandelier in the air, holding black short sticks and thick books, seemingly studying magic.
Su Changxing shot two arrows upward from the second-floor corridor, killing the two witches on the chandelier, with the chandelier gradually consuming their bodies, leaving no blood flowing down.
Since it was nighttime, many of these witches went out for pleasure, and Anqunni also transferred some away, so not many witches were left in the museum.
Su Changxing continued onward, shooting and killing every witch that appeared in his sight, leaving none alive.
To him, these people were the followers of that mad divine spirit, and it was best to eliminate them completely.
Followers of an enemy god were likely still enemies.
He searched each room on the second floor one by one, finding various items, from relics of the Ancient Church to Master-Level paintings, from ancient creature bones to some fragmented rune pieces.
He didn’t go to the first floor, he directly headed to the third floor, feeling that such an important item wouldn’t be placed below.
The environment above was even darker, the temperature was a few degrees cooler, and strange lush plants grew on the edges of the walls.
Who knew.
He had just ascended the stairs, hadn’t yet walked a few steps forward, when he heard a woman’s scream echoing in the space. He didn’t know where it came from; the sound wasn’t loud, but it was very even.
Damn!
Su Changxing realized the witches had detected him, although he didn’t know the method, it didn’t matter.
He had expected this kind of situation, initially thinking that the likelihood of detection was low, and he was quite confident in his stealth ability, but ultimately, he was discovered.
In an instant.
Chirp chirp chirp chirp——
More than a dozen witches appeared.
They cast spells.
Dense black stones smashed toward him, hitting the floor and making crackling sounds.
"Intruder!"
"Kill him!"
"Such a cute man!"
"Can I use him first!"
...
Chaotic female voices echoed in the space, speaking various things in an elegant tone.
White feathers filled the sky.
Su Changxing appeared on the chandelier in the mid-air of the fourth floor, took out a firearm and continuously fired at the witches below.
But soon after, dozens of witches appeared around him, attacking him.
Dense black stones shot towards him again, sealing off the surrounding space completely, leaving no room to dodge.
Su Changxing shook the bell in his hand, his body turned into a phantom, black stones passed through his ghostly form and returned to their previous position.
Although he had previously lured away a large portion of witches in the museum, the remaining number was still daunting.
They stood on the chandelier, on windows, on the ceiling, on the walls, continuously casting spells and launching attacks at Su Changxing.
Each witch seemed to master the same spell and could teleport and manipulate the black stones to attack.
But each one also possessed relatively unique magic.
Su Changxing felt his body continually getting heavier, increasingly weak, white calcareous on his skin became more numerous, and his vision seemed blurrier than before.
His various attribute values were extremely high, yet these curse spells still had an effect on him.
"Surrender, heretic! No matter how strong you are, how can you match our numerous sisters?"
"I must say, you’re daring. For so long, hardly anyone dared break in."
An elegant, slightly husky female voice came from above, laden with sarcasm.
Su Changxing looked up and discovered another Guard Commander. There were two witch Guard Commanders in the Witch Museum, one was Anqunni from before, and the other was this person before him.
Su Changxing sneered coldly.
Since he was exposed, then so be it; he didn’t need to worry so much.
"You have no right to talk to me. Summon your witch leader!"
The witch Guard Commander was instantly enraged upon hearing this, noticing that Su Changxing hadn’t spared him a glance from beginning to end. His body trembled violently, eyes fierce:
"I have no right? Say that when you’re dead, you damned heretic!"
Su Changxing’s hand speed suddenly accelerated, killing seven or eight witches around him instantly, then he nonchalantly remarked:
"If you won’t accept negotiations, then I shall resort to violence. Don’t blame me for being too brutal then!"
The witch Guard Commander bit her bright red lips, her eyes painted with black eyeliner exploded with black light, a streak of lightning breached the space striking in front of Su Changxing.
"Brutal?"
"Let’s see how brutal you can be! Sisters, beat him up, beat him to death!"
Su Changxing extended his left hand, his palm emitted golden radiance, forcefully blocking the black lightning, leaving his skin unscathed.
He glanced at the surrounding witches, finally deciding to implement Plan B, waving a hand, giant black shadows appeared around him, wielding huge blades and colliding firearms, they were rune warriors.
He dropped over thirty repaired rune warriors from the Pocket Galaxy.
Metal clashing with wood floors, the rune warriors landed heavily on the museum’s wooden floor, the iron soles of their feet creating dents, oozing red blood.
Rune warriors possessed the strength of a Great Wizard.
The strength of a Great Wizard spanned between Tier Six to Tier Five; they could be considered very strong Tier Six extraordinary beings, or relatively weak Tier Five extraordinary beings.
Individually, rune warriors were far stronger than ordinary witches and had excellent defensive abilities with superior combat capabilities.
Yet most of these witches had only recently been ordinary people, unable to fully utilize the power they possessed.
After the appearance of over thirty rune warriors, it immediately formed a crushing situation, pursuing and hacking the witches.
The witches had no time to counterattack and were forced to scramble like mice, constantly shifting positions.
Suddenly, the museum was filled with cries and wails of anguish.