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The golem guarding the tower coiled its body with its eyes closed, showing no reaction.
Dak quickly crossed the bridge, and there he was.
We entered the castle.
Saint Marian's castle is a maze of interconnected passages, and golems patrol it every night.
However, the golem will only activate the warning function before midnight, and will enter "guard" mode after midnight. Once it discovers a student, it will make an arrest.
Therefore, midnight is the curfew time for the entire castle.
Dark took out the Sorting Card and summoned Impmon.
Digimon sensed Dark's thoughts and couldn't help but show a hint of excitement.
The dull and monotonous college life has actually been suppressing its true nature.
It's Devimon, the Devimon destined to stand tall in the sky!
Night is its domain.
Above the night sky lies its throne!
"come over."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Dark looked at the little devilmon, whose expression changed at will, with a dark face, and said helplessly, "Do you remember the road we took when we followed Witt last time? Take me there."
Impmon immediately regained his composure and slapped his face, saying, "Of course I remember! Who am I?"
Dark smiled and said, "Then hurry up."
The night is indeed a good environment.
I feel like the emotions I've been suppressing for so long have found an outlet and are slowly flowing out.
He waved his hand, and the butterflies followed his direction, forming a colorful ribbon.
Professor Cazell said the flower card would guide him back to his roots. But in reality, they just fluttered aimlessly around the card.
Dark guessed it was because of the distance.
Fortunately, he had previously tracked Witt for some distance, allowing him to get closer.
Therefore, he followed the little devil beast and moved quickly, first arriving at the window where he had looked at the moon, then going down to the next floor, crossing the external bridge, and entering another area of the castle.
Continue forward while carefully avoiding the golems.
About ten minutes later, Dark finally found the archmage statue he had used to hide last time.
It was here that the butterflies suddenly reacted and flew off in a specific direction.
"coming."
Dark realized he was within range.
Last time, Devimon lost track of Vito not far ahead.
Considering that this is a game world derived from "Harry Potter", it's impossible that there wouldn't be secret passages in the castle.
Vittor must have used the secret passage to evade the pursuit of the Impmon.
Dak followed them until the butterflies stuck to a wall and stopped flying.
He realized that his destination must be somewhere inside the wall.
“Are you a friend of mine?”
Dark squinted and quickly scanned the wall.
With a wisp of magic injected, his finger suddenly sank into the wall!
After a moment of shock, Dark immediately commanded Impmon to take the lead and crawl inside.
But the butterflies swarmed in before the little devilmon!
Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me.
Dark's expression changed slightly. He grabbed Little Devimon and pressed it into the wall, then went inside himself.
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Me.
He's a newbie.
It's an honor to meet everyone here, as this is my first time writing a book on Hedgehog Cat.
I've been very nervous since yesterday.
I've only slept three hours so far, and I'm still writing...
In short, don't worry, it will definitely be delivered before midnight tonight, and maybe even more.
Although this is supposed to be a plea for sympathy, I'm really not good at it.
Because if it's truly a miserable situation, there's no need to sell it.
There is no doubt that this book was extremely difficult to write.
But my writing skills are undoubtedly excellent. [x]
So you guys really don't need to worry about me. It's impossible for me to mess up the writing; it's just that I write slowly.
If you write slowly, just put in more time; everyone knows that hard work pays off.
The time also needs to be allocated to other tasks, so there is a limit.
Subscriptions provide incentives, and this applies to all authors.
As for the reward...
This unlimited bounty will continue until midnight tonight.
After midnight, I will open another bounty depending on the situation. It will still be unlimited, but the threshold will be raised, otherwise people will die.
So before midnight is my last chance to get rid of me.
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I squeezed in a few moments between writing this to write a post about the book's release. Please forgive me if it's not moving enough.
When it goes live at 10 AM, it's very likely that not all ten chapters will be released at once, but the rest will be added in the afternoon.
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Chapter 67 Little Devil Beast Begs for First Subscription
Did I hear that right? A dozen seconds later, Professor Sylph appeared in the corridor, looking around at the walls with slight hesitation. Then Professor Didi flew over, glanced around, and said, "Why don't we go take a look over there? I feel like something's not right there." Kids these days are getting more and more difficult. Professor Sylph nodded, "Times have changed. Back in our day, we were too busy studying to have time for nighttime outings."
Separated only by a wall. Dark calmly waited for Professor Sylph and Professor Didi to gradually move away before finally letting out a sigh of relief and releasing the little impmon he was holding. The impmon, which had been pinned down by him, couldn't breathe for a while. Now, it suddenly gasped for air, as if it had come back to life: "The air of freedom is so good." Dark frowned: "You're just a familiar, is it really necessary?" The impmon lowered its head and muttered: "What's wrong with being a familiar? Don't familiars have the right to breathe?" Dark ignored him: "Go, scout ahead." "Okay." The little devil beast immediately drooped its head and flew forward. Dark took out his magic pen and drew his magic mark on the wall as he walked. The butterfly created by the flower card was obviously not intelligent and did not know how to choose its own path. It could only be used as a pointer. If you just followed it, you would only keep hitting the wall. Dark was glad that he had brought a shoulder bag with him when he left. All the necessary tools were in it. It was just that his spatial imagination was not enough to draw a map out of thin air. The torches on both sides of the secret passage kept lighting up, gradually illuminating the way ahead. Dark walked forward, and once he took a detour, he would turn back and turn to another fork in the road. He did this repeatedly, and he walked in the maze-like secret passage for more than half an hour.
Inevitably, his senses gradually became confused, and he could no longer distinguish east from west. Just as he was feeling a growing sense of unease, a voice suddenly came from the other side of the wall. "Squid, your behavior last night went a bit too far." "No way, Pufferfish. If you can't even accept this, you should leave the cult as soon as possible!" "I know this is just a rehearsal, but—" "No buts! Look at your fat chin and soft belly, no one told you 'buts' when you were born! You've gone too far, you thief." "I'm just stating the facts." Okay, I can't argue with you. What do we need to do next? "Whh" Hide yourself well. 2. Don't let the professors find out.
As the sounds faded into the distance, Dark muttered, "How cautious, addressing each other by the name of seafood. It seems that Mr. Squid was the one who turned Robert into a woman last night." He rested for a while before continuing along the wall, finally finding a way to reach the other side. Working backward from the direction the squid and pufferfish had gone, Dark was on the right track. Judging from the butterflies' reactions, the final destination should be nearby. Therefore, he slowed his pace. No one knew how many people were in that so-called "Order." If there were others, he needed to be prepared to act at any moment. But he seemed quite lucky—until he entered the small hall, he didn't encounter any—no, no one! Dark immediately turned and retreated, leaning against the wall to look inside. But the increasingly active butterflies flew uncontrollably inside. He cursed inwardly, then saw the reflection of the statue inside the hall flicker and then disappear! "(0o0) Hmm, Dark immediately chuckled. The person hiding behind seemed worried about being discovered. This made Dark immediately realize that he was also an intruder. "How about... teasing him—" The thought flashed through his mind. Of course, he didn't actually do that. Mainly because the butterflies had already flown to the vicinity of the statue, landing and flying up on various parts of the statue like collecting honey. The statue, as delicate as white jade, emitted a soft white light, and each time the butterflies landed, they could collect a speck of light. But the speckles of light could not last long, turning into stardust in the air and dissolving into the air. The person hiding behind the statue was obviously affected by the butterflies, and could faintly hear some rustling sounds. It seemed that he couldn't help but drive away the approaching butterflies. Dark had some guesses in his mind and took out the Tuxedo Mask from his card pack.
A glimmer of light appeared. His school uniform was replaced by that cheap tuxedo. Black tuxedo, top hat, white glasses, crimson cloak, white gloves, and a blood-red rose! If you disregarded the cheapness of the material, it was actually a standard gentleman's outfit. But Dark touched his cheek, feeling that calling himself "Masked" just by wearing glasses was a bit much. But for the moment, he couldn't find anything to cover his face.
Meanwhile, the person hiding behind the statue, perhaps annoyed by the butterflies, or perhaps realizing that Dark was also an "intruder"—or perhaps feeling discovered—suddenly became much more aggressive in shooing away the butterflies! As an unusually intense light suddenly shone from behind the statue, all the butterflies fluttering around it were instantly annihilated! "Crack!" Dark pulled out the Butterfly Orchid card and discovered a fatal crack in its very center! "I didn't expect the professor to be telling me; it really was just a little trinket." Dark realized he had finally found the truth in the professor's words and couldn't help but laugh and cry. A proper Magical Spirit card wouldn't be destroyed simply because the Magical Spirit was eliminated.
"Stop hiding, come out!" Vittoria emerged from behind the statue, followed by a magnificent stag! Dark almost burst out laughing at the sight. Vittoria was also using a costume card, and it was a full-body masked knight's suit—the crudely made "Beelzebub Fly Suit"—made by Senior Leon himself, who knew if it had been sold through a pyramid scheme. In short, Vittoria in the fly suit looked like a giant fly, his face covered with large compound eyes.
It's a tool. But I must say, if we disregard appearance and only consider its function in concealing identity, this fly mask is far more useful than Dark's tuxedo mask. "But you've already changed clothes, why did you still summon that iconic white stag?" "No, I can't laugh anymore. I must learn from this and never make the same mistake as him."
Without a second thought, Dark took off running, leaving only a dashing silhouette for the brave son who had finally mustered his courage. But the brave son, seemingly frustrated for too long, actually gave chase upon seeing someone flee without a fight!
Chapter 68 Darkwitt's First Encounter
"Hey! I can't let you catch up!" The difference in strength between the two had already been evident during the lap race. Dark ran ahead without any panic, occasionally glancing around to see the increasingly panting Witt running helplessly. But Witt wasn't really stupid. Seeing the difference in leg strength become apparent, he finally remembered his stag! A moment later, Witt climbed onto the stag's back, enduring the strain on his legs from the stag's running, his sharp eyes piercing through the fly's compound eyes, seemingly wanting to pierce the back of the person in front of him! Meanwhile, Dark, who was running ahead, flashed and disappeared around the bend. From the moment Witt climbed onto the stag, Darkt knew the race was over. The long-term existence of the magical spirit required a continuous consumption of magic power. But the magical talent of the hero's son was enough to support him to keep up for an entire night.
While maneuvering around corners might create a temporary distance, it's unlikely to shake them off completely. Therefore, it's time to fight back.
In the 8th second, the trash slime appeared in his hand. After another turn to circumvent the line of sight, Eevee began running ahead of him. At the next fork in the road, the arrogant crest appeared on Eevee's forehead. Its speed suddenly increased, disappearing like lightning. Witgold finally saw Dark's back again, continuously channeling his magic into Stag's body, a Flower Card already in his hand. →【Forbidden Love】The distance between the two rapidly closed. Just as Witgold's lips curled into a smile, thinking he was about to catch up, the person in front suddenly took off his tall top hat and threw it back! The black top hat spun in the air, hurtling towards Stag due to his high speed. Witgold didn't have time to react, but Stag suddenly stopped and turned right, helping him narrowly avoid the oncoming hat. But immediately afterward—a pool of green, slimy substance appeared from behind the top hat, slapping him on the face. In the instant his vision was obscured... A sudden surge of immense fear rose within Witte. Yet everything happened so suddenly.
He only vaguely saw a small shadow flash across the air, and then his proud stag let out a miserable cry, instantly annihilated without any resistance. Then the green slime on his face suddenly disappeared. He fell from the air. Fortunately, the stag had stopped abruptly just as it was smeared on his face. Otherwise, driven by inertia, the fall would likely have been half-dead.
At the corner. Dark waved his hand—and two streaks of light disappeared back into the magic card tucked between his fingers. whl A simple encounter. "Shouldn't have been exposed, right?" He glanced at the hero's son, whose butt had almost been cracked open. Dark emerged from another fork in the road, picked up the black top hat from the ground with Vittor on his back, blew on it to remove the dust, and then elegantly and calmly put it on.
Then, ignoring Witt, he quickly circled back to the small temple. Now that the "Order's" seafood had left and Witt, a destabilizing factor, was eliminated, it would be a waste of "Professor Kazel's gift" not to take this opportunity to thoroughly study the temple. Dark wasn't really interested in the Order's founding principles or objectives. He was simply after the origin of "Hanafuda" (a card game). Now, the situation was very clear: the goddess statue in the temple was the origin of "Hanafuda"! As Dark entered, the torches that had been extinguished relit, illuminating every corner of the hall. Dark summoned a small demon beast, letting it circle the temple to ensure no one was hiding. He himself walked to the front of the statue to carefully observe this goddess statue that initially gave the impression of "holiness." It clasped its hands to its chest, its eyes closed, and bowed slightly, like a pure maiden praying in a church. The soft aura emanating from WH was incredibly soothing. Unlike Witt, Dark wasn't simply drawn to the statue. He observed it carefully for a moment, initially concluding it was likely a goddess of the room. "The power of the flower cards originates from this. Was Bliss diminished because it was purified by divine power?" To verify his guess, Dark took out [Bliss 1]. But the instant he infused it with a trace of magic, [Bliss 11] and the statue simultaneously erupted with extremely intense light! Dark abruptly closed his eyes, and in his dark vision, a [Bliss +1] flashed by. This instantly alerted him, and he immediately stopped inputting magic into [Bliss 1]! "Damn! It's the same power from the same source!" "Dark, who had just woken up, paled drastically. Beneath the idol's holy exterior lay a sin of [Bliss] far more concentrated than his own at this stage! It turned out that the [Bliss] could be reduced by the flower cards, not purified, but absorbed! At this moment, using [Bliss 1] as a medium, the [Bliss] accumulated within the idol was pouring into his body! It was like water flowing downhill; it needed to reach a balance to stop! Fortunately, [Bliss 1] was merely [Bliss 1]; its energy transmission channel was too small and fragile, so it was currently only [Bliss+]."
The pipes were already connected; even if the input of magic was interrupted, it couldn't be shut off. At the crucial moment, Dark retrieved [Pride 1].
Six seconds later, Impmon's eyes changed. Dark didn't hesitate to throw [Elysium 1] into the sky. Impmon, who had long been annoyed by this spell card, immediately flapped its wings and launched three shark-headed syringes in a triangular formation at the pink card, shattering it to pieces! "Hahahaha!" Impmon's maniacal laughter echoed through the temple. "I am Impmon, born noble! And you mere spell cards dare to provoke me? If any of my lowly cards dare to provoke me again, they will suffer the same fate of being utterly destroyed!" "Oh ho ho ho!"
With the shattering of [Elysium 1], the connection between Dark and the idol was finally severed.
A crack appeared. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his gaze toward the statue grew increasingly grave. "How could something like this exist in St. Marian's secret chamber?" "Professor Cazell probably knows. What is he thinking?" "He wouldn't want me to destroy this thing, would he?" "And who exactly is the goddess this statue symbolizes?" One question after another kept popping up. Darke twirled the [Pride 1] in his hand, falling into a brief moment of contemplation.