Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

As the reminder sound of the Samsara Paradise rang out, the entire villa emitted a teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking, the flesh and blood fungal carpet covering the surface of the wall twitched wildly, and the dark purple capillaries shrank like the tide, revealing the carbonized concrete structure underneath.

Mike's body, twisted into strange angles, gradually turned into sand, but the smell of sulfur in the air became stronger.

The pollution of the power of the ancient gods had already penetrated the foundation, and countless wriggling bronze talismans were revealed where the wall had peeled off, and they were reorganizing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The alarm sounds from the church camp faintly penetrated the rain curtain, and at least three extraordinary waves were approaching at high speed.

Although the fight between Lin Yi and Mike just now was very short, such a big commotion must have attracted the attention of other people in the church.

Lin Yi's eyes swept around and finally stopped on the door inlaid with bronze nails with human faces.

The relief on the door was still slowly moving its eyes, as if looking at him.

Lin Yi arrived at the door, and just as his fingers were about to touch the door handle, the relief on the door suddenly let out a sharp hissing sound, and its eyeballs bulged out suddenly, almost breaking free from the door panel and rushing straight into his face.

Lin Yi slashed with his sword without hesitation, and the relief shattered instantly, turning into a pool of smelly mucus, dripping onto the ground, making a "hissing" corrosion sound.

Behind the door was a pitch-black room.

The moment Lin Yi stepped into the room, the ground under his feet suddenly became soft, as if he was stepping on the skin of some creature.

The walls of the room were covered with wriggling blood vessels, and the bundles of nerves hanging from the ceiling were tangled together like vines, densely packed together, with a huge flesh cocoon connected to the end.

The surface of the meat cocoon was covered with purple lines, which rose and fell with breathing, emitting a faint light.

[Hint: The hunter has come into contact with a special creature, the ancient god embryo. ]

Under Lin Yi's gaze, the thin film on the surface of the purple cocoon expanded and contracted like breathing, and soon became transparent, like a layer of gauze being lifted, revealing the horrific existence hidden within.

The tentacles in the room seemed to be summoned by something and rushed towards Lin Yi frantically.

They brought with them a fishy smell and disgusting mucus, like ferocious poisonous snakes, trying to devour him completely.

"Shh-!"

The sword flashed, and the first few tentacles that rushed over were broken.

Purple liquid spurted out from the fracture, falling on the ground with a "sizzling" corrosion sound and emitting bursts of white smoke.

This was just the beginning, more tentacles emerged from the cracks in the walls and ceiling, surging like a tide.

Lin Yi did not stop, his eyes were always fixed on the flesh cocoon in the center of the room.

The membrane of the cocoon has become transparent, and a vague figure can be vaguely seen curled up inside.

The figure seemed to sense Lin Yi's gaze and slowly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes without pupils, only a deep purple. Wherever the gaze reached, even the air became stagnant, bringing with it a suffocating feeling of oppression.

"boom--!"

The flesh cocoon shook violently, and an invisible mental shock rushed directly into Lin Yi's mind.

Lin Yi's temples were throbbing, the scene before his eyes began to distort, and whispers rang in his ears, as if countless people were whispering in his mind, the voices were sometimes sharp, sometimes low, with a maddening confusion.

[Hint: The hunter is mentally polluted and is undergoing a will test...]

[Judgment passed, the hunter is immune to this mental pollution. ]

Lin Yi forced himself to calm his mind, and suddenly stabbed out the black and white rose in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the core of the cocoon.

"Pfft——!"

The moment the sword blade pierced the flesh cocoon, purple liquid gushed out like a fountain, splashing on Lin Yi's clothes, making a "sizzling" corrosion sound.

The figure inside the meat cocoon let out a sharp scream, the voice full of pain and anger.

The entire room began to shake violently, blood vessels on the walls burst, and purple liquid poured down like a rainstorm.

The nerve bundles on the ceiling twitched like dying snakes, hanging limply to the ground, making "clicking" sounds.

The figure inside the flesh cocoon suddenly stretched out a hand, and its pale and slender fingers tightly grasped Lin Yi's sword.

The hand looked fragile, but it contained terrifying power. The sword could not move forward even a bit under its grip.

"Mortal...how dare you blaspheme the embryo of God..." A cold voice sounded in Lin Yi's mind, with a condescending contempt.

This sound was not transmitted through the air, but echoed directly in Lin Yi's consciousness. The ancient god disdained to use the language of this world, and was even too lazy to use the void language.

"God? Nothing more than a deformed monster."

Lin Yi twisted the hilt of the sword, and the hand holding the blade began to crack, and purple blood flowed along the edge of the sword.

As Lin Yi exerted force with his wrist, the sword tip poked into the flesh cocoon, and a crack appeared on the surface of the flesh cocoon. Purple liquid gushed out like a flood.

The tip of his sword stirred inside the meat cocoon. Every time it stirred, the figure inside the meat cocoon would let out a shrill roar, but Lin Yi's movements did not pause at all, as if he was completing an ordinary task.

[Hint: The hunter has destroyed the ancient god embryo, and the power of the ancient god has dissipated. ]

As the cold reminder sounded in my mind, the figure in the meat cocoon quickly disintegrated and turned into pieces of drifting dust.

Lin Yi stood where he was, glanced around, and after confirming that there was no more threat, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Just as he took a step forward, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook again, and a weak energy wave came from behind him.

Lin Yi turned his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on the remains of the destroyed meat cocoon.

A purple crystal slowly rose from the ashes. The crystal was only the size of a fist, with lines all over its surface, and emitted a faint light.

Lin Yi walked forward and reached out to pick up the crystal.

The crystals are cool to the touch, like ice.

[Tip: The hunter has obtained the Ancient God Core (incomplete). This item is a special mission item, please use it with caution.]

Without much hesitation, Lin Yi put the crystal into the storage space, then turned and left the room.

Outside the villa area, the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the ground and reflecting a silvery glow.

The breeze blew by, and the shadows of the trees danced, as if nothing had happened. Only the faint smell of blood lingering in the air vaguely revealed the killings that had taken place here.

Shortly after Lin Yi left the villa area, several people wearing black robes of archbishops appeared in the villa area where Mike was.

"It seems that Mike should return to the arms of our Lord." An archbishop yawned and spoke lazily, as if he didn't care about Mike's death. He looked around with a careless indifference.

"Judging from the aura, this guy Mike actually dared to use believers to feed the miracles of our Lord privately. He deserves to die." Another archbishop snorted coldly, and his fingers under the black robe gently stroked the purple pendant hanging on his chest.

"However, although Mike was stupid, his death gave us an opportunity." The third archbishop spoke slowly, his eyes swept across the villa area, and finally stopped on the door that was chopped apart by Lin Yi, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"You mean... the intruder?" The archbishop who spoke first narrowed his eyes, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

His fingers tapped lightly on the edge of his black robe, as if he was thinking about something.

"That's right." The third archbishop nodded. "He was able to kill Mike and destroy the Lord's embryo. This man's strength should not be underestimated. It seems that he is also coming for the things in the ruins. And... I smell the scent of the core."

"Core?!" The other two archbishops exclaimed at the same time, with greed that was hard to conceal in their tone.

"Yes, although it is only a broken core, the power contained in it is enough to allow us to go further." There was a hint of fanaticism in the voice of the third archbishop. "As long as we can find him and take back the core, the glory of our Lord will surely come again!"

"But... we don't even know who he is, how can we find him?" asked the second archbishop with a frown.

The third archbishop sneered and took out a purple crystal ball from his black robe.

A blurry scene emerged in the crystal ball, which was Lin Yi's back as he left the villa area.

Unfortunately, the image in the crystal ball was not clear, and they could only barely see that Lin Yi was wearing a black priest robe.

This kind of clothes is too common in the camp, even the three of them are wearing the same style.

Trying to find a person wearing an ordinary priest robe in such a huge camp is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“Although Mike is dead, his remaining power of the ancient gods is still there. This crystal ball can track anyone who has come into contact with the power of the ancient gods.” He whispered, “As long as he is still in this area, he will not be able to escape from our grasp.”

"What are we waiting for? Gather people immediately and hunt him down!" said the first archbishop impatiently.

"No rush." ​​The third archbishop shook his head. "This man was able to kill Mike, so he must be very powerful. We need more preparations."

"You mean..." The second archbishop seemed to be thinking. "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." The third archbishop said slowly, with a sneer on his face, "Since he is here for the things in the ruins, let him go. We just need to wait for him in the ruins and reap the benefits."

The other two archbishops looked at each other and then smiled grimly.

"Let us begin," the first archbishop whispered, "for the glory of our Lord."

As the three people finished speaking, they closed their eyes at the same time and began to chant obscure spells in a low voice.

The purple mist in the air gradually became thicker, and the concentration of the power of the ancient gods, which had begun to dissipate, rose again.

Following the road in the camp, Lin Yi came to the entrance to the Misri ruins.

Here, the people in the camp sent out two teams to guard the place to prevent anyone else from breaking in.

"Stop! Warrant!" A guard stepped forward and blocked Lin Yi's way.

Lin Yi did not answer, and did not even pause.

The moment the other party opened his mouth, a flash of cold light passed by, like the scythe of the god of death, accurately slashing across the guard's neck.

"Damn...enemy..." The guard covered his neck, blood gushed out from between his fingers, and his voice became hoarse.

Before he could sound the alarm, the power of the abyss had already begun to erode his body.

Lin Yi did not stop, he stepped over the bodies of the guards and walked towards the entrance of the ruins.

There is no gate at the entrance of the Misri ruins, only a desolate ruin and several broken stone pillars.

The moment Lin Yi stepped into the ruins, a faint white mist surged in from all directions, as if some invisible creature was quietly approaching.

Lin Yi tried to release a trace of his perception, and found that his perception was greatly suppressed here.

Under normal circumstances, his perception can cover a range of about thirty meters, but here, his perception is compressed to the limit and he can only barely sense movements within half a meter.

In order to test the effect of the fog, Lin Yi closed his eyes and tried to return the same way.

But after he retreated nearly 150 meters, he still could not escape from the strange white fog.

"My perception has been suppressed to this extent, even the direction has been misled... This place is indeed not simple." Lin Yi muttered to himself, tapping the hilt of the sword at his waist with his fingers. This was his habitual action when thinking.

"Since perception is useless, let's use the most primitive method." Lin Yi took out a special compass from his arms. This was a prop he had spent a lot of money to obtain in the Samsara Paradise. It could resist external interference to a certain extent and could even play a role in some special scenarios.

When he looked down, he found that the compass needle seemed to be controlled by some invisible force. It was spinning wildly and could not point to any direction at all.

The pointer rotated faster and faster, making a slight "buzzing" sound.

"Tsk, even this thing is ineffective." Lin Yi put away the compass. He was not surprised.

Lin Yi took out the ancient god core he had obtained before from his personal space. As soon as the core appeared, the white mist seemed to be summoned and rushed towards the core frantically, and was swallowed up by it.

As the white mist dissipated, the space around Lin Yi gradually became clear.

He looked around and found that the roads and building outlines that were originally obscured by the fog were gradually emerging.

The purification range of the ancient god's core is about ten meters. Although it is not very wide, it is enough for him to find his direction in this fog.

Without the suppression of the white mist, Lin Yi's perception was instantly restored in part.

Although it is still restricted by some kind of force, it can at least sense movements within a radius of twenty meters.

The patterns on the surface of the core gradually lit up after absorbing the white mist, emitting a faint blue light.

As he moved forward, the white mist was continuously absorbed by the core, and the road became clearer.

The outline of the ruins gradually emerged. The broken stone pillars, collapsed walls, and ancient runes on the ground all told of the former glory of this place.

The originally barren ground was gradually replaced by ancient stone carvings and dilapidated buildings.

The style of these buildings is full of artistic sense, with intricate patterns carved on the stone pillars and faded gems inlaid on the walls. Despite the erosion of time, one can still see their former magnificence and exquisiteness.

Lin Yi stopped and carefully observed the stone carvings around him.

The stone carvings are engraved with complex runes and patterns. Although they are very old, one can still feel the remaining power in them.

Those runes are not simple decorations, but some kind of ancient power system.

If you can crack the secrets of these runes, you may be able to gain a lot from it.

"Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with me."

Lin Yi shook his head. If this kind of rune power was seen by those wizards who were keen on studying spells, they would probably regard it as a treasure.

But to Lin Yi, no matter how mysterious these runes are, they are nothing more than roadside scenery.

After walking for about ten minutes, Lin Yi suddenly stopped.

His ears moved slightly and caught a slight sound.

The sound was like the rustling of leaves in the wind, or like the whispering of some creature.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, leaned forward slightly, and entered a fighting state.

"Come out. Hiding is not a good habit." Lin Yi's voice was cold and contained a hint of sarcasm.

A vague figure slowly emerged from the fog.

It was a man wearing a gray robe, his face hidden under a hood, revealing only a pair of dark green eyes.

In his hand he held a jewel-studded staff, the light at the top of the staff faintly visible in the mist.

"Intruder, you shouldn't be here." The gray-robed man's voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Lin Yi sneered, and the sword tip flashed coldly in the mist.

"Shouldn't have come? Unfortunately, I never like to listen to other people's advice."

The gray-robed man didn't say anything else. He waved his staff and a green flame gushed out from the top of the staff and headed straight for Lin Yi.

Lin Yi dodged the fire attack easily.

He was extremely fast and closed the distance with the gray-robed man almost instantly.

"Too slow." Lin Yi's voice rang in the gray-robed man's ears, and then, with a flash of sword light, the gray-robed man's head flew out.

Strangely, the gray-robed man did not fall down, but continued to wave his staff, releasing more green flames. The flames intertwined into a large net in the air, trying to trap Lin Yi in it.

Lin Yi frowned and quickly stepped back to avoid being surrounded by the flames.

"Immortality? Or an illusion?" Lin Yi narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the movements of the gray-robed man.

He discovered that although the gray-robed man's body was cut into pieces, there was no bleeding from the wound, but instead black smoke was coming out.

"So that's it, it's a puppet." Lin Yi sneered and stabbed out with the sword in his hand again. This time, a layer of faint black light was wrapped around the edge of his sword.

As the sword flashed, the gray-robed man's body began to stiffen and his movements gradually slowed down.

Under the erosion of the power of the abyss, the opponent's power to control the puppet began to gradually dissipate. Finally, the gray-robed man's body completely stopped moving, fell to the ground, and turned into a pile of broken parts.

"It seems that the owner of this ruins does not welcome guests."

As the gray-robed man fell to the ground, Lin Yi's eyes looked into the depths of the ruins.

Continuing along the road, Lin Yi discovered that the buildings in this area began to collapse. The soles of Lin Yi's boots rolled over the rubble, and every step brought about a tiny cracking sound.

He glanced around, and saw faint energy fluctuations still lingering on the collapsed buildings and broken stone pillars.

"Are these traces from the battle three hundred years ago?"

Lin Yi did not forget that Bellamy once fought with the king of the Three-Winged Clan here.

He squatted down and gently touched a broken stone pillar with his fingers.

The surface of the stone pillar is covered with spider-web-like cracks, and some residual energy patterns can be vaguely seen in the cracks.

As soon as Lin Yi's fingertips touched, he felt a slight tingling sensation. The energy was still trying to resist the touch of the outside world, with an almost stubborn hostility. (End of this chapter)