Eternal Night

Chapter 110: Really Strong
Killing monsters in Castlevania will make you stronger, and there is a very small chance that you will get fantasy items.

Wu Xianxiao has not yet obtained the fantasy item, but he already knows what it means to become stronger...

Negative!

Something negative, to be exact.

When he kills monsters in Castlevania, the effects of weak monsters are not obvious, but when slightly stronger and larger monsters are killed, extremely faint light particles will appear in the powder after being crushed, and these light particles will fall into his body.

As these light particles fell into his body, his physical body changed. His Qi and blood began to circulate vigorously as if he had taken a panacea. His blood and Qi were like mercury, and great power was born as they circulated within his body.

But at the same time, his sleepless aura was slightly suppressed, the light began to become a little dim, and slight negative emotions flickered in his mind.

Some kind of pollution was stimulating his flesh and spirit. Wu Xianxiao didn't know how others felt, but having cultivated the state of sleeplessness, he was particularly sensitive to this. This strange external energy was like heavenly wealth, stimulating his body to continue to grow stronger, but it also increased his negative load.

Perhaps the people in this world do not have such deep feelings, but as a person who practices Chinese martial arts and observes himself, and has the sleepless aura to control his spirit, Wu Xianxiao is well aware of the subtlest changes in his body and mind. After killing all the skeleton soldiers in the hall, he closed his eyes and sensed it slightly, and he knew the general idea.

Forty-six skeleton soldiers are equivalent to about three pounds of pig monster meat in stimulation and enhancement to the body, but the negative effects are accumulated imperceptibly in the mind. Fortunately, he has the sleepless aura to burn these negative effects, which can be gradually calmed down and eliminated over time.

This improvement is actually insignificant to him. His daily exercise has this effect. Forty-six skeleton soldiers are not as great as the improvement of his one-day exercise.

But this is only for his physical body!

If an ordinary person obtains the upgrade of these forty-six skeleton soldiers, his body can be strengthened from a weak scholar to a strong man. This is a significant improvement.

And these are just the lowest level chaos monsters. Wu Xianxiao thought about it carefully and realized that the strength of these skeleton soldiers is weaker than that of an ordinary normal male, and their flexibility is much worse. Apart from their terrifying appearance, they have no supernatural powers. As long as they have the courage, any normal adult male can easily deal with them.

It can be said that the increase in "experience points" in this Castlevania is really significant.

But this negative accumulation is also terrible.

No, it's not purely negative!

Wu Xianxiao sensed it carefully and felt that this thing could only be described as pollution. It subtly affected the body and mind. If he did not have a way to introspect himself, he would only feel that it was the environment here that caused the psychological depression, as well as the fatigue accumulated in physical combat. Over time, the body would be penetrated by this pollution and eventually he would really become one of the monsters in this demon city.

Wu Xianxiao didn't have time to think about it at this time. He just stood in the hall with his eyes closed and silent.

The state of mind that he had during the battle at the village entrance appeared again.

With him as the center, the surroundings seemed to turn into a calm lake. As soon as he thought about it, waves began to appear on the lake surface, and then spread out to the surroundings in the form of ripples. Any living creature, monster, or even object that he encountered would turn back to him.

The next second, Wu Xianxiao opened his eyes and walked towards one of the doors.

There are all kinds of important roads, secret rooms and traps in Demon City. Moreover, this is a chaotic realm, in a state of chaotic change, so it is impossible to have a specific topographic map. Only because of the existence of regional commanders and demon kings, there are general regional locations. What Wu Xianxiao has to do now is to go to the location with the most monsters.

No matter where Chuchu lands, it is always right for him to kill the monsters in Castlevania. The more he kills, the fewer monsters there will be in Castlevania in the short term. Although they will be reborn on the next full moon night, the fewer monsters there are, the safer Chuchu will be.

This is the simplest thinking. At this time, every second counts. Wu Xianxiao has no time to think too much and can only go to the next room as quickly as possible.

In the next room, which seemed to be an art showroom, as Wu Xianxiao stepped into it, the oil paintings, sculptures, and armors all came alive. Moonlight shone in from the window, and the portraits in the paintings all stretched out half of their bodies. Then the paintings floated up, and the sculptures and armors also moved their bodies and walked towards Wu Xianxiao.

At the same time, the gate behind him turned into a wall, and the gate disappeared after he passed through.

"Hello everyone."

Wu Xianxiao looked at the portrait stretched out in the oil painting. Although he knew it was a monster, it was at least in human form... half human form, so he said seriously: "I'm looking for an emerald green bird. May I ask if you have seen it? If you can tell me where she is, I will be very grateful and will never hurt you."

The statues and the animated armor naturally did not react at all, but the portraits in the dozen or so oil paintings, whether male or female, were rushing towards Wu Xianxiao. Most of them had ferocious faces, and their features were beginning to distort towards the uncanny valley effect. However, there were also a few oil paintings that showed mockery, and they did not rush forward immediately, but slowed down halfway, waiting to watch a good show.

Wu Xianxiao raised the big knife and slashed it out with the first blow. The two statues in front were directly cut off. The knife light was as white as jade. There was another flash, and three more activated armors were shattered into pieces.

What followed was a real massacre. With the sword waving, Wu Xianxiao's figure could not even be seen clearly. He only saw a streak of light passing by, and the area within ten meters became a field of sword light. By the time the remaining few paintings came to their senses, all the statues, animated armor, paintings, etc. had been reduced to ashes. Wu Xianxiao tried to put on a flattering, but in fact it was a ferocious smile. He said politely: "Can you please tell me where the bird went? I would be very grateful."

The faces of several oil paintings all showed confusion, doubt, and bewildered expressions, but after that, their faces all distorted and they all pounced towards Wu Xianxun.

Wu Xianxiao sighed, and swung the sword in his hand forward. Except for two oil paintings that were not affected due to his control, the rest were completely shattered.

Surprisingly, the two paintings were not angry at all. They showed their fangs and claws but did not touch Wu Xianxiao. They knew immediately that they had met a ruthless person.

They are a few monsters that still have some intelligence, but they are not high-level and their combat power is weak. However, because they are located in the front hall, they can also come into contact with many powerful extraordinary people who come to the Castlevania. One of them laughed in a harsh and sinister voice: "Another traveler who pursues justice, or desire, has come."

The other portrait stuck out a tongue several inches long, licking the air while saying, "Soon, you will become one of us. If you're lucky, you might even become a high-level monster. If you're unlucky, and you run into the leaders and are completely devoured by them, you won't even be able to become a monster."

"Hahaha, we are immortal, you absolutely cannot..."

Wu Xianxiao ignored them and just searched around to make sure there were no other monsters. Then he put down the sword in his hand and concentrated his mind under the puzzled gazes of the two monsters. A ball of light floated out from between his brows.

He directly summoned out the sleepless spiritual light, and once he summoned it out, he immediately pushed it to the limit.

In an instant, the remains of the monster on the ground turned into black gas, and when the black gas was illuminated by the sleepless light, it immediately made all kinds of burning sounds and howling sounds. At the same time, the two intact oil paintings also began to howl, and the oil painting papers seemed to have a little trace of burning, but Wu Xianxiao controlled the intensity of the sleepless light so that it would not burn, but would only be in a state of slight roasting.

“…What is this!? Ah, it hurts!”

"I'm going to disappear! Impossible! This is the realm of chaos! Those extraordinary people who believe in the new gods can't do this!"

Wu Xianxiao immediately smiled with a sincere and kind smile and said in a gentle and pleading tone: "I beg you, please tell me where the bird went, and I will remove the light immediately, okay?"

In the eyes of the two monsters, the human in front of them was looking at them with a hideous smile and mocking them in an extremely sarcastic tone. Some strange feeling made them furious all of a sudden.

Because the human in front of me is very weak!

They felt that as long as they avoided the sword, they could slaughter this human in minutes!

So the two portraits said nothing, but just looked at Wu Xianxiao with vicious eyes. They were not afraid of death anyway, so what if they died once?

So, under Wu Xianxiao's gaze, the two portraits of monsters were burned to charcoal, and then shattered into pieces and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, although Wu Xianxiao was disappointed, he also admired the two monsters in the portraits.

He could endure the agony of being roasted to death alive and yet he refused to reveal any information. If it were a normal person in another era, he would have been a martyr.

"I didn't expect that the monsters in this Castlevania would be so loyal to the Demon King. They are so stubborn..."

Wu Xianxiao did not delay, retracted his sleepless aura, turned around and walked to the room on the next floor.

And just as the monsters in the two oil paintings disappeared, in the Demon King's Hall at the highest point of Castlevania, a huge human being nearly ten meters tall sat on a blood-red chair. He held a wine glass in one hand and supported his head with the other hand, his eyes closed as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes sharply.

At this time, shadows gathered around him, and a voice said, "Master, is there any setback in the battlefield of Nicheng? Is the Titan of the End... so powerful?"

The giant shook his head slightly, without explaining, and just murmured: "Completely disappeared? Not absorbed by the stronger pollution, but the pollution just dissipated and disappeared?"

"Send people to each area to count the number of monsters, especially the number of newly born monsters..."

“A funny thing happened.”

(End of this chapter)