There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 266, Sharp Mockery Behind the Scenes
Find a good spot and drag the ridiculously bulky, enchanted ballista into the Silver Bishop's room.

This is an extremely luxurious room, and its location is also quite excellent.

This was no easy feat; it was practically a bloody path carved out of the Silver Church.

The monster density here is really high.

The Glimmer Advancer has finally reached level 15, gaining a few more Glimmer skill points. With the addition of Spark, he can now achieve his final promotion.

The fifth skill point, Glimmer, is now available.

[Strike the Light (Light)]

Type: Passive

Effect: Each attack emits a faint spark
Light: The faint spark will no longer be easily extinguished.
Introduction: You saw it, no, you didn't see it. It's a faint light, no, it's a faint light in your eyes.

A very perplexing change has occurred.

Such an introduction is really hard to understand.

But it's not a big problem. Practice makes perfect, just try it out in battle.

He brandished his increasingly scarlet and ferocious, rusted giant axe, the rust gradually fading from its surface, and swung it fiercely at the Silver Cult guardian who had erected a protective barrier in front of him.

Amidst the deafening roar, a tiny spark was ignited during the attack.

More and more flames appeared, twinkling around Xiao Yang.

After entering the state of light, some unusual changes did occur when the light was applied.

These faint sparks became even more ethereal, devoid of substance, and unaffected by the aftershocks of the battle.

The investment of five points in the Glimmer skill doesn't seem to have yielded any particularly powerful abilities.

However, upon closer examination, this calculation method is not applicable.

This change brings a very obvious benefit.

As long as Xiao Yang continues to fight and wield his rusty giant axe, the light around him will never be completely extinguished.

"Will the light never be extinguished as long as the battle continues?"

"not bad."

Xiao Yang was very satisfied.

He roughly set up the huge enchanted ballista on the Silver Bishop's balcony, pushing it up rather roughly.

It was erected here, directly facing the main hall of the Silver Church, directly facing those two damned thorn bushes.

After some simple debugging and trial and error, I think it's about right.

This ballista is not so easy to set up, after all, it is a relatively high-end enchanted weapon.

However, Xiao Yang eventually completed the debugging.

It's hard to say whether it will work or not, but it feels like it would be fine.

"I think it's about right, I don't think there will be any problems!"

These two sentences, spoken offhand, represent a declaration that conveys a sense of confidence.

Xiao Yang is not in a good state right now.

Fight by day, hone your equipment by night.

Working tirelessly, in shifts.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be a problem, since once your mental attributes are up, even rotating without sleep isn't a big deal.

But the actual situation is not like that.

The problem lies in his training of the two killing gear pieces.

After a few hammer blows, one's spirit is reduced by one. When in a bright environment, the "Light Advancer" effect activates, restoring one spirit.

This frequent back-and-forth, coupled with the sleepless shifts during this period, is what we've been doing.

Xiao Yang's mental state is getting worse and worse.

However, it wasn't completely bad. This feeling was hard to describe, since Xiao Yang's spirit hadn't declined at all; it was at its peak.

His spiritual attributes are not those that can be truly quantified; they are very special, connecting the soul, integrating will and reason, and are a holistic manifestation that integrates these messy things.

He appeared perfectly healthy, with no decline in his mental attributes, but in reality, his rationality was teetering on the brink of collapse during this back-and-forth.

Of course, this kind of precariousness is not a decline toward depravity, but more of a numb exhaustion, and the irritability that surges up after that numb exhaustion.

To put it simply, he worked too hard, to the point where he couldn't keep up, and ended up with a lot of inexplicable anger.

A fine layer of blood vessels had already appeared in his eyes.

I felt dazed, with a strange sense of exhaustion and irritability from not getting enough rest for a long time and working under extremely high pressure.

But it's not a big problem.

If your liver doesn't die, then you'll just have to work yourself to death!
Ready, ready to fire.

The enchanted ballista was not securely fixed or properly adjusted; it was simply haphazardly pushed onto the balcony.

His gaze frequently fell on a treasure chest in the corner of the bishop's room.

Amidst the restlessness, he wanted to pull the trigger and fire a shot at the silver thorn blocking his path, while at the same time, his curious gaze kept falling on the treasure chest in the room.

It's difficult to make a decision right now.

Xiao Yang is truly terrifying now.

He kept muttering to himself.

"Fire one!"

"Open the treasure chest!"

"Shoot a shot!" "Open the treasure chest!"

Ultimately, the situation was determined.

He put down the enchanted ballista in his hand, swaying unsteadily and somewhat dazed, and approached the exquisite treasure chest in the corner of the room.

The two pieces of killing gear I have are almost finished.

With Xiao Yang's full cooperation.

It would be a very high-quality killing machine.

Although it is somewhat unbalanced, its strength lies in its exceptionally high quality, and everything is not so conventional.

The demonic weapons and killing weapons produced in ordinary planes are incomparable to the two things that Xiao Yang is currently working on.

One by one, elites began, followed by the evil god's followers, corrupted beings, their filthy flesh and blood, and newly molted spiritual beings whose names were neither quite right nor proper to be called souls, all under Xiao Yang's relentless beating.

Every step is crucial, and Xiao Yang's beatings are also very important.

Xiao Yang is not a simple player of the God Game, especially when it comes to making overall judgments after integrating the information.

Even though he resists the manifestation of his other side, they are inherently one and cannot be separated.

Even though Xiao Yang resisted the power, he still possessed his status.

In other words, during the forging of these two killing equipment pieces, it wasn't Xiao Yang, a god-level game player whose rank was only up to lord, who was forging these two killing equipment pieces, but rather a powerful non-human being who was forging them.

Pushing open the box, Xiao Yang took out a very special item.

A mask with two faces.

The front depicts a sacred and sublime appearance, while the back shows a grinning, unrestrained clown.

Sharp mockery behind one's back
Quality: Legend

Type: Strange Object

Limited to: once

Effect: Perform a fraud.

Introduction: I've only ever planned one scam in my life, but this time, I successfully fooled the gods.

"They actually got some good stuff!"

A unique, one-time-use object.

Its purpose is deception.

The question arises: what kind of deception is this?

Is it merely cognitive deception, or is it a deception that alters and redefines the rules?
While the former is also very useful, it has some limitations, but the latter is truly remarkable.

Xiao Yang's curiosity was immediately piqued.

However, since this strange object can only be used once, even if one is curious, there is no way to verify it.

Carefully put it away; perhaps this double-sided mask will have a greater use later.

What followed, another similar event, was about to begin after the box was opened.

With his eyes bloodshot and bright red, Xiao Yang was ready.

Pulling the trigger, the silver enchanted crossbow bolt shot out like a silver meteor.

The arrow was so fast that it was almost impossible to react, and Xiao Yang's haphazard adjustments actually succeeded.

The crossbow bolt hit its mark, a perfect hit! The silver streak of light pierced deep into the branches of the Silver Thorns, but it was just a hair's breadth away from penetrating the outer bark.

Well, there were still some oversights. It wasn't properly secured, and the crossbow string vibrated violently when the thick crossbow bolt was fired.

For a moment, the entire enchanted ballista emitted a piercing creaking sound, as if it were about to fall apart.

But that's not a big problem; it hasn't really disintegrated, so it can still fire an arrow.

Unequipping the arm guards of the Dragon Hunter set is easy; simply slash them forcefully with the rusted great axe, and dark blood slowly flows out.

Black blood dripped down, and the sharp crossbow bolts were imbued with a dangerous, eerie aura.

Before long, the next enchanted ballista bolt, about to be fired, was already coated with corrosive blood.

In this sudden attack, Silver Thorns naturally noticed Xiao Yang's presence and his subtle movements.

These damned, rampaging thorns are plants, but not plants in the conventional sense; they are plants capable of movement.

Crawling on its own body, the wild thorns gathered into a clump, like an octopus or some other indescribable thing climbing on the ground.

The fact that this thing has a bright silver color scheme is a huge plus; otherwise, just based on its appearance alone, it would definitely look even more like a demon god's familiar than a demon god's familiar.

Seeing the two wriggling clumps of silver thorns rushing towards him, Xiao Yang showed no fear whatsoever, a ferocious smile spreading across his face.

"Go to hell!"

Pulling the trigger again, a black streak flashed by, and a silver thorn was hit.

The shot was very accurate.

It was struck in the main trunk and pinned firmly to the ground, emitting a strange, painful, and piercing cry.

The howl of the Silver Thorn was very strange, like the rustling sound of grass and vines rubbing together, but much more piercing and bizarre.

Good news has emerged.

The enchanted crossbow bolts coated with the blood of corruption do indeed possess the ability to severely damage Silverthorn.

Bad news also came.

Xiao Yang's arrow only severely injured one person; the other was frantically approaching him in that strange and terrifying manner.

There wasn't enough time for Xiao Yang to reload the enchanted ballista, and even if he successfully reloaded it, it was hard to say how effective it would be at such a close distance.

(End of this chapter)