Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 375 Second Round of Voting

No one knows what kind of heaven-defying plan Wu Wang and the witch are discussing.

At this moment, Wang Xianzhi was exploring the herbal medicine cultivation room in the ancient castle with the Mongolian Supreme Commander.

This is also the royal villa that the Mongolian top laner was exploring before the last round of voting, when he heard the sounds of fighting in a private cinema.

The two were exchanging information about each other.

"This snow lotus should grow in high-altitude, cold regions, so how come it is thriving in this moderately warm place?"

"And what about these plants? They're clearly desert plants from arid regions, so why are they swaying in the pool?"

"Um, although I don't recognize this flower, it's obviously strange that teeth are growing on a flower bud, isn't it?"

"Holy crap! What the hell is going on with the ecosystem here?!"

The more you analyze the types of plants in your environment, as well as the garden plants in Mongolia, the better.

Wang Xianzhi felt increasingly that this place was eerie.

It seems that the plants here don't need to consider their own characteristics at all.

They grew wildly, defying the laws of nature.

There were even many plants that Wang Xianzhi couldn't recognize, but which were clearly strangely shaped, like twisted monsters.

She memorized every single strange detail.

This might be helpful for clues for others.

"Huh? What is this?"

As she wandered among the bizarre plants, she was startled to discover that behind a row of vines so dense they covered the entire wall, there appeared to be some kind of graphics and writing on the wall.

Wang Xianzhi summoned the Mongol commander.

The other party also said that the walls on his side were covered by various plants.

The two exchanged a glance and decided to clean it up and then identify the graffiti on the wall.

The Mongolian top laner took out a chainsaw-like item from his backpack.

He pulled the starter handle on the chainsaw with a huff and puff, just like a villain in a movie scene carrying a chainsaw and exuding a sense of menace.

He cleared away the vegetation on the wall at an extremely fast pace.

Besides chopping down plants, there are other ways to deal with them.

The best way is to burn it.

Wang Xianzhi's direct combat armor covered his entire body, and a gun barrel slowly rose from the back of his hand.

Extremely hot flames burst forth from it, scorching the food.

Surprisingly, the flames only burned the vines on the wall to ashes, without affecting the surrounding vegetation in the slightest.

Even the wall behind the vines was not affected in the slightest; it didn't even turn black from being scorched by the flames.

This combat armor took her countless hours of effort to put into it.

There are many details that can be adjusted and controlled.

Before long, the two had completely exposed the wall.

It's unclear whether the text used is a copy feature or was originally in Chinese.

This allows them both to read with extreme ease.

"I was a third-rate wizard who had reached the end of his road. Even when I was old and frail and about to die, I had never explored the mysteries of witchcraft. I only knew a few tricks that were like street stunts, which I called witchcraft and used them to deceive myself."

"I've heard that this ancient castle contains rare treasures left behind by a legendary wizard, as well as a powerful lineage of witchcraft unknown to the outside world."

"Even though it has been visited countless times, and even the stone chairs and tables inside have been looted and turned into real ruins, I still hope to witness real witchcraft before I die."

"Unfortunately, it didn't go as planned."

"I have never been able to find any legacy left by any legendary wizards."

"However, when I thought I was about to die, and even planned to dig my own grave in the abandoned garden of the castle."

“I witnessed the miracles of angels and true witchcraft.”

"They brought me salvation and revitalized my dried-up life force."

“Through that heaven-sent magic and treasures, I gradually became a new legendary wizard and purchased this castle, making it once again a symbol of power and mystery.”

"I thought I was about to achieve a brilliant new life, but it wasn't until recently that I realized it wasn't witchcraft or a miracle."

"That's a curse! That's..."

The text ends here.

The latter part is completely obscured due to the erosion of the wall by vegetation.

The writing was mostly done with scarlet ink, making it look like it was written with blood on a finger.

There is also a series of abstract drawings that look perplexing.

However, Wang Xianzhi still saw through the clues.

The first picture shows a person carrying a hoe and digging a hole, but inside the hole lies a humanoid creature with wings on its back, holding a rhombus-shaped gem above its head as if presenting it.

The second image shows the winged humanoid creature suspended in mid-air, with a figure in a wizard's robe kneeling before it in prayer.

The third picture shows a person's face where the left half looks like a withered tree about to rot, while the right half remains eternally youthful.

The diamond-shaped gemstone embedded in his forehead was shining brightly.

The last picture shows a two-winged angel lying in a pit again, but the wizard's robe he is wearing seems somewhat familiar.

Clearly, this is a sketch of the text.

And it was not the angel who brought the miracle.

Instead, it was a rhombus-shaped gemstone obtained from him.

Wang Xianzhi's expression grew increasingly grim.

The seemingly perfunctory backstory she gave when she entered the castle was that she and her companions had come to the castle to rob a tomb.

This is because it was the residence of two generations of legendary wizards.

I've heard that their witchcraft tradition is among them.

The origins of the second-generation legendary wizard were unexpectedly absurd.

Furthermore, judging from the incompleteness of the text at the end, the terrified tone, and the depiction of the subsequent patterns...

That rhombus-shaped gemstone doesn't seem to be anything good.

The second-generation legendary wizard eventually became a flesh-and-blood angel.

He stepped into the grave he had dug for himself many years ago, carrying a diamond-shaped gemstone, and lay there to rest.

"What are you seeing over there?" she asked the Mongolian top laner.

After examining the wall for a moment, the other party replied, "This is the history of how the owner of this mansion rose to power. This is the mansion of a general."

"He initially appeared to be just an unknown nobody, who hid in the deep mountains during a battlefield escape."

"I happened to fall into a tomb raider's hole and saw a whole tomb of flesh-and-blood angels, and obtained a rhombus-shaped gem from them."

"From then on, he displayed great prowess on the battlefield, established numerous military achievements, and became a general commanding the entire army."

"But he seems to have died tragically in the palace. It is said that his death was so bizarre and miserable that rumors circulated in the palace that the general had been cursed before his death."

"Finally, they buried the general's body together with the rhombus-shaped gem he always carried with him."

At this point, both Wang Xianzhi and the Mongolian top laner understood the situation.

The general of the royal palace must have died a bizarre death by transforming into a flesh-and-blood angel.

In other words, this rhombus-shaped gemstone will bring good fortune to the person who obtains it, and their later life will be like a meteoric rise to success.

However, when the other party reaches the pinnacle of their life, they will transform into a curse and take everything back.

It causes the holder to also be transformed into a flesh-and-blood angel and die a miserable death.

This sounds like some kind of ritual process.

Two generations of legendary wizards, and a general with illustrious military achievements.

Most other building owners also made their fortunes in the same way.

The rhombus-shaped gem appears to be collecting the corpses of those with immense influence to create flesh-and-blood angels.

If it doesn't encounter such a person, it will create one.

Finally, the ritual of taking the life of the other person is performed.

"Wait a minute, I think I have another message here." The Mongolian top laner frowned, squatted down, and leaned closer to the corner of the wall to examine it carefully.

After a moment, he murmured to himself, "The general met a wandering Taoist priest before he died."

"The other party said that he was carrying an ominous aura and gave him a brocade pouch, saying that it contained the method to seal the ominous aura."

"Unfortunately, the general didn't have time to seal it, or perhaps he simply didn't believe him. The brocade pouch was never opened. The people in the manor were afraid of being tainted by bad luck, so they buried the pouch with the body."

A clue to a solution has emerged!

The Mongolian top laner was overjoyed.

In other words, as long as he finds the general's burial place in this palace, he will have a way to seal the sacrificial summoning ritual of this flesh-and-blood angel.

He quickly turned and shouted towards Wang Xianzhi's location, "World! I've found it over here..."

Before he could finish speaking, a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on the Mongolian top laner's forehead.

Silence, a deathly silence. Even the slightest breeze sent a chill down his spine.

In the entire Wangfu villa, he was the only one standing in front of the wall.

All that remained were countless plants that defied the laws of nature, the rustling of leaves sounding like a million mischievous sprites mocking him, their swaying in the wind like a joyful dance.

Wang Xianzhi has disappeared!
The guide has also disappeared!
Weren't they right next to me just a second ago?!

What the hell is going on?
It can make two people disappear silently from your side, one of whom is a level 30 Spirit Disaster player who is not restricted.

The Mongolian top laner subconsciously thought of the extra ability Nightmare had mentioned.

They have now lost the vote once.

The real culprit possesses a powerful additional ability that no one knows about.

If Wang Xianzhi's disappearance is related to this...

Is it possible that she might be...?

As the player with the lowest level and weakest combat power in the entire game, the Mongolian top laner was in a complete panic.

Doesn't that mean the real culprit has already arrived near them?

Once Wang Xianzhi and the guide are dealt with, won't it be my turn next?
He subconsciously took out a trumpet-shaped prop from his backpack.

He put the sign to his mouth and shouted loudly, "There's a problem at the southeast corner of the building! Assistance needed!"

The Mongolian top laner has a clear understanding of his own skills.

Faced with a situation where he could die at any moment, he would naturally call for help!

Are you suggesting I go up there with a fire poker and beat them myself?

However, despite his shouts, the surroundings remained silent.

The plants continued rustling as if watching a joke.

No one responded to him, and no sound came from any direction to come to his aid.

At this moment, the Mongolian top laner finally realized the problem.

Damn it! I'm the one who got arrested!
That's terrible!

Just as the Mongolian top laner was about to create a clone using the newly acquired [Soul Split Body].

Then, to confuse the situation and escape from the villa from different directions.

A strange bullet shot out from the nearby bushes.

As the Mongolian soldier instinctively became alert and dodged, the bullet exploded in front of him, releasing a large amount of white gas, forming a thick fog that almost covered the entire courtyard, obscuring all vision.

A flash of cold light appeared from behind him.

The Mongolian top laner dared not take this hit head-on and could only choose some kind of movement skill to dodge it again.

Unexpectedly, his body involuntarily took a step forward, knelt on one knee, and raised his hands to slam them down hard against the cold light.

A bizarre incident occurred where someone caught a blade barehanded.

The moment his palm touched the cold light, his entire soul felt a violent tremor.

As the department responsible for network data management within the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, the tasks we handle require a significant amount of mental energy.

Therefore, his abilities are somewhat similar to those of the Xie Zhi, both specializing in mental power.

It's just that the Xie Zhi tends to use its mental energy in battle, while the Mongolian top laner uses it for functional purposes.

Regardless, his mental strength is quite powerful compared to players of the same level.

Even so, he still felt dizzy for a moment.

My thoughts were completely stagnant and unable to function properly.

Just at this extremely tense moment, a talisman on the waist of the Mongolian upper body began to flash.

His stagnant thoughts began to race again, and the talisman burned away instantly.

This is some kind of consumable item.

It can forcefully provide him with a chance to regain consciousness when he is unable to resist after being attacked on his mind and soul.

He knew this was his only chance to survive or see the real killer's face and leave clues.

Should they try to escape, or strive for a chance of victory for others?

The Mongolian top laner is facing a difficult decision.

He had always been the weaker party, and perhaps that was why the real culprit chose to kill him.

After all, killing is much easier for me than killing others.

If they tried to escape, even a level 30 player like Little Gummy Bear would be killed by the real culprit in a short time.

Is it really possible for me to escape?
Wu Wang's face suddenly flashed into his mind, especially the way he smiled and encouraged him when facing the resurrected War Lord on the Arctic ice plains.

At that time, he called himself human courage.

This has nothing to do with being weak; it only depends on the individual's determination.

"Damn it! My head's gone, but there's a scar the size of a bowl!"

"As soon as anyone else knows who you are, you'll fucking come to hell with me!"

Almost instantly upon regaining consciousness, the Mongolian top laner made up his mind.

Take a voice recorder out of the backpack.

This was one of the most valuable items he owned in his unfortunate life.

Although under normal circumstances, this is still a piece of junk.

But under the current special circumstances, this tool is irreplaceable!

It is a [high-quality] item, but it is a rule-based item.

There is only one effect—

The recording will repeat continuously until the user turns it off.

The key point is in the final description!

If you don't turn off the recording after playing it, even if the other side razes the palace to the ground with a nuclear bomb, the recorder will not be damaged and will simply continue playing the recording.

Come on, you bastard!

Kill me! Then no one will be able to turn off this recorder!

It will become a weapon that kills you! A weapon without a sharp blade, yet capable of killing you!
[Soul-Splitting Body Outside the Body]!
The Mongolian top laner instantly split into two people.

Instead of searching for the real culprit, they looked at each other's faces.

There is only one purpose.

That is, when one of yourselves is killed, the other self can clearly see who did it!
呲——

The cold light pierced through the chest of the Mongolian top laner, and his clone's face showed an expression of disbelief.

The person who assassinated him was an unfamiliar face, neither among the players nor among the NPCs.

The features on his face looked like a monster pieced together; each feature was exquisite and beautiful on its own, but when put together, they looked inexplicably out of place.

Of course, none of this matters.

The important thing was that the eerie purple longsword in the other party's hand was all too familiar to him.

The Mongolian man was pale, blood gushing from his chest, and his throat was about to be filled with blood, preventing him from uttering a single word.

He gripped the recording pen tightly, the one that represented the final blow.

The veins on his palms bulged.

Finally, it slowly loosened.

Intermittent sounds flowed from its mouth—

"I...don't believe...it's...you..."

These words began to slowly emerge from the recording pen.

The next second, the Mongolian top laner could no longer hold on, closed his eyes, and his consciousness went into darkness.

[Please vote for the culprit within one hour.]

[Voting will take place in individual rooms.]

Since Little Gummy Bear had already been the third victim.

The mechanism is based on a vote for every two deaths.

Therefore, a second round of voting would only need to be held if one more person dies.

But when the voting prompt sounded...

A gloomy feeling still lingered in everyone's heart.

They wondered who the victim was this time.
Where is the real culprit?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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