As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 212 The Black Death Descends from the Sky

Unfortunately, they were still a step too late.

The petrified gate shattered into pieces amidst the vampire's shrieks, but only fragmented afterimages of the other side could be captured.

The hurried footsteps quickly faded into the distance in the dark corridor, and then the doors to the emergency staircase were flung open.

Sheikh Krat's face was contorted in extreme pain as he took the lead, pushing aside the "gargoyles" and "Crimson Nobles" faster than the four guardian spirits.

He was especially anxious when he heard suspicious noises and saw flashing lights from the window at the end of the corridor; he wished he could transform into a bolt of lightning.

Damn it, Chu Zhifeng must have gotten himself into trouble, attracting a large number of pursuers.

He must deal with the thieves, retrieve his backpack, and escape before the pursuers enter the club.

Thinking this, Sheikh Krat rushed into the escape staircase, jumped down seven or eight steps, and could already see the panicked back of the other person.

"Hey!"

The other party raised his hand, creating a cloud of smoke with a slightly pungent smell.

It's not a sealing card, but a potion made with talisman ink, a kind of emergency gadget similar to tear gas.

Its effects are far inferior to those of a Guardian Spirit's skills, but it excels in its stealthy triggering, fast attack speed, and the fact that it doesn't consume mental energy.

As the owner of the Lingka Club, with numerous card makers under his command, Sheikh Krat was naturally familiar with this kind of prop and even suspected several of his employees.

Damn it, there must have been some slip-up that gave the mole the idea to take advantage of the situation!
Sheikh Krat, who thought he had deduced 70% of the truth, did not realize that he had pursued too aggressively and had left the four corrupted, slightly disordered and rigid guardian spirits behind. The distance between them was too great, creating a fatal flaw.

Even if he realized it, the situation was urgent, leaving him no time for further thought.

Sheikh Krat let out a low growl and lunged toward the shadowy figure deep within the smoke.

Suddenly, my left ankle felt cold, and I lost my balance, almost falling headfirst.

Without checking his footing, Sheikh Krat lunged at his target with a powerful right leg, tumbling down the stairs and crashing heavily to the ground.

The texture was extremely strange, like splashing onto a lump of paste, or more accurately, rapidly solidifying reinforced concrete.

"It's a trap!"

Sheikh Krat was horrified.

He realized that he had only pounced on a humanoid "crystal slime".

This is not your average "crystal slime," but a top-quality product prepared by a master.

This "crystal slime" possessed intelligence and flexibility far exceeding its kind. Not only did it stick to his body like glue, but it also grew dozens of tentacles in a very short time, which wrapped around his limbs and waist.

Two tentacles even reached towards his throat, trying to suffocate him.

On the inside of the tentacles, serrated protrusions even grew, with extremely hard tips that pierced deep into his flesh.

Unless you risk tearing your skin open and ripping off a large chunk of flesh, there's simply no way to get this damn slug off you.

As Sheikh Krat frantically racked his brains, trying to summon his guardian spirit to solve the problem, the excruciating pain from his left ankle severely disrupted his thoughts.

Looking down, the owner of the Shattered Star Club revealed an unprecedented fear.

His left foot was missing.

My ankle had become a bare, fleshy stick, and my entire foot had vanished. The wound was smooth as a mirror, and only now did thick blood gush out, bringing a sharp, painful response.

Sheikh Krat blinked rapidly, realizing that while chasing the thief, he had felt a chill under his feet and lost his balance. He hadn't tripped over anything.

Instead, the other party insidiously placed a thin, cicada-wing-like blade across the stairs, a dozen centimeters above the ground.

Because he proactively shut down the entire building's security system and automatic alarm systems, including the fire alarm.

The emergency lights in the escape staircases were not turned on.

The stairwell was already pitch black, and the other party deliberately released smoke to interfere with his senses.

He actually kicked it, sending his own foot flying!

"..."

Before he could even scream.

A black reaper riding an abyssal lizard descended from the sky.

Death, heavily armored and studded with black iron spikes, raised a greatsword even wider than a battle axe and charged through the narrow stairwell with the force of a thousand troops launching an attack, the greatsword smashing down on Sheikh Krat's skull.

Faced with imminent death, the owner of the Shattered Star Club finally displayed an astonishing will to survive and fighting prowess.

The four guardian spirits that have already been released are too far away.

Moreover, the other party seemed to have used some method to sever the spiritual link between him and his guardian spirit.

He didn't waste even a second worrying about it.

Instead, risking having his wrists torn apart by the "crystal slime," he forcibly raised his arm and summoned his fifth guardian spirit, the Golden Rock Turtle, in a flash.

This guardian spirit with extremely high defensive capabilities can be considered an evolved form of the "Great Rock Turtle".

Also a supernatural creature from the Third Era, the "Golden Rock Turtle" feeds on ores containing special metallic elements. Over time, the minerals accumulate, precipitate, and solidify on their shells, forming a shield as hard as iron, with a defensive capability at least three to five times higher than that of the "Great Rock Turtle".

Of course, summoning the "Golden Rock Turtle" consumes several times more mental energy than summoning the "Great Rock Turtle".

Generally speaking, the summoning gestures are also intricate and complex. Even experienced senior spirit masters need a long time to coordinate their own life magnetic field and the remnant soul magnetic field of the "Golden Rock Turtle" to a perfect resonance.

Sheikh Krat simply doesn't have that much time.

In order to forcibly summon the "Golden Rock Turtle," his entire palm literally "burned."

However, the psionic behemoth carrying the golden tortoise shell had only crawled halfway out of the summoning rune array when the Black Reaper's greatsword slammed down heavily.

"boom!"

It was as if someone had detonated a bomb in the narrow stairwell.

Cracks crisscrossed from the stairs to the ceiling, and dust and debris fell down with a "crackling" sound.

Sheikh Krat felt as if someone had ripped open his skull and smashed his brains with a hammer.

The palm was burned so badly that the bone was exposed, the card reader was severely deformed, and the summoning rune array was shattered and vanished without a trace.

The Golden Rock Turtle had only descended three-quarters of its way down when its remaining right hind leg and tail vanished without a trace along with the annihilating summoning rune array.

Before it could even let out a painful roar, a corner of its shell was cleaved off by the giant sword.

The fragmented armor, not yet fully stabilized, transformed back into ripples of remnant souls, scattering and fleeing like headless flies.

(End of this chapter)