Can a Frankenstein's monster be an adventurer?

Chapter 125 A Myriad of Regrets

"—We, rejected by fate—have become mere dregs—"

The muffled sobs echoed from all around the mine, enough to drive an ordinary person to a mental breakdown instantly.

In the narrow mine tunnel, skeletal dogs controlled by Victor guarded the passage.

The last three thousand or so Dark Iron-tier goblins that were still alive all stopped.

They threw down their weapons and knelt down one after another on the rocky ground, which was covered with blood and the bones of their kind.

His forehead pounded repeatedly, his lips moved, and he repeated the words of the shamanic spirit.

The shrill voices of dozens of goblins blended together, making the entire first floor of the mine seem like a massive cult martyrdom ceremony was taking place.

Faced with the goblin horde abandoning their attack, the skeleton hounds at the mine entrance did not hesitate.

Seizing this opportune moment to attack, the bony forepaws were raised high and slammed down on the nearest kneeling goblin, wreathed in ghostly blue flames.

However, the claws pierced through its body.

The eerie blue skeletal claws pierced through the goblin's back and emerged from his chest, scraping sparks from the rock wall behind him.

The goblin that was attacked glowed with a translucent green light the moment the claws pierced through it, but remained kneeling without moving an inch.

In Luo Lan's mind, Victor's voice cut in: "Confirmation: Physical interference failed. Due to the influence of an unknown ritual, the target entity's phase has completely shifted. The attack by the undead creation is ineffective; transition to alert and standby mode."

The skeleton hound retracted its claws that had been hovering in mid-air, and the ghostly blue soul fire flickered twice in its empty eye sockets. Observing the group of goblins through [Data Vision], it stopped its futile attack and instead became vigilant at the mine entrance.

In Luo Lan's blue-glowing eyes, as he scanned the vengeful spirit transformed from the goblin shaman, [True Sight] revealed more detailed information:

[Endless Regret Iv.1: Sacrificing everything, briefly transforming into a vengeful entity to sustain the release of the final spell of life. After the spell is completed, the spirit dissipates.]

Luo Lan could see very clearly that this was a "deathrattle" skill that could only be triggered in a desperate situation where death was inevitable.

With the sacrifice of "Endless Regret," the goblin shaman completely abandons everything and transforms himself into a vengeful spirit.

It also influenced the still-living Dark Iron goblins through the [collective unconscious connection].

Taking advantage of this bizarre state, the goblin shaman's spirit is recklessly pushing forward the complete release of "the last spell of his life".

"Brother Luo Lan!"

Amidst the eerie chants echoing throughout the mine, Rom's rough, hoarse voice drifted down the rock wall on one side of the mine.

After the battle ended, the severely wounded Rom finally managed to crawl out of the crater in the rock wall.

His left leg was no longer strong enough, and he relied on the hilt of the heavy iron sword to maintain his balance as he walked slowly and haltingly toward the direction where Luo Lan and Emily were.

"What do we do now? I've never heard of those green-skinned little monsters' chants before. This definitely doesn't sound like the usual blasphemous cult music—"

Rom spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his bloodshot old eyes fixed on the thirty or so Dark Iron-tier goblins who were frantically kneeling in worship.

The veteran knew that his severely injured body was absolutely powerless to stop this extremely bizarre mass sacrifice ritual, and could only place his last hope on Luo Lan, who had an endless stream of tricks up his sleeve.

Luo Lan raised his left hand, his thumb and forefinger together, and aimed it at the goblin shaman spirit that was slowly chanting prayers in mid-air, making a gun gesture.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

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With a sharp whooshing sound, three [Bone Spike Bursts], enchanted by pale holy light, shot out directly from Luo Lan's fingertips.

Three sharp bone spikes, trailing pure white halos, pierced precisely through the goblin shaman's chest, abdomen, and head.

The bone spur pierced through without causing the slightest harm.

"Ding, ding, ding."

The bone spike pierced through the goblin shaman's vengeful spirit and embedded itself deeply into the mine wall behind, shaking off a small piece of debris.

But the shaman's vengeful spirit's translucent body didn't even ripple, and it continued reciting the incantation without fail.

Luo Lan withdrew his left hand and shook his head: "It's no use. This thing isn't just a simple vengeful spirit. According to Ah Mao—these goblins are phase-shifted and can't hit the physical body."

Luo Lan understood the skill description of "Ten Thousand Regrets" clearly through the "True Sight" panel.

Lacking corresponding means of attack, they were virtually "invincible" against these green-skinned monsters who had completely abandoned everything and were only focused on unleashing their final spells in this brief form.

Luo Lan stood still, glancing at the goblins' desperate last stand, then at the scattered rubble of the mine: "Let's see. This is the goblins' last resort. If we can deal with what they've summoned, it would be best to eliminate any future trouble—"

Luo Lan paused for a moment. Her right hand reached for the storage space of the cross pendant on her chest and took out a small cloth bag.

A full bag of [bursting crystals].

"If the threat is too great, then blow up this mine exit and bury everything here."

Luo Lan waved the cloth bag in her hand.

The entire first level of the mine was under the mad attack of the giant ogre Gagu's War Stomp.

Many of the white rock pillars used for load-bearing had already been broken in half by the earthquake, and the ground was covered with large pieces of fallen rocks and deep, cracked pits.

If we use the explosive crystals that Luo Lan has to blow up the remaining key supporting pillars, we will definitely have a chance to completely collapse the exit of the first floor of the mine.

Rom's gaze fell on the bag of exploding crystals, and he tapped it with the tip of his sword: "Blowing down the mine? That's one way to do it."

Luo Lan nodded without offering any further explanation.

Unlike Rom's optimism, Roland knew in his heart that this was only a last resort.

This mine is a [time-vortex type rift].

It's collapsed now, but when the demonic tide arrives and time becomes chaotic, it might reappear in its former perfect state.

When facing the [Ripples], the only solution that can be achieved once and for all is to seize its [Ripples Core].

However, at present, the more crucial thing than conquering the Rift Ruins is dealing with those goblins.

Having witnessed the evil god's sacrificial ritual, Luo Lan knew what to expect.

Logically speaking, a Gold-tier Goblin Shaman could risk the lives of dozens of the lowest-tier Iron-tier Goblins, even at the cost of sacrificing his entire clan.

Even if the ritual contained forbidden elements such as evil gods, it shouldn't have summoned anything too extraordinary.

In the underground city-type rift in Fallen Leaf Town, Luo Lan had seen even larger scenes.

The skeletons, corrupted by the evil thoughts of "Mother of Mourning," summoned the [Evil Thought Slime Aggregate], which devoured all the creatures in the three layers of the dungeon's rift as sacrifices, and in the end, they only reached the [Gold+] transcendental rank.

Despite the eerie nature of the Evil Slime's abilities, the Bone Gundam was still chopped into a pulp after a few strikes.

Therefore, Luo Lan, who had practical experience, was more composed than Luo Mu, who had more experience in adventure.

While the group was pondering how to break the deadlock, the chanting of the thirty or so green goblins in the mine seemed to have progressed to the next stage.

The previously chaotic and overlapping murmurs and sobs suddenly became clear and extremely penetrating within the mine:

You wretched slave, Great Ghoshlach—

The Unchosen Ones, the Remnants of Hatred, the First of the Seven Heirs, the Father of the Nest —

You feed on our failures.

We ignite your resentment.

As these green-skinned monsters chanted frantically, the concentration of chaotic energy in the first level of the abandoned mine began to skyrocket.

The wisps of purplish-black mist that had previously permeated the mine's fissures now seemed like water mixed with ink—so viscous they were almost tangible, and you could taste a strange, bitter flavor on your tongue with every breath.

"Cough cough cough —————— What a stinky smell."

Emily fanned herself with her little hands in front of her nose, then summoned a gentle breeze barrier made of wind elements. She used the barrier to envelop her small body and filter the air, which made her feel a little better.

Rom then took out the [Calming Powder] that Villard had given him earlier, sprinkled some on himself, and then said to Roland, "Brother Roland, would you like some?"

After seeing Luo Lan's nonchalant demeanor, the veteran swallowed his remaining words.

For Luo Lan, this dense, chaotic environment was not only not difficult to adapt to, but rather like a fish in water.

The Chaos Erosion feat within his body was operating at full power, and his left hand felt slightly hot.

Luo Lan carefully experienced the suffocating chill of the first level of the mine.

Its concentration of chaotic energy was even higher than that of the underground city rift during the previous outbreak of the demon tide in Fallen Leaf Town.

It is even comparable to the shattered underground palace created by the old mage Ers.