251: Chapter 239: The Blood of the Innocent (1/3) 251: Chapter 239: The Blood of the Innocent (1/3) “You’re a bit stronger than I imagined.
I thought you were just a foolish young master from a wealthy family, but it turns out you have so backbone.”
Seeing Yisen Gard catch up to him, Ian sincerely comnted, “Don’t feel too guilty.
This parasite is very unusual; I even suspect it might be a type of Spirit Energy creature—otherwise, how could it take over the human body so quickly…
It’s less like taking over the nerves and more like so kind of Phantom possession.”
Spirit Energy creatures do exist on the Terra Continent, although they are rare but not mysterious.
Just like the Fae and Phantoms, they are special Spirit Energy creatures—there’s no need to elaborate on the Fae.
When a person with Spirit Energy talent dies amidst intense emotional turmoil that could awaken them, they might disturb the surrounding Spirit Energy Field and beco a Phantom lingering in a specific area, wandering in special places.
Besides, there are certain unique creatures, such as in the Great Redwood Forest, which can naturally communicate with others of its kind through the Natural Spiritual Energy Field and consequently form a collective Spirit Energy entity like the ‘Will of the Forest Sea.’
Earlier, while eliminating the diseased tissue for Master Gossay, Ian had considered this possibility…
Indeed, if the Brain-Eating Parasite had an intricate connection with the Natives, and the thod of the Natives rging with the Totem Master was a kind of alternative parasitism, might the Will of the Forest Sea have another form of manifestation within the ruins?
For instance, so kind of collective consciousness of parasites?
It’s more like when the Natives tad wild beasts into war beasts, and even mass-tad Elephant Warriors with their technology—was it really that easy for such knowledge to fade into obscurity, or was it sothing more than re ‘craftsmanship,’ perhaps a special kind of ‘Bloodline’?
With such doubts and speculations, Ian carried Master Gossay on his back, moving with light steps.
Although there was a strange, steel-like touch in the chest and abdon of the old man behind him, and he was much heavier than an ordinary old man, for Ian, it was like carrying a piece of wood.
“…It’s not guilt.”
Following Ian closely and after a mont of silence, Yisen Gard said in a sowhat deep voice, “These fishers, rchants, they didn’t do anything, yet they were affected by the internal strife of our Ellen Family, which led them to fall into this place and die from parasite infestation.”
“I’m not guilty, I’m just… I’m just angry.”
Clenching his fists, Ian heard for the first ti that Yisen Gard, who had always seed a bit foolish and even sowhat optimistic, could have such indignant, such sorrowful emotions.
And Yisen’s words continued, “They did nothing wrong, they were just caught up in the intrigue surrounding and died like this…
They didn’t want this!
They are innocent…”
“You’re sympathizing with yourself,” Ian nodded, interrupting Yisen’s indignant statent.
“Because essentially, these people are just like you.”
He earnestly said, “You are also innocent and didn’t do anything wrong, yet you were still caught up in the conspiracy.”
The only difference between you and them is that you’re not dead yet.”
This statent made the blonde young man fall silent, lost in thought.
Quite so ti later, when Ian chose a cave fork for the fourth ti and entered without hesitation, Yisen suddenly realized and murmured to himself, “Yeah…”
“I’m still alive… I need to figure out why… I must uncover the truth!”
“If you truly empathize with those ordinary people, if you are really angry about the death of the innocent,”
The white-haired young man poured cold water again, “don’t get too worked up right now.
We’re still in a dangerous situation; let’s talk about these things after we get out.”
“Whether it’s the truth, outrage, self-reproach, or guilt, only those who survive can seek and bear them.”
“Yeah.” This ti Yisen truly cald down, even managing to smile again: “I understand what you an, Ian.
Thanks for your comfort.”
In fact, Ian wasn’t trying to comfort him; he was just being objectively honest—speaking the truth was good for everyone at this ti.
Besides, he was also fully utilizing his Foresight View, observing the changes in the mist on Yisen’s body and deciding how he should move through the corridors.
—A place where they could temporarily hide and shake off the pursuers from the Fiery Fla Land.
Even though the conditions were demanding, the Foresight View faithfully played its role, and Ian sped along, leading Yisen and Gossay on the ‘correct’ path without a trace of hesitation.
“By the way, Ian, I hope you don’t mind asking,”
Feeling a bit of his spirit return, Yisen Gard now had the ti and recollection to think back on the previous battle.
He wasn’t surprised by Ian’s combat strength, as he had known for a while that his peer was indeed much stronger than him in this regard.
What mainly piqued his curiosity was the skill Ian displayed: “It seed like you used ‘Water Blade’?”
“Is that the inscription effect of the Seaborn Longsword belonging to Green Tide?
Did you encounter him?
Is he… alright?”
Green Tide is the alias of the Seaborn Wave Scout, whose Seaborn Longsword Ian had replicated with a Silver Chip, crafting an elite inscribed longsword.
Yisen particularly enjoyed the adventure stories and rcenary experiences that Green Tide shared—although Green Tide had been recruited by the Platinum Iridium Workshop, he needed a lot of money for his child to beco a Sublimator, necessitating continuous missions, which is why he often took on external jobs.
“No, I just rember the inscriptions well, so I used the Origin Quality within my own body to temporarily replicate it.”
After he finished speaking, Ian noticed that Yisen Gard’s eyes were wide open with a shocked expression.
He knew how outrageous his actions were.
Indeed, inscriptions are the foundation of various sublimation skills.
Many sublimators’ special abilities stem from Origin Quality inscribing so unique inscription structures in their bones and flesh and blood.
But to temporarily arrange Origin Quality into inscription imprints by mory to stimulate them?
It’s as incredible as soone being able to recite a book backwards!
However, these were trivial matters, after all, he was a genius.
Although it seed inconceivable, it wasn’t impossible, so Ian just smiled and said, “Honestly, I’ve had a photographic mory since I was young, I can rember first-level inscriptions at a glance.”
“No wonder…
no wonder those inscription masters say their standards for accepting disciples are impossible for normal people to et.”
The golden-haired youth looked at Ian with reverence; he clearly misunderstood sothing.
Soon, he had no ti to be curious.
Because Ian took him through twists and turns, arriving at an underground river.
“…Are we really going in?
This is an underground dark river deep beneath the surface, a slight mistake could lead us to be lost forever!”
Looking at the pitch-black waterway and injecting himself and the old man with underwater breathing agents, although Yisen Gard knew this was the only choice, he still swallowed hard.
He had a lot of confidence in Ian, but he was still afraid: “Are you sure we won’t get lost?”
“Don’t worry, didn’t I tell you,”
While speaking, Ian reached out and pulled Yisen Gard into the water: “I have a photographic mory.”
Yisen Gard knew how to swim, but the turbulent undercurrents near the remnants of the pre-ancient civilization were clearly out of his depth—he could only cling tightly to Ian’s arm, trying his best not to be washed away.
Within a few breaths’ ti, Ian, using the Fairy Wings, glided through a straight stretch of the river and entered an even larger subterranean cavity.
The cavity had filled up with water, and under the scan of the silver core chip, it proved to be a gigantic pool of water about three to four hundred ters in length and width, and more than seventy ters deep.
The water temperature here was far lower than other places, nearly reaching zero degrees, yet at the bottom of the pool, so peculiar moss-shaped fungi and algae were still growing.
At the bottom of this icy pool of algae, there was a triangular exit.
Ian followed the current into this crack, sowhat surprised to find that there was an artificially straightened water channel ahead.
——As I thought, I found it strange earlier, would an underground waterway be this straight normally?
——Could it be that this place is also within the bounds of the pre-ancient civilization remnants, and this site is a large reservoir?
With such doubts, along the straight water channel, Ian quickly brought Master Gossay and Yisen to the end of this waterway—a huge cavern shrouded by undulating, dim fluorescent light.
The water flowing out of the waterway connected to the pool of water in this place, continuously inputting fresh water.
The temperature in the cavern was very low, and it was exceptionally humid, the air filled with a strange fragrance.
Not far from the place where they ca out of the water, Ian led the two onto the shore, then observed the surroundings.
“Cough cough…” Amidst the golden-haired youth’s coughing, Ian suddenly raised his hand, signaling for him to be silent.
The young man frowned and looked towards a corner of the nearby cave.
In the darkness, sothing quite large seed to be slowly wriggling, moving closer to them.
“Be careful,” he said, gripping the longsword at his waist.
“Prepare to fight, there is a native creature here.”
Yisen Gard was startled and had no ti to check on Master Gossay; he quickly got up, holding a small knife with both hands, ready to join Ian in vigilance and battle.
And just as Ian spoke, the rustling movent in the corner of the cave abruptly stopped.
Then, a shadow erged from the corner.
It was a giant mushroom as tall as a man!
Of course, a giant mushroom wouldn’t move on its own.
It definitely had legs.
Both Ian and Yisen Gard looked toward the underside of the giant mushroom, and simultaneously, they were taken aback.
“Swamp Crocodile Dragon?”
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