Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary! Chapter 398: The Cursed City! The Mechanical Pioneer

"Senior White Night, we can set off now!"

White Night nodded.

And the mont Lynn finished speaking, he imdiately felt White Night's hand grasp his shoulder.

In an instant.

Right before Lynn's astonished gaze.

The scenery on both sides began rapidly receding backward at an unimaginable speed.

And before he knew it, White Night's body had beco completely ethereal, like an evil spirit whose outline could only vaguely be seen, treading upon shadows and black mist, moving like a phantom, covering a hundred ters with each step.

Lynn imdiately saw that even his own body had beco just as intangible as White Night's.

It was as if, the mont White Night made contact, he had been briefly transford into an evil spirit as well.

Seemingly noticing the astonishnt in Lynn's eyes, White Night smiled as he sped along, saying:

"Don't be surprised. This is actually my true original form. That great fire from back then burned everything to death. Everyone in that school building that fell into the Dark World is actually dead, and I am no exception."

"The reason I can exist is because of the hatred and resentnt in my heart. It was only because that senior granted redemption that I gained a new obsession to sustain myself."

He turned his head, smiling as he looked at Lynn.

"But I am still human."

Lynn took a deep breath, his gaze becoming complex and difficult to put into words.

Actually, he wasn't that surprised.

Because back when he first saw him, the race displayed on his status panel did indeed partly show 'Evil Spirit.'

And any creature dragged down into the Dark World has almost invariably beco a twisted entity of resentnt.

And it must be said.

He truly suffered hardships beyond what ordinary people could endure, only then achieving the glory he has today step by step.

...

In less than ten minutes.

In a corner of a dilapidated building within the Cursed City, Lynn and White Night's bodies slowly materialized.

"We're here."

White Night raised his head, put on the Plague Doctor Mask, and rotated the gear on the lens with his finger to activate stealth mode.

"This is one of the most fiercely contested blocks between the chanical Cult and the Flesh and Blood Cult. Be careful not to stray too far from . The chanical Cult is extrely sensitive to changes in information flow. If they detect our intrusion, we'll likely face a wave of carpet bombing imdiately!"

Lynn imdiately sensed that around White Night and himself, there seed to be so kind of special field, completely masking their presence.

Lynn also imdiately began observing the surrounding environnt.

What surprised Lynn was that.

The architecture of this city was not the Western fantasy style or the morbid style of the Dark World he had imagined. Instead, it more closely resembled a special, highly technological style imbued with a sense of advanced science.

The collapsed skyscrapers in the distance were not made of concrete or stone, but of pure, decaying tal structures.

Even on the chaotic, broken streets below, one could see chanical-style lighting asures like tracks and street lamps. Among the long-ruined and decayed building debris in the distance, one could vaguely make out sci-fi style wreckage resembling aircraft.

Clearly.

Before this city beca the Cursed City, it must have been incredibly glorious.

And judging by the scale, the founders of this city were likely the product of a chanical or technological civilization.

Could it be...

the influence brought by that Colossus civilization?

Just as Lynn was pondering this, White Night, crouched in the corner of the ruins, gazed at the street below and said:

"Don't get distracted! chanical units are coming."

Lynn imdiately snapped back to attention and peered through a gap in the ruins toward the street below.

In an instant, the scene on the street appeared before Lynn's eyes.

It was a chanical squad.

Two humanoid chanical units in full armor, holding firearms, were cautiously advancing forward. Around them, several chanical spider units about half a person's height were swiftly scouting the area.

Their bodies were a pale tallic color, with streams of blue light brimming with a technological aesthetic flowing across their surfaces.

Compared to the chanical constructs Lynn had seen before at the Demonkin Association, they more closely resembled high-tech machines straight out of a sci-fi movie, their entire bodies exuding a streamlined, technological sheen.

Lynn's eyes instantly displayed their status panels.

[chanical Pioneer]

[Race]: chanical Intelligence

[Alignnt]: Absolute Lawful

[Combat Ability]: Powerful weapons and chanical construction grant them extrely strong long-range firepower.

[Introduction]: The chanical Cult's basic mass-produced humanoid chanical unit. Constructed entirely of tal, equipped with long-range firearms with high penetration power and scanning devices. Possesses strength, agility, and endurance far surpassing equivalent humanoid lifeforms. Also equipped with extrely high-strength energy field shields, granting them formidable comprehensive capabilities on the battlefield.

[chanical Fold-Jumper]

[Race]: chanical Intelligence

[Alignnt]: Absolute Lawful

[Combat Ability]: Extrely fast speed and close-quarters assault capability.

[Introduction]: The chanical Cult's mass-produced assault close-combat unit. Bio-mitic all-tal construction. Four sharp tallic limbs grant it terrifying mobility. Under high-energy load conditions, it can cause devastating harvests against nurous targets in an extrely short ti. Simultaneously equipped with powerful scanners that can quickly detect signs of lifeform activity and eliminate them.

A total of 7 units.

Two humanoid, five arachnoid.

Lynn stared at those chanical units on the street, observing carefully.

No level.

Indeed, for chanical units, sothing like level truly holds no aning.

Because they rely purely on chanical armants and combat weaponry.

And this makes them even more frightening.

Because even a five-year-old little girl can easily kill a grown man with a gun. For these cold chanical existences, they can obviously maximize the effectiveness of their weapons.

"See them?" White Night's gaze was profound as he said:

"Those are the chanical Cult's basic units. The reason the chanical Cult can rank among the most powerful factions in the Dark World is precisely because, for them, even the most basic unit possesses strength capable of overwhelming most flesh-and-blood creatures."

His gaze swept toward a certain corner across the block.

"However, the Flesh and Blood Cult is no pushover either. They've been fighting the chanical Cult for thousands of years and have long since developed many thods to deal with them. Don't blink next; you're about to witness a bloody skirmish."

Lynn's heart stirred, and he asked:

"The Flesh and Blood Cult has set an ambush here?"

White Night's eyes flickered. "Many, and they're all lying in wait underground. They used so special thod to block the chanical units' scans. The technique is very sophisticated; even a Transcendent-stage evil spirit would have great difficulty detecting them."

After saying this, he said no more, because those chanical units were getting closer.

*Clang—*

The tallic limbs made contact with the hard ground, emitting a series of sharp tallic sounds.