Sylver Seeker Chapter 157: Necromancer In A Maze

Sylver had a series of plans in the event the building was locked down.

The vast majority involved finding soone outside, attacking them, and then pointing them in the direction of the facility and hoping that the guards inside would let the wounded person in to save them.

A beautiful woman worked best for situations such as these, a couple of cuts on the forehead for excessive bleeding, a crack on one knee to make her hobble instead of run, and maybe an illusion of a giant spider, to make the fear extra genuine.

More often than not, that was enough, especially if Sylver could find a local that the guards inside knew. When he was the Silver Lich, he carried around several corpses for this express purpose. Illusions could be seen through, but freshly animated zombies worked almost better than the real thing.

Oddly enough, children had the opposite effect, even if you would expect them to be better.

Guards got suspicious if a child managed to get to whatever it was the guards were guarding, a woman always made more sense.

Also, as one of Sylvers zombies found out, sotis the guards didnt let the person in to save them, sotis they let them in to do sothing kind of disgusting. The zombies didnt particularly care, but Sylver did, and so did the guards, when Sylver ultimately revealed who exactly they had been passing around.

But in this case, Sylver didnt need any scantily dressed corpses, because the door to the building was wide open.

Or more accurately, it had been blown wide open.

Going by the way the tal was bent and dented, and the fact that the giant door was on the floor outside, it wasnt that soone had broken their way in, but that sothing had broken out.

Sylver could vaguely feel Chrys location through the shade in her shadow, so he ignored the blood-curdling screams in the distance, followed by reptilian-like roars and hissing, and simply picked a good path inside.

[Fog Form] did exactly what the na suggested, and allowed Sylver to move around in the form of fog. But 2 details made the perk exceptionally useful.

The first was that Sylver could instantly materialize. His body wasnt spread out in a whole cloud of fog, with the barest thought he could be quite literally anywhere he wanted to be within the cloud. He didnt need to have a whole cloud that equaled the volu of his body, he just needed a small tendril. Then he could materialize for a split second from that tendril and then turn into fog again.

If it wasnt so painfully disorienting to do it more than once, Sylver could theoretically move at insane speeds via a series of jumps.

The second reason [Fog Form] was great, was that it was barely visible. If Sylver made a large cloud of it, it would make it hard to see, but if he moved around in tiny wisps and tendrils, he was neigh invisible. It kind of looked like the shimring you saw rising out of a fire if that.

Sylver slithered into the building and allowed the shades out to search around for a path to Chrys, but as he had expected, the doors leading upwards were all closed off and quarantined. The people here were used to creatures that traveled through shadows trying to invade, and as such had sectioned off the building into separate rooms, all of which were airtight.

With the drones and caras out of commission, on account of the electromagnetic pulse the dark elves had set off, Sylver didnt need to worry about soone seeing him materialize. He doubted he was the only person in the Garden who could teleport, or appear to teleport in his case, but he didnt want soone to make the connection if he could help it.

Sylver spent a couple of seconds allowing the darkness to build up in his stomach, before it started leaking from the wounds and scars on his arms, legs, torso, and head, and sat around his skin like a bubble of darkness.

Sylver moved around to check the connection was secure, and then changed the shape of the darkness to make himself taller, wider, and with a different stance from the person standing inside the bubble inside.

He ca out into the main corridor and imdiately noticed that there were fragnts of corpses littered all over the ceiling and wall, and every single one was fresh. To the point that so of them were still steaming from how recently they had died.

Sylver walked past them, and had them all fall to the floor, and did his best to make it look as natural as possible, as the pieces of dead followed behind him by rolling on the floor. With his range of over 100 ters through [Dead Dominion], Sylver could make out the path of destruction whatever had broken out of the facility.

He followed the path of broken doors, walls, gates, and what looked like a turned-off force field until he arrived at the source.

Sylver counted out 8 busted open cages, all of which were empty, save for giant piles of shit in the corner, and large bowls full of fruit and at pieces.

He walked into one of the cages, and with the help of [Deadly Darkness] found what he had been hoping for.

In his ti Sylver had raided a great deal of similar-looking research facilities. So of them were treasure troves of knowledge, while others simply called it research to make all the suffering they were causing appear to serve a purpose.

Which backfired on them, considering the facilities that sold slaves to be tortured were handled by the kind and almost gentle Ibis mbers, but the ones that contained research were handled by Sylver, who was a lot less gentle and forgiving.

But in Sylvers defense, the crueler you are to those kinds of locations, the fewer there are in the long run.

Research was one thing, sotis it was necessary, even with the looming threat of a Lich. Even knowing that eventually, a floating skeleton was going to break into your place of work, and allegedly skin you alive, and lynch the remains, people still took the risk because their country or people required it of them.

Whereas pleasure dens were opened for the sole purpose of profit, and there are safer ways of making money, that doesnt involve having a Lich torture you to death.

Not a Lich exactly, Sylver had people do the torturing for him, but a Lich sounded so much scarier than 2 half-elves, and a dwarf, that had a personal grudge against the kind of people that paid money to torture soone to death. Sylver had a personal grudge too, but as long as the perpetrator was dead, he didnt fuss around with extending the death longer than necessary.

Sylver coated his arm with a thin layer of [Necrotic Mutilation] and shoved the claws as deep as he could manage, into the tiny nozzle that was attached to what he assud was knockout gas. Going by the way it lightly burned Sylvers nostrils and tongue, it was so sort of extra strong concoction.

He waited a couple of seconds for the pressure to decrease a little, before he collected so of the air in the room into the palm of his hand, and inserted it into the hole leaking knockout gas, and then pushed the gas inside, as he forced it to expand.

Sylver felt the first valve burst open, and imdiately forced a tendril of fog up through the pipe, and materialized inside the next room.

Except it wasnt a room, Sylver was apparently inside one of the walls, going by all the pipes beneath his feet, and above him, along with several spider-like drones laying lifeless on the floor. According to the shades, the small space stretched out all around sothing and had a pathway that led upwards.

Sylver stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a sound on his left, and with an ear pressed up against the ice-cold tal wall, could hear a muffled screaming, followed by the sound of sothing scratching tal, followed by what Sylver assud was the lifeless body of the screar being flung at the wall Sylver was pressed up against.

Sylver ignored it and carried on running towards where he could feel the shade in Chrys shadow.

Chrys wasnt moving right now.

Which Sylver hoped ant she was hiding, or simply asleep and unaware of the chaos happening outside. And because worrying about it wouldnt change anything, Sylver didnt bother thinking about other reasons as to why Chrys wasnt walking around.

He continued to quickly move through the long pipe-filled corridor until he found himself almost directly below where Chrys was.

The shades returned without any good news, the corridor connected on the other side, but there wasnt a path upwards to where Chrys was.

Sylver looked down at his hands and closed his right hand into a fist as he moved his mana channels around. It wasnt exactly smart to do this, but Sylver couldnt think of any alternatives that wouldnt result in letting the whole facility know he was here. They were hopefully distracted by whatever it was that had escaped, and if he was lucky, Sylver would escape without being noticed.

Sylver sat down and did so ntal math, as he grabbed his right hand on the wrist, and angled his pointer finger about a ter away from where the shade hiding in Chrys shadow was. The spell really didnt like being confined to such a tiny area, but Sylvers on-the-fly adjustnts forced it into place, as the tal wall disappeared, and Sylver heard the distinct sound of glass shattering.

He was montarily blinded as a bright light shone through the tiny hole he made, barely big enough for him to stick his pinkie into. Sylver placed his palm against the hole and forced fog into it. He followed the trajectory of the hole and ignored the other empty spaces around it until he felt the fog weaken as it ca into open sunlight.

Sylver materialized inside Chrys room, and tried to take a step forward, but felt his knee shake from the effort. Sylver looked down at his hand and wasnt the least bit surprised to see his pointer finger had been charred dry.

He ripped the dead skin off, and with a twist and tug, yanked the brittle piece of bone off as well. As Sylver looked down at the unconscious, and bleeding, body of Chrys, he rembered he still had 5 attribute points to distribute, and put all 5 into his constitution.

He used a tiny enough amount of 2nd tier magic that he shouldnt lose consciousness, but it was going to hurt like a bitch.

CON: 160DEX: 105STR: 105INT: 259WIS: 225AP: 0

Health: 1,531/1,600Stamina: 788/800MP: 6,163/10,360

Health Regen: 18.67/MStamina Regen: 14.40/MMP Regen: 5244.75/M

Sylver touched his nose and pulled his fingers away with blood on them, as he felt sothing similar happening quite literally in every single inch of his body. For a mont Sylver worried that he had fucked up, and was about to go into shock, but as he saw the blood oozing out of Chrys nose slow down to a trickle, he was relieved it was just the effect of [Kindred Spirit Mitigation].

Sylver turned Chrys over onto her stomach, and inspected her back and spine, as he sent pulses of mana through her body, and used [Mutating Override] to get a feel for her primal energy field. With a very careful gust of wind, Sylver made the glass shards scattered all over the floor move away from him and Chrys and was relieved to find none had pierced her skin.

The good news was that she had a heartbeat, and her brain wasnt shutting down from lack of oxygen, but the bad news was that her lungs, or whatever the fuck those two tal things could be called, werent working anymore.

Shes dying, Ria said, so calmly that it caught Sylver off guard. Her soul was practically screaming.

I know, Sylver answered equally calmly, even as he lifted Chrys head, and caused all the blood and fluid that had gathered in her mouth to pour out. She was way heavier than a person her size should be, easily within the 300-kilogram range.

Sylver turned her onto her side, and let the blood leak out, as he looked around the room, and decided on an order. Sylver pulled his fist back as he walked up to the first wall, and felt his reinforced bones strain as they shattered through white plastic and hit solid tal.

Sylver walked up to the next wall, and guessed right this ti, as his fist shattered the plastic, and made the tal behind it wobble slightly. Sylver coated his right hand in bright blue flas, as he lted the plastic, and saw a square cutout, in the rectangular tal wall. He pressed his left shoulder up to it, and pushed as hard as he could, and got it to budge a fraction of an inch.

Teleportation was all well and good, but for anything important, there is always so sort of manual entrance, in the event of ergencies.

Sylver heard the tal groan as he continued to push, and used [Deadly Darkness] to use his shadow to insert one of the tablets laying on the floor, into the gap he had created. As Sylver stopped pushing, the glass in the tablet exploded, but the tallic door didnt close all the way. Sylver sent a tendril of fog through the gap, as he walked over to Chrys, and dipped his finger into the puddle of blood around her.

Sylver moved through the fog tendril and materialized on the other side, and could see 2 n trying to open a door that had no door handle. Sylver stepped onto a crumpled piece of paper on the floor as he materialized, and both n turned around towards him. The room was pitch black, one wall covered in black screens, with two tables facing the screens, covered in various pieces of paper.

Whos there! the one on the right shouted.

Both looked like human n, both were wearing glasses and white lab coats

[High-Elf/??? (Scribe) 29][HP-1,496][MP-0]

[High-Elf/Elf (Scribe) 24][HP-1,496][MP-0]

Say sothing in the dark elf language, Sylver tapped out at Ria.

She mimicked his voice perfectly and said a string of words that ant absolutely nothing to Sylver.

What? the level 29 scribe asked, and the level 24 scribe mirrored his confusion.

Sylver was glad he had spread fog on the floor as he entered, because the level 29 scribe pulled a small gun out of the holster loosely attached to his belt, and aid it directly at Sylver. Sylver kicked more papers with his foot, as he used [Fog Form] to materialize with his back to the door, and behind the two n.

Sylver kept his eyes closed and did his best to ignore the ringing in his ears, as the man fired the gun, blinded and deafened himself and his partner, and Sylver placed his hands on the top of their heads and quickly knocked them together.

The level 24s head made a faint crackling sound, as his head collided with the level 29s head. The gun fell to the floor from the unconscious mans hand, as Sylver tightened his grip, to stop the two bodies from falling.

Sylver used [Deadly Darkness] to make a small cut on either mans chin, and pressed Chrys blood up to their bleeding wounds. As the magically charged blood mixed with the unconscious ns, it curdled like milk, and Sylver gently laid them down on the floor.

Sylver walked up to the door the two n had been trying to open and felt around with his hands until he found that the bottom half had a little give to it.

Sylver turned around so his back was to the door, and kicked at it the way a horse would. Each kick threatened to break Sylvers heel, but by the 4th kick, the door gave out and ford a crack as it bent. Sylvers fog funneled through the tiny crack, as he materialized out in the open, and was once again under direct sunlight.

The walls were all the sa white plastic as Chrys room was.

The glass above wasnt broken, but from the way it shook, Sylver had to guess that sothing was running on the glass. On the edge of his vision, he could have sworn he saw a bright green tail, but he focused on the empty corridor instead.

What are you doing? Ria asked as Sylver rechecked that his coating of darkness was still on him, and started to sprint down the corridor.

I need to find soone with compatible blood. If her brain and heart work, I can get the rest healed later, Sylver explained, as tapped each wall panel that he ran past, and stopped when his tap made a new sound.

Whats her blood type? Ria asked after a monts pause, as Sylver just held up his blood-covered fingers as answer.

A small tendril of tal crawled up Sylvers arm and sucked up a half drop of blood.

O negative, shit! Can you filter out red blood cells? Ria asked as Sylver shook his head.

No, my magic isnt suited for that kind of thing, Sylver tapped out, as Ria swore in his ear again.

So your plan is to run around and hope you get lucky and find a match? Ria asked, with a tone that was between panicked and annoyed.

No, my plan is to find a match, or find a healer and force them to heal her. Theres bound to be at least one sowhere. But Im open to suggestions, Sylver explained, as he lted the plastic away, and revealed another hidden tal door. Sylver pressed his ear up to it and could hear a very faint noise coming from the other side.

He looked around to check there wasnt anyone around that could see him, before he summoned his ax, and with the help of [Deadly Darkness] slamd it so hard through the door that it crumpled, and flew into the room inside.

Sylver peaked his head in and saw more n wearing identical-looking lab coats staring at him.

Is anyone here a healer? Sylver asked as he filtered his voice through the floating blob of shadows surrounding his body and face and ntally crossed his fingers as he turned from one man to the other.

It was only when they all started to incoherently babble about who they were, that it clicked in Sylver's mind that high-elves, people who were incapable of being affected by magic, and couldnt use magic, couldnt be healers.

Tell them to close their eyes in dark elf, Sylver tapped out, as he stepped inside the room, and all the n scurried away from him. Ria said a string of words, in Sylvers filtered and dense voice, but all the n talking over one another just continued shouting at him without closing their eyes.

Sylver spread fog on the floor and walked towards them, as one of them pulled out a laser rifle, and tried to fire it. To their mutual surprise, the gun didnt do anything, even as Sylver materialized behind the man, and punched him on the back of the head.

The gun flew out of his hands, towards the open door, as Sylver grabbed him by the back of the neck and used a tiny claw made out of [Deadly Darkness] to make a cut on the mans cheek. Chrys blood wasnt a match.

Sylver dropped the unconscious man to the ground, and spread out his shadow along the floor, and simply moved it to the left for the briefest mont. All the remaining 5 n fell to the floor, and Sylver grabbed the nearest one by the back of the neck and pressed his finger up to the blood leaking out of the mans broken nose.

Sylver threw the man to the side, and as his head hit the wall and shattered the plastic plating, he slid down to the floor unconscious.

Sylver grabbed the next man by the back of the neck, who was in the middle of getting up, pushed him down until his face hit the floor, and then held Chrys blood up to the mans bleeding lips. Sylver threw him towards the building pile and moved on to the next one.

Ive got an idea, Ria said quietly, as Sylver tossed the last man onto the pile of unconscious bodies.

If he couldnt find a healer or matching blood type in ti, he planned to kill all of them using [Draining Blight] and hope he had enough HP saved up to keep Chrys alive long enough to find a more permanent solution.

Keep trying to find soone, Im going to see if I can get her implants to work, Ria whispered in Sylvers ear, as she slid off his arm as if she was gold-colored quicksilver, and slithered down the corridor like so sort of tallic snake.

Sylver nodded towards her and went back to trying to find soone compatible. Despite the dire situation, a small smile tugged at Sylvers lips as he rembered how nice it was to have soone to split up the work.