Chapter 108

Killing magic creatures in Castlevania can make you stronger, and there is a very small probability of getting fantasy objects.

Wu Pifu hasn't gotten any fantasy objects yet, but he already knows what the so-called becoming stronger is...

Negative!

To be precise, it is some kind of negative-like thing.

When he killed the monsters in Castlevania, the weak monsters weren't obvious, but when slightly stronger and larger monsters were killed, faint light particles would appear in the powder after they were shattered. These light particles would fall into his body.

As these light particles fell into his body, his flesh and blood changed. His blood energy and blood aura began to run passionately as if he had taken a panacea. The blood aura was like pulp and mercury, and great power was born between the operations in his body.

But at the same time, his Sleepless Spiritual Light was slightly suppressed, the light began to become slightly dim, and slight negative emotions flickered in his mind.

Some kind of pollution was stimulating his flesh and blood and spirit. Wu Pifu didn't know how others felt, but he, who had practiced national martial arts to look inward at himself and had Sleepless Spiritual Light to control his spirit, was particularly sensitive to this. This strange external energy stimulated his flesh and blood to continue to become stronger like a treasure, but it also increased his negative load.

Perhaps the people of this world didn't feel it so deeply, but Wu Pifu, who practiced national martial arts to look inward and had Sleepless Spiritual Light to control his spirit, knew the most subtle changes in his flesh and blood and spirit like the back of his hand. After killing all the skeleton soldiers in the hall, he closed his eyes and sensed it slightly, and knew the general idea.

Forty-six skeleton soldiers were equivalent to the stimulation and improvement of about three jin of pig demon meat on the body, but the negative was accumulating in his mind imperceptibly. It was fortunate that he had Sleepless Spiritual Light to burn these negatives. As time went on, he could gradually calm and eliminate them.

This improvement was actually insignificant to him. His daily exercise had this effect. Forty-six skeleton soldiers didn't have as much improvement as he practiced for one day.

But this was for his flesh and blood!

If ordinary people obtained the improvement of these forty-six skeleton soldiers, their flesh and blood could be strengthened from a weak scholar to a strong man. This improvement was not small.

And this was just the lowest-level chaos magic creature. Wu Pifu thought about it slightly. The strength of these skeleton soldiers was worse than an ordinary normal male, and their flexibility was much worse. Except for the terrifying appearance, there was no supernatural power. As long as there was courage, any normal adult male could easily solve them.

It could be said that the "experience point" improvement in this Castlevania was really not small.

But this negative accumulation was also terrible.

No, this was not just a simple negative!

Wu Pifu sensed it carefully and felt that this thing could only be described by the two words "pollution." It acted on the body and spirit imperceptibly. If there was no method to look inward at oneself, one would only feel that the environment here was psychologically oppressive, and at the same time, fatigue would accumulate in the body during the battle. Over time, the body would be permeated by this kind of pollution, and eventually, it would really turn into a member of the magic creatures in this Castlevania.

Wu Pifu didn't have time to think about it at this time. He stood in this hall and stood silently with his eyes closed.

The state of the heart lake during the battle at the village entrance appeared again.

With him as the center, the surroundings seemed to turn into a calm lake. His thoughts arose, and the lake suddenly had waves, and then spread to the surroundings in the form of ripples, encountering any living things, magic creatures, and even objects, and then folded back.

The next second, Wu Pifu opened his eyes and walked toward one of the doors.

Various main roads, various secret rooms, and various traps in Castlevania emerged one after another. And this was a chaos domain, in a state of chaotic change, so it was impossible for a specific terrain map to exist. There were only general area locations because of the existence of commanders and Demon Kings in each area. What Wu Pifu had to do now was to go to the location with the most monsters.

No matter where the bird landed, killing the magic creatures of Castlevania was always right. The more he killed, the fewer magic creatures in Castlevania in the short term. Although they would be reborn in the next full moon night, the fewer the magic creatures, the safer the bird.

This was the simplest thinking. At this time, every second counted, and Wu Pifu didn't have time to think too much, so he could only go to the next room at the fastest speed.

In the next room, this seemed to be an art exhibition room. As Wu Pifu stepped into it, those oil paintings, those sculptures, and those armors all became active. Moonlight shone from outside the window, and the portraits in the oil paintings all stretched out their upper bodies, then the oil paintings floated up, and the sculptures and armors also moved their bodies and walked toward Wu Pifu.

At the same time, the door behind him turned into a wall, and the door actually disappeared after he passed through.

"Hello, everyone."

Wu Pifu looked at the portraits stretching out from the oil paintings. Although he knew they were magic creatures, at least they were half-human, so he said seriously, "I am looking for a small emerald green bird. May I ask if you have seen her? If you can tell me her whereabouts, I will be very grateful and will absolutely not hurt you."

The statues and active armors naturally had no reaction, and the portraits in the dozen or so oil paintings, whether male or female, were all stretching toward Wu Pifu. Most of them showed ferocity, and their appearances began to distort toward the uncanny valley effect. However, there were also a few oil paintings that showed mockery, didn't pounce forward immediately, but slowed down halfway, waiting to watch a good show.

Wu Pifu picked up the big knife and just scraped it with one knife. The two statues in front were directly cut off. The knife light was as white as jade, and it flashed again, and three more active armors were torn apart.

Next, it was really a massacre. Under the dancing of the big knife, Wu Pifu's figure couldn't even be seen clearly. Only the light of the knife could be seen. Within ten meters, everything turned into a knife light domain. When the remaining few oil paintings came back to their senses, all the statues, active armors, and oil paintings had all vanished into thin air. Wu Pifu tried hard to make a flattering, but actually ferocious, smile. He said very politely, "Can you please tell me the whereabouts of that little bird? I will be very grateful."

The portraits in the few oil paintings all showed confusion, doubt, and blankness. But after that, their faces all distorted, and they all pounced on Wu Pifu.

Wu Pifu sighed, and with one slash of the big knife in his hand, except for the two oil paintings that were not affected because of his control, the other oil paintings had been completely shattered.

The two oil paintings were not annoyed either. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws without touching Wu Pifu, and immediately knew they had met a tough person.

They were magic creatures with partial intelligence, but they were not high-level themselves, and their combat power was weak. However, because they were in the front hall, they could also contact many powerful extraordinary people who came to Castlevania. One of them laughed loudly with a harsh and gloomy voice, "Another traveler pursuing justice or pursuing desire."

Another portrait spat out a tongue several inches long, licking the air while saying, "Very soon, you will also become one of us. If you are lucky, I guess you can become a high-level magic creature. If you are unlucky, if you encounter various leaders and are completely swallowed by them, you won't even be able to become a magic creature."

"Hahaha, we are immortal. You absolutely cannot..."

Wu Pifu didn't pay attention to them, just searched left and right, confirmed that there were no other magic creatures, and then put down the big knife in his hand. In the confused eyes of the two magic creatures, he calmed his mind, and a ball of light floated out from between his eyebrows.

He sacrificed the Sleepless Spiritual Light and pushed it to the limit.

In an instant, the magic creature remains on the ground turned into black gas, and this black gas made various burning sounds and screams when illuminated by the Sleepless Spiritual Light. At the same time, these two intact oil paintings also began to scream. The oil painting paper seemed to have slight burn marks, but Wu Pifu controlled the intensity of the Sleepless Spiritual Light so that it wouldn't burn, but would be in a state of fine roasting.

!

"... What is this!? Ah, it hurts so much!"

"I'm going to disappear! Impossible! This is a chaos domain! Those extraordinary people who believe in new gods can't do this!"

Wu Pifu immediately used a sincere, kind smile and a gentle request tone, "I beg you, please tell me the whereabouts of that bird. I will immediately release this light, okay?"

In the eyes of the two magic creature portraits, the human in front of them looked at them with a ferocious smile and at the same time used an incomparably mocking tone to mock them. Some strange feeling made them suddenly furious.

Because the human in front of them was very weak!

They felt that as long as they dodged the big knife, they could abuse and kill this human in minutes!

So the two portrait paintings were silent, just looking at Wu Pifu with malicious eyes. Anyway, they weren't afraid of death. What if they died once?

So, under Wu Pifu's gaze, the two portrait painting magic creatures were roasted into charcoal and then shattered and dissipated.

Seeing this scene, although Wu Pifu was disappointed, he was also full of admiration for these two portrait painting magic creatures.

This kind of pain of being roasted alive could actually not reveal information. If it were changed to another era or a normal person, this would be a martyr.

"I didn't expect the magic creatures of this Castlevania to be so loyal to the Demon King. They are really unyielding..."

Wu Pifu didn't delay either. He took back the Sleepless Spiritual Light and then turned to walk to the next room.

And just as these two oil painting magic creatures dissipated, at the Demon King Hall at the highest point of Castlevania, a giant human nearly ten meters tall sat on a blood-red chair. He held a wine glass in one hand and supported his head with the other, his eyes closed, seemingly thinking about something.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes sharply.

At this time, shadows condensed around him, and a voice said, "Master, has there been a twist in the battlefield of the Reverse City? Is the giant of the end... that powerful?"

The giant shook his head slightly and didn't explain, just murmured, "Completely disappeared? Not absorbed by stronger pollution, but directly disappeared with the pollution?"

"Send people to various areas to count the number of magic creatures, especially count the number of newborn magic creatures..."

"Interesting things have happened."

(End of chapter)