Chapter 190

Yuehuanshe: Besides the isolation door, did you also set up any other defenses?

Zhouri Ningjing: I don't think we need to mention something as basic as dispelling magic; a bit of magic resistance can break it.

Even a slightly stronger intent can break through that psychological suggestion… Zhouri Ningjing couldn't be bothered to explain it in such detail; she doesn't think Aomo lacks even this basic common sense.

Although the mental suggestion spell used to drive away unrelated parties receives version updates every year, it never gains prominence; in the protective systems of large buildings, such spells are largely replaced by the 'Mass Fear Technique'.

Gentle psychological suggestion urges it to go home—where is there something real that directly awakens fear to make it flee?

But this could also develop into a trampling incident; moreover, some people's first reaction to fear is not to flee but to freeze in place.

But that is still better than a tepid departure, or even nobody running away.

But right now, the fear brought by a dozen or so monsters suddenly crowding into the building and fighting chaotically is naturally more immediate than any fear spell.

Even some mercenaries of the Radiant Star Mercenary Corps, upon seeing that immensely powerful and destructive battle scene, feel their legs go weak.

Among them, not a few of the newcomers summoned these days have already become deserters.

Those who haven't fled, due to the unclear information from above, each don't know which side to support.

First, they carried out a two‑sided firefight everywhere, then were blown away by a black horse, and then knocked unconscious by a horse girl wrapped in black aura.

Originally it was a pitch‑black Sunday on the Digital Beast battlefield, but in the end we still had to free up our hands to deal with these hindrances.

One or two are fine, but when they gather they become somewhat threatening; even among a bunch of unimpressive guys, there are some real ones hidden.

Zhouri Ningjing: 【What's wrong? Did you run into some trouble?】

The horse girl who fell from mid‑air, after glancing at the unconscious person flung behind the black horse, burst into steps again.

She dodged a shadow blade thrusting from her side, and in the next second her steps traced an arc, turning behind her ambush attacker.

Zeng!

The blade condensed from black aura pierced him; she pulled back, flung her hand, and rushed to the next spot amidst the blood spray, clean and swift.

The plan of ambushing from the shadows is indeed easy to pull off, but she is far more concerned about her own shadow than ordinary people.

Yuehuanshe: 【My sense of space has been disturbed; does this underground facility have such a defense system?】

So you're saying you got lost? Zhouri Ningjing couldn't help but grin; this, right after she had just kicked apart someone's weapon, appeared overly sinister, almost instantly making the opposing mercenary turn and flee—

—only to be blown away by a black horse that suddenly charged out.

As long as it doesn't pose a real threat to herself, she is still willing to hold back, opting to knock them out or fracture bones, etc., to deprive them of the ability to resist.

And someone like the one just now who thrust a sword into his back‑heart, there's no need to hold back.

Zhouri Ningjing: 【Indeed there is; it's maintained by source‑energy beings, so it's outside the system's regulatory scope—you'll have to handle it yourself.】

Holding control of the defense system, and as a spiritual body able to access nearby electronic devices at any time, Zhouri Ningjing can consult data and respond to messages while on the move.

Just as convenient as those two constructs.

Yuehuanshe: 【Source‑energy beings? Good, I've noticed, taken care of!】

Zhouri Ningjing: 【?】

Although I doubt this guy would joke in such a situation, I still feel a sense of being made fun of.

Yuehuanshe: 【I've also found the elevator; I'll get back to you with the result.】

—

Communication cut off, the demon who had looked away from the light screen touched the elevator entrance with fingertips wrapped in pale electric current.

Behind him, those creatures that had been flush against the wall, their color completely integrated, paper‑thin and sheet‑like, lay in their own pools of blood.

That is an alien insect that Aomo had heard of but never seen, hiding in the environment and constantly emitting abnormal electromagnetic waves that disorient and exhaust prey until death.

Yes, they are scavengers; if we could spot them earlier, this would be easily resolved.

But Aomo was already in a hurry, with no time to observe their whereabouts, so he simply raised his claw to touch the wall, and frost spread from the point of contact.

Toward the wall, toward the ceiling, and also toward the ground.

That feigned death‑like mental state could not be sustained, and the demon met it with an ice‑shard spear flung by a flying‑knife technique.

【Mr. Li, Miss Liv, pay attention to these space‑disturbing environmental organisms, 【picture】, 【picture】, 【picture】】

For a company whose research focus is shifting toward monsters, raising such things isn't strange……After finishing the information sharing, Aomo thought to himself, adjusting the charge at his fingertips.

A mature Thunder King can steal electricity from outlets from a young age, and even charge his mother's phone battery until it bursts.

Beasts naturally don't care about such things, but people do, especially those who have tinkered with little tricks for lifestyle convenience and have even tried charging their phones to save on electricity bills.

As it turned out, that kind of steady slow charging, while doable, consumes a lot of effort and is inefficient, so they gave it up.

Still, remotely pulling metal objects and electromagnetic massage are more suited to basic thunder techniques.

Although those early attempts ended in failure due to cost, they at least gave Aomo a good grasp of the finesse of electromagnetic manipulation.

Thus, five seconds after he raised his finger to trigger it via electrical conduction…

The screen on the right‑hand wall lit up, showing the number -2; the formerly sealed heavy metal door then began to open slowly in the next moment.

The malfunctioning program judged that the elevator car had arrived, but what actually opened was a pitch‑black opening that no normal person would consider entering.

The demon leapt in.

Counting down to the sixth floor, he repeated the old trick to supply power for opening the door.

Then he once again felt that abnormal sensation, as if his mind were being pushed by something.

Does every floor have it?

Doesn't he care about including company staff as well? Or is there some certification screening method for them?

Aomo had originally intended to repeat the old trick, raising his claw to lean against the wall and walk the whole circuit, but he unexpectedly heard voices and also saw that on both sides of the road, human soul outlines had gathered.

After all this holing up, getting lost, and going down another hole, he still hasn't seen anyone else—not even the guards that theoretically should be stationed on the lower levels.

He decided to first go capture someone.

Whether researcher or guard, either could provide the information he needs.

Thus, one place fell into pure darkness and silence.

Then, immediately after, upon learning the target point was unexpectedly close, Aomo discarded the original plan to first dispose of all environmental creatures.

He headed straight toward the laboratory of Dongzi True Person, which was the other side of the original elevator fork.

His steps were steady; with only a main path, as long as he didn't rush or act impulsively, he wouldn't be disturbed to the point of wanting to turn back.

He had locked onto the target, after all, the target, fearing it wasn't conspicuous enough, actively extended its mental presence to sense his existence.

Thus the demon's steps quickened slightly; its two horns, the black flame flow in its eyes intensified with heightened emotion, and within the pale moon mark on its chest, Hei'an granules began to seep out.

And among the items carried, reorganized and merged into its body due to demonification, the two cards trembled as if in celebration.

Aside from tone, the flame changes on its body are actually the only way to express the demon's mood.

But it was enough for the researchers opposite to think it was some kind of killing intent.

Especially, sparks burst from his silver-white mouth full of sharp teeth, as he uttered a low, solemn, cold declaration:

"I found you."

At that moment of pressure… someone had already fainted from suffocation.

The experiment… no… life was basically over.

Facing the demon, probably not even the soul could remain.