Chapter 138: The Justified Mobbing

Wu Chang and Ailin opened the secret passage door and followed Pastor into the Tomb of Eternal Life.

The tomb chamber was lavishly decorated, but in layout and specification, it showed no obvious difference from Chamber 41, even appearing slightly inferior.

If nothing unexpected occurs, this is also the tomb of a high noble, not the tomb of Mikael I.

With toxic miasma present, Wu Chang had no rush to catch up with Pastor; instead, he deliberately slowed his pace, giving Pastor ample time to marinate.

By the time he and Ailin reached the deepest part of the tomb chamber, Pastor had already pried open the coffin.

Inside the coffin lay an elderly noble, so ancient that it was impossible to tell whether he was truly dead or merely in deep slumber.

Pastor showed no alarm at their arrival; he placed his hand before the old man, fingers spread, then curled into a fist while rotating, muttering a spell as he did so.

His clenched fist suddenly opened, thrusting a luminous energy into the old man's skull; moments later, the old man's eyelids twitched slightly, awakening from his slumber.

Having slept too long, the old man was disoriented; he stared at Pastor, about to speak, but before he could utter a sound, he clutched his throat with both hands, gasping desperately, as if the air outside were poisoned and suffocating him.

His body quivered violently, swelling and deflating like a balloon being inflated and deflated, his facial features twisted and bloated as he let out a piercing scream.

Wu Chang pulled Ailin back two steps; as expected, the old man was about to turn into a monster.

Unfortunately, the old man did not transform into a monster like the nobles in the resentment; after the transformation persisted for over a dozen seconds, he gradually regained control of his body, the inhuman parts receding bit by bit, his distorted features returning to normal.

After several breaths, the old man rose from the ground; though he looked even more worn out, he retained his human form.

Pastor looked at the old man and said, "Congratulations on passing the trial and joining my side, Count Schneider."

The old man squinted at Pastor, recognized him after a moment, and his face filled with astonishment.

"Duke Pastor? How have you become so young?"

Pastor smiled and said, "This is the miracle bestowed upon us by the Blood Moon. Don't be startled yet—feel the new power within you. After experiencing one Blood Moon, you too can regain your youth, just as I have."

Watching from the side, Wu Chang suddenly understood: the nobles who had hidden inside the Tomb of Eternal Life during its construction had not all turned into monsters under the Blood Moon's immortality, like the tree monsters.

They were like Schrödinger's old men—only upon opening the coffin could their true state be determined.

Some could not withstand the trial of the miracle's power and, upon awakening, became monsters like the nobles in Chamber 41, retaining only fragments of their sanity.

Those like Pastor and Schneider, who survived the trial, retained their human form and reason, and even regained youth under the Blood Moon's light.

The question arose: why did high nobles hidden in lavish tombs receive the Blood Moon's immortal miracle energy, while ordinary people who later entered the great tomb upon seeing the Blood Moon turned into deformed tree monsters?

Was the Blood Moon classist, believing only nobles deserved immortality? Or did the nobles possess more knowledge, constructing the Tomb of Eternal Life not merely for luxury and pleasure, but with some special arrangement embedded within?

Wu Chang favored the latter.

Seeing the two hundred-year-old elders chatting cheerfully, Wu Chang cleared his throat, signaling that others were still present.

"Gentlemen, don't get ahead of yourselves imagining the future—you built an illegal residence, and you broke into a private tomb. Come with me now, and explain your motives and actions. Confess early, receive leniency; resist, and face severity."

Schneider asked, "Who are they?"

Pastor replied, "The tomb guardians of this cemetery."

Schneider looked at Wu Chang and asked, "Let me think—my tomb's guardian should have been my First Knight. Are you his descendants? Who is the current head of the Schneider family?"

Wu Chang could not answer; he merely waved his hand behind him, and Brother Han Er, who had been following them all along, stepped forward.

"The Schneider family fell into decline a hundred years ago. The so-called current head you speak of is now preaching for a small church at Serina Crossroads, using that name to recruit followers." Influenced by Wu Chang, Brother Han Er's tongue had grown sharp.

Wu Chang clicked his tongue, thinking life was hard—nobles performing for a living. Too bad this dungeon dimension had no short videos; otherwise, he could have earned traffic with one-arm giant swings and tunnel-digging.

Schneider could not accept this truth; he frowned, his tone thick with anger.

"Who authorized you to slander the Schneider family!" Brother Han Er sneered, "No need for slander—the head who begs at the crossroads is my second uncle."

At these words, the room fell silent.

Wu Chang whispered, "Brother Han Er, old man, this elder—is he your ancestor?"

He thought grimly: damn it, this kid won't suddenly recognize his lineage and turn traitor, will he?

Brother Han Er snorted, "Yes—if he hadn't squandered nearly the entire family fortune building this Tomb of Eternal Life, the Schneider family wouldn't have declined so swiftly."

"Then if I kill him now, will you mind?" Wu Chang whispered.

Brother Han Er answered bluntly, "Just let me inherit the estate."

Wu Chang gave a thumbs-up, approving—he loved this kind of filial piety drama.

Listening to Wu Chang and Brother Han Er's banter, Old Schneider trembled with rage, "Good, good—you dare treat me this way? Then I'll eliminate you first. After the Blood Moon, I'll go out myself and restore the Schneider family!"

Old Schneider charged straight at Brother Han Er; facing an ancestor from countless generations past, Brother Han Er showed no deference, unleashing true abilities he'd never revealed even when being chased by tree monsters.

His emaciated body rapidly filled with blood; veins surged beneath his skin like hundreds of snakes writhing, transforming him instantly from a withered old man into a hulking berserker.

!

Nobles empowered by the Blood Moon were stronger than tree monsters in one-on-one combat, easily defeating seasoned players like Baozi and Youtiao; Old Schneider was likely stronger than the failed specimen from Chamber 41, yet he gained no advantage in direct combat against Brother Han Er.

It was clear Brother Han Er truly wanted the inheritance.

Wu Chang looked at Pastor and said, "Three against two—you're outnumbered. Surrender now, and you'll suffer less."

Pastor showed no alarm; he clapped his hands once, and heavy footsteps echoed from behind them.

The failed specimens opened from Chamber 41's coffins slowly appeared behind the group.

Pastor drew a slender sword from his cane and said calmly, "Now it's three against three."

Before he finished speaking, Old Schneider's movements froze; his body suddenly became uncontrollable. Wu Chang, who had unleashed the soul toxin, shouted to Brother Han Er, "Pass it!"

Brother Han Er crossed his hands into a hammer and slammed them hard onto Old Schneider's back, sending the old man flying toward Wu Chang.

Ailin, who had remained motionless until now, lifted her robe to reveal the exaggerated radiance of her Unshakable Light, and delivered a home-run strike to the flying Old Schneider.

Reanimated monsters were precisely what the Church sought to purge; Ailin had no psychological burden—on the contrary, it was her professional duty, and she struck with double force.

Old Schneider flew sideways; he thought the ordeal was over, but suddenly, the wall behind him coalesced into a giant.

Wu Chang's True Self intercepted with the Diamond Arm, caught the flying noble mid-air, then seized his head and slammed him down with a chokehold throw.

Already weakened by the neural toxin and unable to defend or absorb impact due to his loss of control, Old Schneider took the entire seamless combo full-force.

No matter how resilient a monster empowered by the Blood Moon might be, it could not withstand such punishment—he immediately entered a near-death state.

This revealed the difference between the nobles within the Tomb of Eternal Life and the tree monsters wandering the cemetery: even without the Red Moon, the nobles' transformed forms possessed near-immortality.

Unfortunately, Wu Chang had no intention of giving him this opportunity.

As the final striker in the chain attack, Wu Chang first unleashed two Palm Thunder strikes, draining the last of Old Schneider's health, then pulled out the Soul-Purifying Banner and shattered the Blood Moon power within Old Schneider's body.

Losing the Blood Moon power, Old Schneider's body rapidly turned to dust, vanishing into ash in the blink of an eye.

Zhenwo swallowed Old Schneider's vital energy and gained 15 temporary points of strength cap.

Wu Chang turned his gaze toward Pastor and the monster behind him, his eyes filled with greed for attribute values.

"Mr. Pastor, now it's four against two."

(End of Chapter)