Chapter 419 Lanchi Encountered a New Disease
the Iketerite Academy.The remnants of the demon race must be purged, no matter what.The blood countess's voice was distant and cold, like a sigh of regret, a murmur of resentment, a whisper of helple...Chapter 420: Ranchi Encounters a New Illness
Two figures walked along the corridor of the fifth-level labyrinth. The air rippled again, and the deep blue barrier magic on the floor was triggered. The phantom of the Great Love Poet reappeared somewhere, but despite their gaze sweeping across the entire passage, his figure remained unseen at its end.
The warden, a female knight, walked with a firm stride, each step radiating the confidence of a strong warrior.
Maybe there will still be phantoms of five or six ranks along the way, but she is not afraid at all.
The great poet followed her, like a secretary at her side.
Leaving the jailer's office near the entrance hall, as they ventured deeper into the labyrinth, the fifth level revealed its complexity. Thankfully, Jailer Melissa was well acquainted with this ever-changing place. With her leading the way, it was much faster than if Ranchi had explored alone based on a map beforehand.
As footsteps echoed, figures flickered in and out of sight around the corners — spectral apparitions of guards patrolling this level. They bore a near-realistic appearance, yet their forms were subtly translucent, allowing one to discern their illusory nature at a glance.
The female knight hesitated not at all after seeing the phantom.
She drew her sword from its scabbard at her waist, the blade gleaming with a cold light in the lamplight.
Before the Phantom Jailers could even launch an attack, the female knight had already anticipated their every move. Her body moved with incredible agility in space, and each swing of her sword was pinpoint accurate. As the blade sliced through the air, the phantoms dissipated like smoke.
The movements are smooth and powerful, with turns and side steps full of strength and grace.
Under his blade, phantom wardens were unable to approach and were defeated one after another.
While the great poet observed all this from afar, there was no room for him to intervene.
The female knight not only possesses superb combat skills but also an intense fighting spirit. Within her calm movements lies a clear decisiveness, as if every second she eagerly seeks out battle and desires to grow stronger.
Originally, one just needed to carefully dodge these phantoms, and they would not proactively launch an attack.
These are supposed to be cleaned up by their guards, but Officer Melissa took care of it for them.
As each phantom prison guard faded away, the corridor returned to its silence.
However, because of the large movement, Melissa the prison guard's bandages were noticeably stained red once more, and her arms trembled a little more, clearly indicating that her condition had worsened.
Are you okay
The poet of great love stepped forward, gazing at the back of the female knight and asked.
This jailer is no different from those frenzied orcish warriors, pushing himself to the limit with every breath.
Although this extreme fighting path might be her choice as a warrior, Lan Qi greatly hopes that such a precious talent of the Protoss Empire won't be lost too soon.
After hearing the sound, Officer Melissa crumpled like a deflated balloon, falling to one knee. It seemed her injuries from earlier had flared up again.
“...”
She lowered her head and took several deep breaths.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
The female knight sheathed her sword and struggled to her feet. She glanced sideways, her eyes still holding that same cold, unwavering resolve.
She gestured to the great love poet to continue forward.
The great love poet seemed somewhat confused, but he still followed.
He thought Melissa, the prison warden, was a tier 7 physical profession and should have strong self-healing abilities.
Like Sigrid, this level of injury would heal quickly on its own.
Unless Melissa the jailer has particularly low physical attributes and isn't carrying healing or recovery-type spells and equipment, why would she be built this way
In the labyrinthine corridor, the two continued their advance. Melissa, upon encountering phantoms, displayed a ferocious eagerness for combat. Her fighting style was far more frenzied than her composed exterior suggested, recklessly disregarding her own safety and frequently opting for an all-or-nothing approach, preferring to absorb damage in exchange for instantly eliminating her opponents.
Under this fierce fighting style, Melissa the prison warden's body gradually accumulated more scars. Her breathing became rapid, and her steps often paused, needing to lean against the wall for a moment's rest.
No matter how many times the poet of great love asked if she needed more time to recover, she would refuse and continue on, dragging her aching body forward.
Soon after, as the female knight dealt with another powerful sixth-rank phantom in front of her, she too was struck several times, swaying precariously, seeming to be gritting her teeth and struggling to stay standing.
"Keep going forward, we won't be able to call for medical staff at the prison. Otherwise, you could just take me here, I'd really appreciate it."
The great love poet lowered his head to look at the map on his bracelet and said to Melissa, the prison warden.
Helstrom's dispatched medical personnel also have action distance limitations, particularly on floors -4 to -6. They prioritize their own safety, and their operational range is extremely limited.
Now this location is some distance away from the warden's office and the entrance transfer hall, both secure locations.
Although Lance put all his magic cards on the Great Love Poet today, and can also borrow the body of the Great Love Poet to use his own magic cards, his healing effect is really negligible. Not only can he not alleviate the warden's injuries, but he might even torture her.
Lan Qi had never seen such a living Bodhisattva, he really didn't want to harm this jailer.
He hasn't done anything to diminish his good karma in his life, but if he killed such a kind person, then he would surely be diminishing his karma.
"No..."
Upon hearing the voice of the great love poet, Melissa, the prison warden, immediately collapsed.
She gasped for breath, leaning on the ground for support, before finally managing to regain her composure.
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Just when the poet of great love felt that this jailer was truly at his limit, she rose up again with the difficulty of an immortal.
"Keep going, I won't die."
The female knight suppressed her trembling voice and took a step forward.
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At first, the great poet was surprised by Melissa the jailer's tenacious fighting spirit, but gradually, a strange feeling began to creep in.
He wasn't quite sure what state the warden's vitality was in.
Melissa the prison warden, if she didn't torment herself to death, it seemed like she wanted to torture herself to death.
He's getting a bit past being just a martial arts fool.
But looking at her, with her honest and cold expression, she didn't seem to have any strange hobbies at all.
Suddenly, the black-haired and green-eyed figure had a hint of speculation in their heart.
"Feed."
The great poet suddenly called out to Melissa, the prison warden, from behind.
Ouch!
With a resounding boom, Officer Merlisha, clad in her skirt armor, stumbled and fell to the ground. Her body trembled as she struggled to stand.
"Are you really okay with this"
The great poet gazed at Melissa, the jailer, and softly asked.
"I... I can't..."
Melissa, the prison warden lying on the ground, trembled even more after hearing the question from the great poet. No matter how hard she tried to stand up, it was as if all her strength had been drained away, and she remained stubbornly determined to finish her sentence.
(End of Chapter)
【】eels like I haven't used my hands in a long time, and I kind of miss it.It's time to practice card making, mustn't slack off.Lance walked down the dorm hallway, stretching with a yawn.Before he left h...