Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 327: Mutation Devouring
Harvey lowered his head and took a closer look, and found that the black tears were no longer flowing from White and Black's eyes. They were just kneeling on the ground, curled up and trembling as if they were having a panic attack. At least their lives were not in any immediate danger.

So he walked quickly forward to the foot of the pale palace standing not far away, and looked closely at the distorted faces attached to the walls.

"To think there were even faces of the long-extinct half-demons..." Harvey pondered for a moment before conversing with his inner demon. "I don't think the souls this sanctuary of the dead absorbed were accumulated overnight through some massive, bloody sacrificial ritual."

The inner demon hummed in agreement. "Indeed, this palace's outer wall, forged from tens of thousands of souls, must have gone through hundreds or even thousands of years of history. Although only a portion of it is shown through projection, but..."

He suddenly said to Harvey with some excitement, "I believe its true form should exist within a spatial rift within the magic network. It wasn't formed naturally, but was artificially opened up by a legendary undead spellcaster from ancient times."

Harvey understood what Mr. Inner Demon meant and shook his head helplessly. This native of the Demon Net was hinting that he could then roam the Demon Net and use this as a clue to find the physical remains of the projection of this temple.

"Mr. Inner Demon, with all due respect... Perhaps we should first resolve the current problem before planning our subsequent entertainment activities, right?"

While Harvey was complaining, he reached out to touch the face on the wall tentatively. Before his palm made contact, an uncontrollable desire suddenly surged in the consciousness space deep in his soul.

He did not dare to underestimate the occasional movements in his spiritual anchor, and hurriedly tried to retract his hand, but in an instant... a bloody crack suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, just like when it devoured the three church demon slayers on the Soul Beach, and bit the pale human face on the wall.

The human face suddenly let out a silent roar, and the other faces around it also became active, twisting their faces in fear as they tried to escape from the area covered by Harvey's palm, wriggling like geckos lying on the wall.

The strange mouth in the palm of his hand quickly tore the face into pieces and swallowed it up, but it continued to open and close, conveying a clear desire for food to Harvey's mind, trying to guide Harvey to continue to let it prey on the faces around it.

Harvey withdrew his palm and looked at it, and found that he didn't feel anything wrong with his body. On the contrary, because the strange mouth in the palm of his hand had swallowed a face, his fingers gradually changed from pale gray-black to their original white flesh color.

The normal color in this area, which had disappeared for some unknown reason, unexpectedly returned to the position of his finger...

"What's going on?" Harvey muttered in confusion.

The inner demon in his mind, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly said quietly, "Mr. Kel'Thuzad... Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I just realized that in terms of the desire for willpower and desire, you are not inferior to me at all..."

The desire for will and desire?

Harvey's heart moved, and he asked, "Mr. Inner Demon, these faces of the dead that I devoured... are they some kind of existence condensed with desire?"

"The life essence contained within flesh and blood, the soul core stored within consciousness... they're originally composed of countless human desires. What's so strange about that..." He paused, a strange, slightly jealous tone lingering. "The desires and aspirations contained within the faces of the deceased have been eroded by the energy of death for a long time. They're too complex and filthy to be absorbed by our race... But you, hehe, with your mental strength and strange... traits, don't need to be picky about your food at all."

Do you think I want to eat them myself? Harvey couldn't help but complain in his heart, but his palm continued to approach the palace wall honestly, tearing and devouring the faces of the dead who were huddled together and unable to escape.

Soon... his entire arm, torso, and finally to his dull robe, all returned to their normal color. From a distance, it looked like a lively and colorful goldfish suddenly appeared in a pool of gray-black stagnant water.

Harvey didn't know how many faces of the dead he had devoured, he only felt that the space of his consciousness was gradually becoming fuller, until in the end he felt a slight swelling in his temples and forehead, and a slight tingling in his eyebrows.

"I think that's enough... look at the sky." The inner demon spoke at the right time to give Harvey a hint.

Harvey raised his head to look at the top of the towering palace castle, and found that the palace spire, which was deep in a vortex-like void, was slowly decaying and peeling off like weathering. Almost in the blink of an eye, the upper half of the entire palace disappeared before his eyes, and the top of the cave revealed the silvery-white moonlight that had originally penetrated slightly from the cracks in the mountain.

Harvey heard two groans mixed with pain from behind him. He turned around and found that White and Black had regained consciousness at some point and were slowly sitting up from the ground.

Blake seemed to be seriously injured. After a pause, he suddenly twitched in pain and vomited a large mouthful of thick black mucus with a "wow" sound. White was so scared that he quickly took out the healing potion from his pocket and fed it to him.

"It's okay. Both of you have just suffered some trauma to your souls. You will slowly recover through a period of persistent meditation. Don't force your magic power to cast spells in the next few days." The inner demon manipulated the twisted bloody mouth on Harvey's neck, opening and closing it to remind him.

White nodded with lingering fear, looking at Harvey sincerely and saying, "Your Excellency... and uh... Mr. Devil, thank you both for saving us. I didn't expect the Necromancer's ritual site to be so dangerous. No wonder they had strictly forbidden us from approaching... It's a pity that we tried to rescue Lambert on our own, otherwise..."

Harvey waved his hand, signaling them to stop talking. He gently instructed, "Since you can't participate in the battle, I suggest you leave this place immediately. Of course... upon returning to camp, rush to the dock as quickly as possible and prepare a ship ready for Lambert and me to sail. If I haven't returned before dawn, you can choose to flee on your own..."

After taking the potion and recovering, Blake looked up and said firmly, "No, Sir Harvey, we will never abandon you and Lambert to escape alone. We will return to the docks and wait for you. If the rescue operation fails, the worst that can happen is that we will leave ourselves to the fate of our family and the secret sect."

After saying that, the two men stood up and bowed to Harvey, then left the underground ceremony area along the same path.

The inner demon said quietly, "Alright! We've finally gotten rid of those two young encumbrances. Mr. Kel'Thuzad, let's enter the ritual altar now..."

Harvey turned around and looked at the projection of the Temple of the Dead that had completely disappeared, and after the projection disappeared... a rough square stone door was revealed on the mountain in front.

(End of this chapter)