Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

A gentle breeze darted out from the distant woods, casually blowing across the party area, carrying a hint of earthy scent as it caressed everyone.

Chris slowly walked out of the conference room next door again.

A barely perceptible hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

The officer, who identified himself as Riley, questioned the driver in detail about the carriage collision.

Chris answered truthfully as always, and his responses were fluent.

This matter had nothing to do with him.

Just after Chris came out.

Officer Riley strode out of the conference room, glanced at everyone present, and turned to walk towards the villa entrance.

He stood at the door for a while, then whispered a few instructions to the police officers guarding the area, seemingly arranging the next steps in the investigation.

After Team Leader Hope left, Constance quickly walked up to Chris.

The polite smile on her face faded slightly, and a genuine apology appeared in her eyes. She bowed slightly to Chris and spoke softly:

"Mr. Chris, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect Little Black Tower to come back on its own. You made a wasted trip and almost got lost."

Upon hearing Constance's apology, Chris quickly feigned surprise and responded:

"Miss Constance, you flatter me. It was my own unfamiliarity with the woodlands that led me astray, and that's how I got lost."

He continued his previous statement, taking the blame for getting lost, and then subtly added:

"That deep forest really is like a maze, haha."

Chris harbored suspicions about the eldest daughter of the ducal family.

The black cat with purplish eyes looked almost exactly like the little black cat the other person kept.

Is this matter really completely unrelated to Constance?

Constance's reaction was far too natural.

When Chris said he was lost, the other person's eyes were full of apology and worry, without the slightest hint of anything unusual, just like a host who was genuinely concerned about the safety of his guests.

"I'm glad you're alright." Constance breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "You've been in the woods for so long, are you hurt? Should I call a doctor to come and take a look?"

"No need to trouble yourself, Miss Constance. I'm not injured, I'm just a little tired from walking." Chris smiled and politely declined.

He paused, then added casually:

"It's strange, but when I was walking into the woods, I did hear a bell ringing. I remember you specifically told me that Little Black Tower had a bell around its neck, so I followed the sound of the bell, but I didn't find anything and got lost."

As Chris spoke, his gaze kept drifting across Constance's face, carefully observing every micro-expression.

Constance looked surprised after hearing this, and then said:

"A bell sound? Then it really might be Little Black Tower." Constance said, then suddenly smiled. "Looks like Little Black Tower was chased out of the woods by Mr. Chris today, haha."

Constance's reaction was perfectly natural. She casually glanced at the little black tower resting quietly on the lawn not far away, and then, with a hint of a joke, said:

"It seems that Little Black Tower doesn't like Mr. Chris as much today."

Upon hearing this, Chris's face showed just the right amount of embarrassment.

"Haha, maybe it's because it changed its clothes and the little black tower didn't like the smell."

Chris was still puzzled, but he remained outwardly calm.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Constance was called away by a servant who came out of the villa, apparently because the police needed her cooperation on something.

Chris watched Constance's departing figure, and slowly the smile on his face faded.

His gaze also fell on the black cat that was lying down to rest.

There was indeed a bell tied around the black cat's body.

And it's also gold.

However, the black cat in the maze didn't have a bell on it, and Constance hadn't told him beforehand that the little black tower had a bell on it.

He said that just to test the waters.

Constance didn't correct his statement, and it was unclear whether the other person had forgotten it, or...

Chris felt that Constance was a bit strange this time. The aura he was exuding seemed different from when he met him that morning.

I don't know if it's because the other person's clothes are different now than they were in the morning.

However, it's normal for aristocratic ladies to change their clothes several times a day.

Chris shook his head slightly, not thinking about it any further.

At this point, all he had to do was wait.

Like most people here, he also hopes to leave as soon as possible.

Chris glanced at Jonathan, who was staring at him, and smiled as he walked over to him.

In a sense, the other party is also considered half a boss.

……

Meanwhile, on an almost straight road in the western suburbs of Rom.

A black sedan was parked steadily on the side of the road.

Four men in black uniforms were standing by the roadside, half-squatting on the ground, carefully examining the dark brown bloodstains left on the road.

The bloodstains were half-dry, extending down the slope of the road into the roadside bushes.

"Captain, this is it." A young man with a buzz cut stood up and said in a deep voice to the middle-aged man beside him, "The extraordinary power contained in the blood sample given by Dr. Grayson matches the bloodstains here perfectly."

The middle-aged man, referred to as the captain, nodded slightly.

His name is Evan Walker, the captain of the third squad of torchbearers in Rom, a spirit messenger of the three holy seals, and he walks the holy path of the Iron Anvil.

Evan's gaze fell on the bloodstains on the road, his eyes sharp, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"The bloodstains led all the way into the woods, so the thing must have disappeared into this forest after escaping from the car."

He paused, glanced at the three team members beside him, and quickly gave the order:

"Ethan, you and Raymond drive to Constance Estate, coordinate with the police, find out the origin of that carriage, and get all the details."

"Understood, Captain!" the two young team members replied immediately.

Evan then looked at the remaining teammate beside him and continued, "Kane, you stay here with me and follow the trail of blood to see where that thing is hidden."

"Yes, Captain!" The team member named Kane nodded immediately.

After assigning tasks, Ethan immediately walked to the car, opened the passenger door, and took out a silver communication array panel the size of a face plate.

He infused his fingertips with spiritual energy, and the runes on the array plate instantly lit up, emitting a faint hum.

Ethan relayed the basic situation on the ground and the division of labor among the teams to the suburban outpost where the third team was located at a specific frequency.

After doing all this, he put away the array plate, nodded to Evan, and then got into the car with Raymond.

With the engine roaring, the black sedan sped off toward Constance Estate.

Only Evan and Kane remained by the roadside.

Kane, carrying a black briefcase, strode over to Evan.

He placed the box on the ground, skillfully entered the password, and opened the box.

The box was lined with black velvet, and in the center was a palm-sized brass box with exquisite silver runes engraved on its surface, which shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

Kane pressed his fingers on the brass box and slowly infused it with spiritual energy.

Several runes lit up on the box instantly, and after a crisp click, the lid popped open automatically.

Inside the box lay a dark blue beetle.

The beetle's shell gleamed with a faint, dark green sheen, its intricate patterns and six slender legs gripping the velvet at the bottom of the box, motionless, like a delicate metal work of art.

Less than three seconds after the box was opened, the beetle suddenly moved.

Its metallic elytra suddenly sprang open, emitting a crisp ringing sound, and its transparent wing membranes flapped rapidly, producing an almost inaudible buzzing sound, before it flew out of the box.

The beetle circled the bloodstains on the road three times, its antennae twitching slightly, as if trying to catch some kind of scent.

A moment later, the beetle changed direction and flew into the depths of the woods by the roadside, at a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow, keeping a speed that the two of them could keep up with.

"Walk."

Evan picked up the suitcase from the ground, gestured to Kane, and the two of them followed the beetle's direction at a distance, quickly disappearing into the woods.

Kane held the brass box firmly in his hand, his eyes fixed on the direction the beetle flew. Relying on the spiritual connection between the box and the beetle, he accurately grasped the insect's exact location.

Both were experienced torchbearers, their footsteps extremely light, making no sound as they trod on the fallen leaves. Their spiritual awareness remained constantly on display, alert to any unusual activity around them.

……

Deep in the woods, in a circular clearing surrounded by wildly growing vegetation.

A creature that is half human and half sheep is lying on the ground with its eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

The monster's upper body was a naked humanoid shape with dark brown skin, strong and muscular muscles, a pair of spiraling black horns on its head, and a dark red crystal embedded in its forehead, which was faintly glowing.

The monster's lower body resembled that of a sheep or cow, covered in thick, dark brown fur, with its hooves deeply embedded in the mud, stained with mottled blood.

Centered on its creeping position, within a circular area ten meters outward, the low shrubs, weeds, and even the nearby trees are growing wildly, twisting and intertwining at a visible speed.

The dense foliage grew wildly, weaving together to form an impenetrable wall of grass and trees, completely concealing the monster's body in this clearing, isolating it from all scent and sight.