People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 133 Can we get out?

In front of an ordinary little house.

Wearing a helmet with antlers, Triangle Head dutifully stood guard outside the door.

"Suren, are the materials you mentioned inside?"

Nicole stopped and looked at Pyramid Head. "What is this thing again?"

She was filled with curiosity and a desire to study everything in the world.

"Guard, go in."

Suren glanced at her; if it weren't for the fact that Triangle Head was holding a large knife, she would definitely have tried to examine it.

Push open the door.

Inside the room, there were piles of things he had collected over this period of time.

The Spear of Destiny lay carelessly tossed on the ground, along with an unknown crowbar brought from the Black Mountain base, and a pair of enormous claws—

Nicole rushed into the house, picked up the Spear of Destiny from the ground, and took out a magnifying glass from her waist bag to start studying it.

"What is this? This blood hasn't congealed! And this aura... could it be a weapon used by some Six-Winged Celestial?!"

She said excitedly.

"The Spear of Destiny," Suren replied.

"The Spear of Destiny? That holy artifact stained with the blood of the Son of God?!"

Nicole gasped, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"If this were used as a weapon, it would be the bane of demons!"

Suddenly, she saw a stone that was pressed under the claw.

She put down the spear of fate, then laboriously pulled out the stone and held it up to examine it closely.

"Where did you find this stone? Although it looks ordinary, my intuition is usually right; this thing is definitely not simple."

"A meteorite from outer space can absorb energy and automatically repair its damaged parts."

Suren explained.

Nicole's eyes lit up: "You want to use this stone to repair your greatsword?"

She shook her head, rejecting the idea: "No, that's too wasteful. With these things, we'd be better off forging a brand new weapon."

She stared intently at Suren: "Tell me quickly, what type of weapon do you want to forge?"

Suren leaned against the doorframe, her gaze sweeping over the pile of materials, and asked, "Are these enough?"

Nicole did not respond immediately.

She rummaged through the materials in the room before saying, "The materials are a bit mixed up. This claw probably isn't very useful. Let's throw it away; it's almost stinking."

Suren: "

He thought this thing was so hard that he could make some kind of armor or shield, but he didn't expect it to be rejected like this.

Nicole continued, "The material of this iron rod is quite novel, and so are these two feathers—"

"At present, it seems that if we completely shatter the Thunder Sword and then re-forge it, it should be enough to make a weapon."

She noticed Suren's reluctance to part with the claw and explained.

"Making magical artifacts isn't as simple as you imagine, just throwing a bunch of materials into a furnace to refine them. The compatibility between materials, conductivity—these are all things that need to be considered."

Suren nodded, understanding her meaning.

He also agreed with Nicole's suggestion regarding the handling of Lei Jian.

Although the Thunder Sword had been with him for some time, it was better to break it down and rebuild it in a more powerful and suitable form so that it could continue to fight alongside him.

"Have you decided what type of weapon you want to forge?"

Nicole asked again.

Suren shook his head, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

The exclusive skill obtained from the Yama Blade trial card is currently unavailable due to weapon restrictions.

So what he wants most right now is a katana that can perfectly complement those skills.

However, if he chooses the shape of a katana, it means that he must give up the violent aesthetics of the greatsword, which is characterized by its wide-ranging and powerful attacks that crush everything with strength.

He had also considered preparing two weapons to switch between at any time, but that would require two sets of materials for making the weapons, and the quality of the materials would have to be roughly the same.

Otherwise, if one weapon is strong and the other is weak, it's better to just use one.

Moreover, compared to Dante's unique and flashy fighting style, he actually preferred Virgil's style, which was all about decisive battles, where a single strike could decide life or death.

Nothing more than being handsome.

"I need to think about it some more."

After considering it for a moment, Suren finally said, "I'll contact you again once I've figured out the specific design."

Nicole was a little disappointed when she heard this, but she understood.

Crafting your own weapon requires careful consideration.

Otherwise, if the finished product is unsuitable and cannot be fully utilized, the waste of materials is the most regrettable thing.

"Alright, let me know when you've made up your mind, and I guarantee I'll forge you a true divine weapon!"

The two left the cabin and returned to the church.

In the sky, the dark shadow had been almost completely absorbed by Alessa, leaving only a few wisps of thin mist.

The seed planted in the church, after absorbing a massive amount of emotional energy, finally sprouted and grew into a plant.

The plant's main stem is grayish, with no extra leaves or branches.

A flower bud grew at its top, its surface shimmering with iridescent light, and all the absorbed emotions were absorbed into it.

Suren originally thought that after absorbing so much energy, this seed might grow into some kind of world tree that could blot out the sky.

As a result, it only grew to knee height.

He reached out and tried to touch the flower bud.

The moment he touched it, joy, anger, sadness, fear—all sorts of extreme emotions surged through his heart.

"Suren? Why are you crying?"

Nicole, who had caught up with him, saw his reaction and asked in surprise, "What happened?"

"Um?!"

Suren's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly withdrew his hand.

He touched his cheek and realized that he had unknowingly started to cry.

"What a weird thing."

Looking at the plant, and having only touched it, tears streamed down her face without warning.

He didn't even feel any sadness; it was entirely a spontaneous physical reaction.

If even someone with his level of mental strength can be affected, then if an ordinary person were to be touched by it, wouldn't they instantly be overwhelmed by the chaotic emotions and become an idiot?

This thing—

In the end, won't Silent Hill become some kind of emotional hell?

Once Silent Hill descends, Yutun's illusions, combined with this emotion, will make it difficult for enemies to even break free from the illusions, let alone fight.

For example, if you are obsessed with beautiful women, Yutuen's ability will create various beautiful women based on your preferences, making you obsessed with them.

Even if you knew from the beginning that it was an illusion, and you just wanted to enjoy it.

But Silent Hill uses the power of seeds to amplify and influence your senses and emotions, making you completely unable to extricate yourself.

One time the thrill isn't enough, would a hundred times be enough?

He shook his head, banishing these jumbled thoughts from his mind.

Let's not even talk about what this plant will eventually look like.

Whether he can afford to support them is still unknown.

That dark shadow overhead had lingered over the town for who knows how many years, accumulating countless emotions.

As a result, after the seed absorbed all the nutrients, it only grew to half a meter tall.

Where will I find the time to generate so many emotions for it in the future?

We can't just bring someone in and torture them, can we?

They're even harder to raise than children.

The last few wisps of emotion were completely absorbed.

The strange plant remained unchanged, standing quietly in the church.

In the sky, the dark shadow that had blotted out the sun disappeared, and Alessa waved her hand, retracting Silent Hill back into her body.

The thick fog and the forest town disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The entire Dream Demon Town returned to its original appearance. As dawn broke, the morning sunlight shone down, creating a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere.

Black Sheriff Boyd and Deputy Sheriff Kenny then rushed over.

"Suren, is it all over?"

Boyd asked, panting, "Can we... get out of here?"