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Chapter 83 Decomposition of Fusion

With a click, the three skeletons that had been motionless suddenly trembled.

Before Rhodes and the others could react, a white light, like a rope, swept towards the hysterical Lily.

"Hahahaha—Huh?"

Its laughter abruptly stopped, like a chicken being choked; before it could react, its body suddenly stiffened.

"This is----"

To Milan's astonishment and disbelief, a dark, semi-transparent figure was forcibly pulled out of the body.

The outline of the soul looked like a thin humanoid creature with a face full of mad hatred. It screamed with its mouth open, but was pulled by an invisible rope and flew straight toward the three skeletons.

"What's going on? I—"

The black soul was constricted and twisted by the white light, and the lingering resentment on its blurred face vanished instantly, leaving only fear and panic.

It flailed its arms and legs frantically, its translucent body leaving afterimages in the white light. Its gaze swept over Rhodes and the other two beside it, and as if grasping at a last straw, it cried out hoarsely, "I—I—I don't want to die, save me!"

Milan subconsciously raised her staff as if to do something, but before the purple light at her fingertips could take shape, the soul was already pulled directly above the withered bones.

"Wait, I know I was wrong—I shouldn't have tried to destroy the seal—I was just unwilling to accept it—"

"I've never hurt anyone! I just want what's rightfully mine—"

It let out a final, piercing scream, and as if swallowed by an invisible giant maw, it plunged headfirst into the midst of three skeletons, leaving not a trace behind.

Click—

The three skeletons shuddered once more, as if completing some kind of procedure, and then returned to silence.

The stone chamber fell silent, leaving only the half-human, half-wolf body slumped on the ground, and the slightly heavy breathing of the three people.

Don Quixote stood frozen in place, sword in hand, his mouth agape but no words came out.

One second they were hysterically cursing their ancestors, and the next they were wiped out without even a chance to beg for mercy.

"This—" She scratched her head, and after a long pause, could only manage to utter, "Its ancestor is so domineering, it didn't even let it finish a sentence!"

"Actually, it has already said enough," Rod argued earnestly from the side. "Usually at times like this, the character trying to reveal the truth always gets stuck at the most crucial point and suddenly dies for various reasons, leaving suspense."

"Oh, really! I've seen similar scenes in those adventure stories. It's so frustrating!" Don Quixote slapped his forehead in realization. "So, it actually told us everything directly, which is quite a good thing."

"You two—that's not the point, is it?" Milan's temples throbbed, and she glared at them both, annoyed. "Too bad, we didn't get any more crucial information."

The other person's sudden death caught her off guard, and now the clues have been cut off too abruptly, which is ultimately a troublesome matter.

"We have no idea what level of monster is sealed underneath, how long the seal will last, or if there are any feasible ways to reinforce it," she said, quite distressed.

"No, even if we asked it, it definitely wouldn't know," Rhodes shook his head, looking at the three skeletons. "Don't forget, most of the information was destroyed by them. The reason it can say so much is probably because most of the power left here has dissipated."

"Indeed," Milan sighed, "If we go back like this, we won't even be able to write a complete formal report for the Arcane Society."

"I think the most urgent thing right now," Rhodes said quietly, "is how we get out of here?"

"Eh?"

"ah?"

Milan and Don Quixote both turned sharply to look at the entrance, their hearts sinking at the same time.

The heavy stone door that Don Quixote had pushed open with all his might had closed shut perfectly at some point. The stone surface fit perfectly into the surrounding rock walls, with not even a crack to be found. If one had not just come in from the outside, almost no one would have been able to tell that there had ever been a door here.

The two were so focused on the black spirit that they didn't notice the heavy door behind them closing.

"When did it close?!" Don Quixote rushed to the stone door in three strides, pressed his palm against the cold stone surface, and pushed hard with all his might.

No matter how tense her muscles and clenched her teeth, the stone door seemed to be welded to the entire mountain, remaining completely still, and felt much heavier than before she pushed it open.

She tried to pull outwards by digging into the gaps at the edges, but she couldn't find a foothold. Her fingertips ached from digging, but she couldn't budge it an inch.

"It must have closed when that white light came out?" Rhodes stroked his chin and thought for a moment before saying, "I didn't notice at the time, and by the time I realized it, the door was already closed."

"Ha—this is really bad news." Milan rubbed her forehead, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

"But there is some good news," Rod said, picking up where she left off, looking at the half-human, half-wolf Lily sprawled on the ground. "She's still alive, so our mission hasn't failed yet."

"Hmm? Her? What request?"

Confused, Milan turned around at the sound and saw Rod crouching beside Lily, his fingertips lightly touching her carotid artery.

"Still alive," he said, withdrawing his hand and standing up, his tone as flat as if reporting a trivial matter. "His pulse is steady, and his breathing is even, but he's passed out."

Milan walked over quickly and glanced at it.

The half-wolf girl on the ground had her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling slightly with her breath, and one wolf ear drooping limply on her head. Although she still looked terrifying, the madness and resentment on her childlike face had disappeared, and she was much more pleasing to the eye than when she was baring her teeth and claws.

"Well, that's certainly good news," Milan sighed, "but how do we get out now?"

Rhodes remained silent, only gazing towards the location of the stone gate.

The two had just shifted their gaze when a muffled "thump" came from that direction.

Don Quixote clenched his fist and pounded on the stone door twice, then slammed his shoulder against it and pushed forward with all his might. He broke out in a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and his shoulder armor was taut, but the door remained unmoved, as if it had become one with the entire mountain rock.

"It's no use, I can't push it anymore, and there's nowhere to pull it," she called out, turning around, her face full of disappointment. "It was working fine just now—"

"It's probably due to the changes here." Rhodes seemed unsurprised.

Silence fell over the stone chamber.

Milan's gaze lingered between the three skeletons and the stone gate, his mind filled with weighing the options.

She had considered finding the opening mechanism inside the tomb, but the image of that white light annihilating their souls was still vivid in her mind. No one could guarantee that touching the bones wouldn't trigger a second round of restrictions, erasing all three of them as well.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little scared. She was glad that she hadn't touched the remains of the three elders out of respect during the previous search.

Rod looked up at the white rock walls above him, then looked around again, trying to see if there had been any changes.

After searching fruitlessly, he stroked his chin and broke the silence first: "Speaking of which, was that—magic?"

"It's about getting that black soul," Rod looked at Milan, making a grasping gesture in the air, "like that 'whoosh' grabbing effect we just saw."

Milan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, it must be some kind of spell targeting the soul."

"So, you mean we should be able to use magic here too?"

Upon hearing his words, Milan was startled and instantly came to her senses.

She had been tripped up by the magic-absorbing properties of the stone gate the whole way, and after entering, she was busy surveying the environment and dealing with the crazed Lily. Her mind was already trapped by the impression that "magic is forbidden here", and she didn't even think of trying a spell inside the tomb.

Not to mention that she had used up a lot of magic power fighting the two-headed ogre, so she subconsciously conserved it and forgot to use spells.

"Yes—" she murmured, her eyes brightening slightly, "Doesn't that mean I can try to break the seal here and get out?"

Although she said that, she still maintained basic rationality and did not directly use the anti-magic spell, but instead used a weaker and simpler spell.

Illumination

She focused her mind and channeled the magic power within her body. A wisp of pale purple light shone on her staff, the light steady and gentle, without being torn apart or swallowed up, and without the slightest stagnation, just like when she cast spells in the outside world.

"It really works!" Milan breathed a sigh of relief, her heart sinking a little. "Since the spell works, that makes things easier. The mechanism to open the door must be linked to the magic circle below. I'll try to analyze the patterns and find the trigger points."

She slowly walked to the three skeletons, not daring to touch them directly. Instead, she squatted down, held her palm half an inch above the magic circle on the ground, and carefully separated a strand of magic power as thin as a hair, slowly probing it along the lines of the magic circle.

This sealing formation is ancient and its energy is already very low, so she didn't dare to use force and could only explore it cautiously.

Unexpectedly, the moment that wisp of magic touched the center of the array between the three skeletons, a crisp "crack" was heard.

Cracks instantly spread from the center of the array, crawling along the lines to cover the entire array and even climbing up the three skeletons.

Before Milan could withdraw his hand, the entire magic circle suddenly lit up with a blinding white light, and the three skeletons shattered into bone dust that filled the sky, disappearing rapidly along with the engravings on the ground, like lines being erased.

"Oh no!" Milan cried out, just as she was about to set up a protective barrier, the intense white light exploded.

A soft yet extremely penetrating white light instantly filled the entire stone chamber. Don Quixote groaned, losing his grip on his greatsword, and fell straight backward.

Milan's protective light shield only lasted for half a second before it was shattered, and everything went black as he collapsed to the ground.

Lily, who was already unconscious, was shaken by the blast wave, but still did not wake up.

Rhodes, who was standing a little further away, also squinted because of the white light.

He felt a "buzz" in his mind, as if his body suddenly went empty, and something left his body.

"Hiss—" The world before my eyes blurred for a moment, and even the depths of my consciousness were empty.

"Elina?" he called out in his mind without thinking, but received no response.

The white light came quickly and went quickly.

In just a few breaths, the stone chamber darkened again, with only the scattered bone powder on the ground proving that the strange movement just now was not an illusion.

Rhodes composed himself and first glanced at the three unconscious people on the ground.

Milan's staff was askew, his brow furrowed; Don Quixote lay sprawled out, his helmet askew; Lily huddled in the corner, still looking like a half-wolf.

No, there are four.

He suddenly turned his head to look at his side.

Less than half a foot away from his left foot, there was another person lying there.

A head of long, golden hair spread out on the milky white stone ground. The girl closed her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly. Some rounded, pointed ears peeked out from her hair, typical features of a half-elf.

Alina.

Rod paused for a moment, then crouched down and carefully checked her breath.

His breathing was steady and his pulse was strong, but he had fallen into a coma.

He looked down at his hands again, and noticed that his wandering swordsman outfit had disappeared, replaced by his usual attire as a corpse collector.

The combined state was inexplicably broken.

My companions, who were originally in the consciousness space, suddenly appeared in the real world.

[Highly relevant career material detected!]

[Highly relevant career material detected!]

[Highly relevant career material detected!]

[Conditions not met!]

[Conditions not met!]

[Conditions not met!]

"?"

Rhodes paused for a moment, staring at the system displaying a screen full of notifications, then looked at the four unconscious people on the ground and fell into a daze.

Could it be...?

With a sense of urgency, and also to ascertain their safety, Rod squatted down one by one to check on Milan and the others' condition.

Milan and Don Quixote were both unconscious. Only when Rodo saw that their breathing and pulse were normal did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Even Lily Rod in the corner checked her over and found that she was still in the same position as before, and there seemed to be no change.

only----

[Error detected!]

[Error detected!]

[Error detected!]

When he touched the three people, the system popped up a series of prompts, leaving Rhodes completely bewildered.

"From—" Rodney scratched his head, unable to figure it out for a moment.

Considering the unknown crisis ahead, he didn't dwell too much on the doubts surrounding the decision of the Yafazhong, but instead looked at the original location of the three skeletons.

The magic array there had disappeared, and the bone dust from the three skeletons did not scatter everywhere, but instead remained neatly arranged on the ground.

They follow a certain pattern, as if they are spreading out along a certain shape, with a dozen or so marks scattered around.

Although the pattern is made of white columbarium walls, most of the markings have turned blackish-gray, as if they have lost some connection. Only a few places remain, with faint grayish-white marks, so dim that they seem to be about to go out at any moment.

"Is this a map? Does it indicate the location of the seal?" Rhodes muttered to himself after examining it closely.

After thinking for a moment, he first made a note of the punctuation marks, and then took out the maps he was carrying and spread them on the ground.