牛奶色隔壁有夫之妇

Arthur sounded mysterious, and even though he said he did not remember how to open the door, that group of adventurers still had the hope he would somehow open it.

“Take your time, senior. Let the memories flow,” Michael said.

The others praised his attitude, showing respect and giving the older man time to think and remember.

After Arthur cast a tier 6 spell with such ease, they did not want to rush things and make him pissed, or else they could as well die in that tunnel, where no one would ever find their bodies.

It was not sure that the door would truly open with his touch, but Arthur tried anyway, hoping for the best, or else he would make that group suspicious of him. Not that it mattered anymore, as he had already found what he was looking for.

When his right hand touched the door, a mechanism moved, and the door was open.

“I was correct, after all.”

Arthur would not rush in without knowing what was on the other side, and as he was portraying a ghost, he said, “I remembered!”

He cast an invisibility spell, fading away like a ghost. The group of adventurers could not hold their excitement as they went in.

Following closely behind, just like before, Arthur saw the same things they did, and it was extraordinary yet scary.

Behind the door was a room with someone chained in the middle. That person looked like a demon, with horns, wings, and a tail. The most impressive thing was the height of that creature, 10 meters tall with a bulky body.

The chains weren’t the only things around its body, but also vines from an immense plant behind the demon, constantly absorbing its life essence, turning it into fuel to grow all the plants inside the canyon.

Not only that but there was a hole at the top of the room, where the fog passed through to envelop Misty Town’s surroundings.

It turned out the fog was also produced using the life essence of that demon-type creature.

What level of strength did that demon have to be still alive after countless years? Arthur could only guess as he gazed at that creature.

“What is this? Michael, have you ever seen something like this before?” The dark elf said.

“No, never. But it does remind me of the demons that Doom Order used to worship.”

“Right! Now that you talked about it, it does indeed.”

They had entered the Doom Order as spies to get a key to open that door, but it turned out that it was not needed.

“Where is the body of that old man?”

At that moment, a laugh echoed through the room as Arthur returned to his dark elf appearance, the same they knew about.

When the group turned around to see a familiar face staring at them, no one could believe it.

“This is impossible. Not only I stabbed you, but I also poisoned you and threw you into a canyon. How are you still alive?”

The moment they realized the older man was, in truth, Arthur, a sense of fear grew within their bodies. It meant Arthur was stronger than them, and they could all die with just a mere thought.

For that reason, the dark elf who stabbed Arthur was the first to kneel and say, “I am so sorry. Please, forgive us!”

The rest of the group followed his action and did the same.

Arthur looked at it and could not believe it.

“First, you try to kill me, and now you are sorry? Cut the crap, piece of shit,”

“Tell me, how do you want to die?”

Before Arthur could make a move, Michael, the vampire who was also the strongest among them, dashed towards him, wielding a sword imbued with blood.

Michael was the only one Arthur was worried about, but he had long since prepared for him. The second Michael made his move, Arthur waved his hand, quickly casting a wood-type spell that created plants to lock the opponent in place.

Magical vines circled Michael’s feet, hindering his movements.

“A mere trapping spell? What can you do when I get close to you?”

Arthur had already prepared his sword and dashed towards Michael, who did not believe what he saw. It was common sense that mages were not good at close combat, yet Arthur was doing just that.

He believed his vampire strength would overwhelm Arthur the moment their swords met, yet, he was the one that was sent flying with a deep cut on his chest.

“How?”

None of the questions he had in mind were answered as Arthur teleported right in front of him, decapitating Michael in front of the rest of his group.

They weren’t dumb and had known each other for a long time. Everyone knew Michael was the strongest among them, yet he was killed in seconds.

“Now, who wants to be next?”

Arthur gazed at them, but soon something beyond his expectations happened. Michael, now dead, was not that far from the chained demon, and its blood started to leave his body and rush towards the monster.

“What is happening?”

After all the blood was absorbed, the demon finally opened up its eyes, gazing at everyone present. It still did not have enough strength to leave that place, and Arthur believed even if he killed everyone present, it would still not have.

“You, who are you?”

The language the demon spoke was lost since ancient times, and not even the spells from mages could make one say it.

“Wh- what is he saying?” Luvon said.

“I can understand it!” Arthur said, using the same language as the demon.

He did not know what was happening to him. Even the demon was surprised after hearing it, and a feeling of hope rose within his body.

“Please, kill these people so we can talk in private.”

“Why would I trust you, a demon? Aren’t you suppose to be bad?”

“Demon? That is what people are calling us nowadays?”