Oh~

A hoarse low groan echoed in He Ao's ears.

Then the pure white sword light flashed past, with light green light spreading in the shadows.

An indescribable mass of flesh and blood fell to a place out of sight.

Immediately afterwards, another low groan sounded.

He Ao raised his hand and struck the sword again.

The shadows became darker and darker, and the surrounding temperature became lower, like the coldest night.

Only the building in front still shows a faint outline.

Monsters fused with the shadows walked around He Ao one after another, making hoarse sounds like undead wandering in the netherworld.

Their figures were hidden in the shadows, almost invisible to the naked eye, and He Ao could only rely on the sounds they made to determine their location.

As sword lights flashed one after another, twisted monsters fell back into the shadows one after another.

I don't know if it is a gift from the mysterious shadow. These monsters in the shadows already have E-level strength, but they seem to be able to only move in this thick shadow.

The distance from the porch to the small building was only a dozen meters, but He Ao walked for nearly nine minutes.

The light-green blood formed a stream at his feet, and the indescribable flesh and blood filled the cement floor behind him, forming a strange 'long carpet' in the shadows.

Blood flowed along the pure white blade of the bone sword on the concrete steps.

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—

He Ao stepped forward and stepped on the last step in front of the small building.

Finally, He Ao arrived in front of this 'towering' building.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the five-story building in front of him.

The surrounding shadows were so deep that they seemed to condense into droplets, almost blurring everything in his field of vision. From the corridor, He Ao could still see the general view of the building, but when he got to the door, he could only see

Go to the lower part of the building that is looming in the shadows.

The floors above were completely shrouded in shadow.

Looking from the bottom up, it’s like facing a strange and towering ‘giant tower’.

He Ao lowered his head and looked in front of him.

The old double iron doors opened a gap that could only be passed by one person. Behind the gap was endless darkness, as if a man-eating demon had opened its fangs.

He Ao walked sideways.

After he crossed the door, the heavy shadow seemed to lighten a little.

Behind the iron gate is a short and wide vertical corridor, connected to a long and narrow horizontal corridor in the shape of a 'T'. A faint green light shines from above, dimly illuminating the outline of the floor tiles in the dark shadow.

He Ao raised his head and glanced at the top of his head.

There are rows of downlights in the corridor, and through the dark shadows you can see the faint whiteness of the lights.

The white light passes through this shadow and turns into this dim green.

He Ao held his sword and walked forward step by step.

The sign at the T-junction lights up with a faint green light, pointing in both directions.

The pattern on the right seems to be the bathroom, the light has been damaged and is constantly flashing, while the pattern on the left is the staircase, still emitting a faint light.

In Ruodan, these old-fashioned five-story buildings do not have elevators, so you can only go up by stairs.

He Ao crossed the intersection and walked to the left.

The entire corridor was extremely quiet, without any slight sound, and there were open offices on the left and right sides.

He Ao glanced over and saw that the tables, chairs and equipment in the offices had been moved away, leaving a large space in the middle.

A faint green light flickered intermittently in the room.

It looks like some kind of unfinished ritual circle.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

The entire corridor was eerily quiet, not even one of the twisted monsters in the yard appeared.

Soon, He Ao saw the outline of the stairs ahead. The stairs were shrouded in complete darkness, like an invisible wall that did not allow anyone to enter.

He Ao mobilized his consciousness and glanced at the stairs. Energy flowed in the shadow of the stairs, forming some kind of strange blocking structure.

If you force your way in, you may pay a certain price.

Tick-tock——

Just as He Ao was thinking, a crisp voice sounded behind He Ao.

He stopped and turned around, looking behind him. Drops of green glowing liquid continued to drip onto the smooth floor.

He raised his head.

In the dark shadow of the ceiling, a twisted head slowly hung down.

This head has no eyes, its eyes are only empty.

When He Ao raised his head, he was already so close to He Ao, so close that just a fist away, his cheek could touch He Ao's head.

He looked at He Ao, split his chapped lips, and showed a terrifying smile.

Under this green light, it looks terrifying and abnormal.

Just with this smile, he seems to be able to scare some weak people into fainting.

Faced with such a terrifying smile, He Ao just cracked a corner of his mouth and gave the head hanging on the ceiling a smile in response.

At this moment, a feeling of fear spread in the heart of the monster on the ceiling, as if the humanoid guy in front of him was a crazier and more terrifying monster than him.

But fate did not give him time to fear.

The white bone sword had touched his twisted body hidden in the shadows, and then pulled hard. Amidst the intense pain, he lost consciousness.

He Ao took two steps back and stared at the body falling from the ceiling.

These bodies have long lost their human shape. Its arms are twisted and dense like bushes, and the palms are holding flesh and blood with light green blood.

That seems to be its brush.

And the unfinished ritual arrays in the open office are its 'masterpieces'.

It seems that this is a 'painter'.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and walked to the stairs upstairs.

As the monster died, the shadow shrouded in front of the stairs gradually dissipated, revealing green lights and steps.

As He Ao guessed, this monster is some kind of special power node. If this power node is destroyed, the power covering the stairs will become weaker.

He stepped onto the stairs upstairs.

The surrounding shadows became restless and gathered in front of him crazily.

These shadows attached to his body, trying to erode his flesh. He Ao mobilized the energy of his body to drive these shadows out of his body and continue to move forward.

It seems that this primitive church did not obtain much divine power, so it could only be placed in some key positions and use certain 'believers' as power nodes to maintain the overall structure of divine power.

He Ao quickly arrived at the second floor.

In front of the stairs from the second floor to the third floor, there is still a strong shadow, and it is more stable and dense than the one on the first floor.

Multi-core······

He Ao entered the corridor on the second floor.

The decoration on the second floor is different from that on the first floor. The first floor is a large office with not many rooms. Each office is crowded with many small desks.

On the second floor are more small offices, with densely packed doors lined up in the corridor.

It seems that the Ruodan branch of World Tree may have other disguised identities. Such a dense staffing is still too bloated for a professional intelligence agency that needs to hide itself.

Maybe there was a signboard placed in the yard just now, but the shadow was too heavy and swallowed up everything else in the yard.

He Ao continued to move forward and looked at the door number of the office. It clearly read, 'Office of the R&D Director' and 'Office of the Deputy Director'. It seemed that it was disguised as a certain company.

Bang bang bang——

"Ah! Help! Help!"

There were bursts of fist-pumping sounds and violent screams coming from the front.

He Ao looked forward and saw a half-collapsed wall. Behind the wall was a tall, muscular man with his upper body naked.

The muscles all over his body were bulging, and he was tirelessly hitting a dark sandbag.

The sandbag was covered in jet-black leather, and every time a punch hit it, it would cry out in pain and weakness.

As He Ao approached, the sandbag seemed to feel the hope of asking for help. It made a sharp sound and roared loudly, "Help me! Help me!"

As its pitch increased, the man hitting the sandbag also turned around. His cheeks were left with only a normal face, while the other half turned into trembling muscles, looking terrifying and abnormal.
To be continued...