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âUltimately, no matter who goes, itâs just a death sentence, right?â Lulu looked at Lin Da calmly. âIf youâre insistent on going, let me go in your place.â
Kafni also said, âLin Da, I think maybeâ¦â
âEnough.â
Although touched in his heart, Lin Daâs face betrayed a smile born of extreme agitation:
âMonica is my teammate, and I will not abandon any one of them. And what makes you think that Iâm heading to certain death?
That Hulus is merely a level 35 Star Rank, do you really think that I, a level 33 Healing Mage, cannot defeat a level 35 rat?â
âI know, I know, but they will definitely not be alone,â Lulu said anxiously.
âThereâs no need to defeat them.â
Lin Da said, âThe moment I step into the Teleportation Array, the Magic Circle will produce energy fluctuations that correspond to each other.
As long as you use a Magic Guide to detect the fluctuations, you can roughly determine the location on the other side of the Teleportation Array.
Just rush over quickly to rescue me and Monica.â
âBut how can you guarantee that the location on the other side of the Teleportation Array is nearby? If itâs hundreds of miles away, even using Battle Qi Twin Wings would take several hours,â Lulu said through clenched teeth. âItâs too dangerous!â
âI can indeed guarantee that Monica is nearby,â Lin Da said confidently.
One of the three essential conditions for dream guidance is that the teammate is within a hundred miles.
Since the system prompt said âTeammateâs mental space is sealed, unable to enter dream,â and not simply âunable to enter dream,â it indicates that the other two conditions are met.
Monica is definitely not in the Great Mystery Continent.
And she is within a hundred miles.
With the flying speed of a Moon rank adventurer, a hundred miles takes only an hour.
If itâs the Light Rankâs Light Wingsâ¦
Ten minutes, at most twenty minutes.
Lin Da was confident he could hold them off for that amount of time.
With his health points over ten thousand, below Moon Rank, no one could confidently defeat him.
He might not be able to beat the opponent, but the opponent couldnât kill him either.
An Intermediate Healing Spellâs recovery amount can heal 4000 in one go, which is almost the full health points of an average Star Rank Mage.
Lin Da was durable, and his healing amount was substantial.
In terms of endurance, he was stronger than a Heavy Armored Warrior.
Secondly.
Everyoneâs impression of him was still based on what he was like before entering the closed Great Mystery Continent.
During this one month, Lin Da hunted berserk level 30 Magical Creatures, trained in battle alongside Tasya and Lia⦠and he had mastered a powerful Rare Technique unknown to outsiders, the Forest Dragonâs Rage Fang.
No one could have imagined that in just a month, Lin Daâs combat power had undergone a massive change.
If he were to don a set of powerful Star Rank Equipmentâ¦
He wouldnât concern himself with enemies below Moon Rank.
Especially since he didnât need to defeat Hulus and the others, just hold them off for a while until reinforcements arrived.
However.
This strategy had one essential precondition.
The reinforcements needed to reach the other side of the Teleportation Array as quickly as possible.
The faster, the better!
Lin Daâs eyes pierced sharply into Weylon, âPresident, please tell me, is Dean Bailuo still in White Dove City?â
âUh, thisâ¦â Weylon hesitated, scratching his head awkwardly.
That little Dean had warned him not to reveal to anyone the secret of her going to the amusement parkâ¦
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Meanwhile.
Inside a dark cave.
The lighting here was dim, with a glow lamp only every few hundred meters.
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The air was damp, and water dripped constantly from the ceiling of the cave, the relentless dripping sounds were bound to irritate anyone after a while. Even during the heaviest of nights, those droplets never ceased.
Within a square, black iron cage that measured one meter in length and width, a frail girl with a pale complexion was confined.
Her brown hair had lost its shine, her once charming forehead now grimy, as she huddled in the cage hugging her knees, her large eyes void of life. Wearing a thin burlap dress, exposed arms showed numerous puncture wounds from which a black viscous liquid oozed.
The affected skin, as if corroded by strong acid, was marred with gruesome scars.
ââRun!â
The last thing Monica remembered was Lulu blocking Hulus to let her escape.
But she, clumsy and slow, was caught.
And brought to this pitch-black place.
From the initial panic and fear to now, Monica had become numb to it all.
In her mind, she imagined herself back with the Phoenix Tail Flower Team, enjoying steaming hot pizza with the Lord Captain, and playing the latest magic-guided game in her room with Klrona whoâd come over to visit in the afternoon.
But⦠just like that adventurer named Hulus had said, her value to Phoenix Tail Flower was limited to this.
Staying here to undergo experiments at Dragonâs Rest Tomb actually helped the Phoenix Tail Flower Team more?
Monica couldnât help but think that compared to Kafni with her mysterious powers, the mature and stable Lulu, and the seasoned adventurer Tasya⦠her only role was to cause trouble for Lin Da.
Without her, Lin Da wouldnât have to constantly worry about shielding her during the fight against Magical Creatures.
He could devote more energy to the teammates who were better than her.
Her magical output was only marked by high bursts; she couldnât compare to Swordsman in terms of sustained damage.
The more Monica thought about it, the more useless she felt, and the last bit of moisture in her dry eyes formed into tears that silently spilled down her cheeks.
âHey, youâre pretty spirited, arenât you? Looks like we can administer another injection, hehe.â
Hulus wore a white ghost mask and was cloaked in black.
On his chest was the emblem of a giant embroidered black dragon with a dark coffin behind it, slumbering in a pool of fresh blood on the ground.
It was the insignia of the Doomsday Sectâs branch, Dragonâs Rest Tomb.
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This signified his status within the Tombâs hierarchy as a âYoung Dragon,â who commanded fifty cultists.
Seeing the tear at the corner of Monicaâs eye, Hulus laughed: âWhat a tough kid you are, having survived twenty injections without turning into a monster. Among all the test subjects, youâre of the finest quality.â
Hulus, not seen for a month, looked terrifyingâbeneath his robe was a withered torso, out of which grew two rows of black spider legs that moved gently with his breath, and between his eyebrows was a pair of spider-like compound eyes.
It was a grotesque blend of man and creature, exuding an eerie aura.
The Dragonâs Rest Tombâs principal task was to develop magic potions which, when mixed with dragon blood and injected into an adventurer, could unleash immense power.
The cost, however, was too high, and the higher-ups in the organization hoped they could develop a harmless magic potion that would allow them to mass-produce witches.
The strength of witches was beyond question, but their only downside was their scarcity.
Even signing a contract with them would exert a portion of His Majesty the Demon Kingâs power.
The fundamental aim of Dragonâs Rest Tomb was to ease the burden on His Majesty the Demon King by creating Artificial Witches, a less powerful but mass-producible, systematic and scalable alternative to natural witches.
Monica was an excellent specimen that Hulus had captured.
She had a strong tolerance for the potion; in more than twenty days, any other girl would have turned into a twisted lump of monster several times over.
But Monica remained somewhat dazed, yet kept her human form intact.
Moreover, she had broken through from level 28 to 29, and was close to reaching Star Rank.
This phenomenon greatly excited Hulus.
The rows of spider legs on his ribs rustled and flitted like those of a real black spider.
âJeejeejee, I will cultivate the strongest Artificial Witch and climb straight to the upper echelons of the organization!â
If he succeeded, it would be a monumental achievement, and the higher-ups of Dragonâs Rest Tomb would surely promote him. He would have a future of advancing to Moon Rank and maybe even Light Rank.
âGood child, for grandpaâs sake, you must hold on.â
Hulus chuckled as he grabbed the syringe, clutching Monicaâs slender arm firmly.
He didnât bother finding a vein as he plunged the large needle deep into Monicaâs forearm.
Based on Lin Daâs understanding of Monica, this Big Lolita would definitely cry from the pain and develop a psychological shadow from injections.
But the current Monica, seemingly unable to feel any pain, stared dumbly as if her arm didnât belong to her, allowing Hulus to inject the magic potion without resistance.