The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess
Chapter 314 - 312: Rose’s Wrath and Hilia’s Suffocation
The secret passage wasn’t very long; before long, Hilia reached its end, arriving at a larger, open room.
The ceiling of this room was a direct view of the starry sky, while the surroundings were decorated as if with snow and ice.
In the Subspace, these buildings were constructed and combined at whim, as imaginative as possible.
"I need to change my disguise..."
By manipulating the Array, Hilia discovered that this place was completely unaffected by what was happening outside. She decided not to alert the others, and changed her disguise to one of the unconscious people outside.
These heretics, who were conducting some unknown research, all wore identical snow-white robes, like capes, completely covering their bodies.
The robes had hoods as well; from behind, you could only tell their height and body type, so it was impossible to identify anyone.
Hilia finished her disguise and walked into the open hall, glancing at her surroundings.
This place seemed to be an enlarged version of the small room outside, with piles of materials laid out in a square "hui" character formation.
Hilia even recognized quite a few familiar materials among them.
"Ghost Fruit, Heart of Gold... there’s even pearl rosemary."
The girl looked to the side. A Pharmacist was pouring large amounts of pearl rosemary into an alchemy furnace, mixing it with many rare herbs to form an inky-green liquid.
As magic power flowed, the pearl rosemary released a rich fragrance, and those around drew a deep breath, intoxicated.
Hilia furrowed her brows and hurriedly distanced herself.
"They’re using pearl rosemary for potion-making—what exactly are they trying to concoct?"
Hilia had no idea.
She looked to the other side and saw another Pharmacist grinding a different addictive plant into powder and adding it to the alchemy furnace, reveling as he watched the reactions inside.
Apart from a few pharmacists who weren’t using addictive materials, most were, as if they couldn’t brew anything without them.
Hilia only recognized the common potions; as for these experimental concoctions, she didn’t know anything about them. Seeing the pharmacists intoxicated like junkies just disgusted her.
Suddenly, she thought of the Essence of the Dark Dream.
"Could Essence of the Dark Dream also be made with these restricted addictive ingredients?"
Rose said, "Some of them, yes. The reason something is a medicinal material is that certain components can be used for brewing potions. Extracting those parts is what most pharmacists do.
"These pharmacists here do the same, separating out the addictive components and letting them evaporate into the air, essentially removing the addictive bits and keeping the useful parts in the mixture.
"But normally, pharmacists don’t purposely have those components dissipate directly—they’d set them aside and destroy them once the potion is complete.
"The reason these people deliberately let the harmful parts evaporate is entirely intentional—they want to inhale them, using their mages’ resilient bodies to enjoy the mental high these poisons bring."
"..." Hilia grew even more disgusted.
"Once I figure out what’s going on here, I’ll kill these people!"
Making and using poisons—all punishable by death!
Hilia held her breath, making sure none of the airborne toxins entered her system, and quickly made her way through the experiments to the other side.
At the other end of the open hall was a corridor, with doors lining either side.
The Array here had no surveillance function; it could only sense the dense magic power fluctuations and fierce magical reactions inside.
"This place is completely sealed off..."
Sealed—that’s perfect.
Hilia walked into the first room.
Inside were various potions; Hilia immediately recognized them as Essence of the Dark Dream.
"So the Essence of the Dark Dream was developed here."
The people inside noticed the door opening and immediately looked over. Upon seeing the disguised Hilia, one of them frowned, "Who let you in? Get out!"
Hilia didn’t leave. Instead, she shut the door with her foot.
Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly saw Rose’s phantom solidify beside her, his gaze icy as he fixed his eyes on a bottle of red liquid on the table in the small room.
Hilia felt Rose’s anger rising.
Her heart leapt. "Lord Rose, what’s wrong?"
Rose didn’t reply. His solidified Spiritual Body rushed over, lifting the Pharmacist up.
His powerful spiritual power surged directly into the man’s mind.
Hilia didn’t know what Rose was doing; all she saw was the Pharmacist’s pupils rapidly dilate under Rose’s spiritual attack, slowly becoming vacant and slack-jawed.
His spiritual power seemed to have been utterly destroyed in an instant.
A moment later, Rose squeezed; with the sound of bones snapping, the Pharmacist’s head twisted aside, dead on the spot.
Hilia had only ever seen Rose so furious when Jonathan spoke of God King Zeus opening the Abyss Gate.
But at that time, Rose’s anger had been repressed. It was terrifying, but it didn’t affect her.
But now, his rage erupted without restraint. Even though it wasn’t directed at her, Hilia still felt herself struggling to breathe.
She was feeling worse and worse—not only was Rose’s erupting spiritual power impacting her own spiritual strength through their connection, but the suffocation was making her increasingly uncomfortable.
It was as if something was blocking her chest—heavy, oppressive—as if life was ebbing away.
With all her strength, the girl forced out, "Rose... sir..."
Rose seemed to come to himself at last; his fury instantly receded, and in the blink of an eye his spiritual body appeared at Hilia’s side, hand pressing to her head.
A warm sensation spread from her head, and all discomfort vanished. Hilia couldn’t help but let out a soft hum, closing her eyes to bask in Rose’s warmth.
"Sorry, I lost control," Rose said gently. "Seeing that thing, I just couldn’t suppress my emotions."
Hilia slowly opened her eyes, looked at Rose, and murmured, "What is that thing?"
Her delicate body was slowly leaning closer to Rose.
That trace of curiosity was gradually dissipating.
Seeing this, Rose let go of her and flicked her on the forehead.
"Ow!"
The girl puffed up her cheeks and glared at Rose angrily.
Rose turned to look at the unknown bottle of red liquid, and said softly, "What do you think it is?"
Hilia looked over and shook her head. "All I feel is strong magic power. The attribute feels odd, like... Dream Attribute?"
Dream Attribute, red liquid?
Was this a new potion developed by the Pharmacist whose neck was just broken?
Or...
A terrifying suspicion popped into Hilia’s mind.
Rose nodded, expression calm. "Right, Dream Attribute—because what’s inside that bottle is Alina’s blood."
"What?!"