Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Chapter 519: Chapter 334: Four Prohibitions!@@novelbin@@

Spring rain.

The rain was pattering down continuously.

The mountain path was tough to navigate, wet and slick and muddy.

The people silently masked their weariness, maintaining their formation and moving at a steady pace.

The leader’s voice rang out:

“The magic cottage is just ahead, we’ll rest there for the night!”

“Yes!” everyone responded in unison.

The leader added, “Brother Peiqi, I suggest you wait until daylight to cross this mountain; it’ll be safer.”

“Alright, I’ll move with you then,” Shen Ye said with a smile.

With that statement, the expressions of those around visibly relaxed.

—Just now, a fierce tiger had rushed out from behind the bushes, and before anyone could react, it was shot dead by this Brother Peiqi.

What excellent archery!

Having such a hermit by one’s side did give an added sense of security.

“Come on, the marching rations in the wooden hut aren’t tasty, but I remember there are a few bottles of wine; I’ll share some with you tonight,” the Soldier Captain said with a laugh.

“Then I thank you,” Shen Ye responded.

The team unconsciously quickened their pace.

The rain was getting heavier.

After turning several winding mountain roads, someone suddenly shouted, “We’ve arrived.”

Shen Ye looked up and saw, on a protruding plateau halfway up the mountain, a large, towering wooden house.

A faint glow appeared next to the wooden house:

“Magic Cottage.”

“Fixed with some magic of life and defense for human soldiers to rest.”

—It was an enchanted building!

The Soldier Captain quickly approached the wooden house, pulled out a badge, and pressed it firmly into the socket on the door.

“Click-click-click-click—”

The sound of gears turning could be heard.

The door opened.

Inside the house, candles were already lit everywhere.

On the table appeared several large plates of roasted coarse bread and cups of milk mixed with tea leaves, all contained in iron cups.

The Soldier Captain, unsatisfied, flicked the badge on the door with his finger and said:

“I’m Bronte, captain of the Ninth Patrol Team, requesting captain’s provisions.”

After a few moments.

Several bottles of wine, a pot of meat soup, and a packet of tobacco appeared on the table.

The crowd immediately cheered.

Only then did Captain Bronte puff out his chest, hold his head high, and beckon to Shen Ye:

“Brother Peiqi, please come in and rest with your sister.”

“Thank you for your invitation,” Shen Ye said.

He turned his head to glance at the puppet Annie.

Annie was expressionless.

—It couldn’t be helped; the puppet was his own, and unless commanded by him, it would do nothing.

Shen Ye thus had to control the puppet to say:

“Brother, it’s cold outside; let’s go in and rest.”

Then he spoke himself, “Alright, sister, let’s go in together.”

He was essentially having a conversation with himself while the others around him maintained perfectly normal expressions.

It was rather strange.

But there was no choice.

The patrol team consisted of eight soldiers.

They entered the wooden cabin, took off their drenched battle armor, then placed their spears and daggers on the weapon rack, lit a fire in the fireplace, and comfortably sat down at the long wooden table.

With the fire, the room gradually became warm.

“Peiqi, Lolly, come join us for dinner,”

Bronte called the two over.

“No need, we already ate,” Shen Ye chuckled.

Annie found a large chair, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, as if she had fallen into a state of meditation.

This hermit-like demeanor made her even more awe-inspiring.

Of course, Shen Ye was just doing it to save trouble.

He took the grape wine passed by Bronte, took a sip, and then focused his attention on the Dharma Aspect.

In the Dharma Aspect—

“Skeleton, come take a look!”

He called out loudly.

The Skeleton hopped down from the Immortal Puppet, walked over to him, crouched down, and carefully examined the corpse.

“This is a soul incarnation,”

the Skeleton declared assuredly, “Some powerful souls, after being disembodied for too long, will incarnate with Soul Power to protect themselves and use it to fight.”

On the ground was a humanoid corpse with long, slender arms growing out of its head and a spiky tail coming from its back.

In fact, this soul body was almost indistinguishable from a king species corpse.

—Its corpse was in Song Yinchen’s hands.

“I’ve always been curious why you went into the Great Tomb—don’t lie to me, tell me the truth,”

Shen Ye said.

—”Whispers of the Dark” activate!

The king species’ corpse twitched slightly then became calm again, not making a sound.

“It’s not talking,”

Shen Ye looked at the Skeleton.

“Then what are we waiting for?” the Skeleton shrugged.

“Go teach it a lesson,” Shen Ye snapped his fingers.

The corpse on the ground vanished instantly.

Several minutes later,

the soul incarnation of the king species appeared again.

“What did the Technique Spirit of the Seal of Fate tell you at the beginning?” the king species asked listlessly.

Shen Ye found it somewhat amusing.

This guy was truly prideful, having been dragged away and tortured for an extended period, yet upon returning, he took the liberty of questioning Shen Ye himself.

Shen Ye simply played along with it, “The Technique Spirit of the Seal of Fate told me to search for the Art of Nightmare deep within the Great Tomb.”

“She doesn’t have any memories so she got it all wrong; the origin of that technique should actually be in the Nightmare World,” the king species said.

“How do you know that?” Shen Ye asked.

“I was struck by that technique; don’t I have a clear idea of where it came from?” the king species retorted.

That made sense.

Annie had also said to take that technique for himself in the Nightmare World.

“I don’t think that technique is so powerful, it hit you several times and didn’t kill you,”

Shen Ye remarked.

“Because it was just attacking randomly, nobody was truly controlling it,” the king species said.

“Do you know how to master it?” Shen Ye asked.

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