Cultural Invasion In Different World - Chapter 127

[Chapter 125 Treatment]

Undead… Why is there such a high-level undead here?

The dark elf endured the severe pain in his mind and tried to keep his consciousness awake as much as possible.

After confirming that her arrows had completely killed the two fellows of the Inquisition of Heresy, she turned her gaze to the soul reaper floating in the air in front of her.

This guy is not an undead that can be seen everywhere in the catacombs. Only a battlefield close to tens of thousands of dead can nurture such a ferocious…spirit.

The Soul Reaper turned his head slightly, and the soulful fire in his eyes made the dark elf instantly feel that something grabbed her heart.

The dark elf had no idea of fighting this dangerous undead, she was ready to escape, and the soul-reaver stretched out a finger that was twice as long as a human finger, and pointed a finger for the dark elf. direction.

The place leading to this direction is the Black Dove Hotel. Doubt rose in her heart, and it didn’t take long for the Soul Reaper to disappear before her eyes.

This undead…what is…

The dark elf just wanted to think, and the pain that her brain was about to be torn apart appeared in her mind again.

She fell to the ground and covered her forehead, the whispers of some unknown creature kept ringing in her ears, and in addition she heard a sticky gliding sound.

Even the scene in front of her changed. She vaguely saw that in the dark space, some kind of desperate creature opened its pupils.

hallucinations!

The dark elves who had been in the Heresy Tribunal for a period of time clearly knew how terrifying the hallucinations that appeared in front of them were.

Resisting the pain echoing in her mind, she turned into a crow and flew into the sky again, towards the nearest shelter on Squirrel Street, the Black Pigeon Hotel.

When she saw the light from the window on the second floor of the Black Dove Hotel, her consciousness became blurred again.

This made her lose her balance in the air, smashed the window on the second floor of the hotel directly in the form of a crow, and then rolled onto the floor and changed back to a human form.

“Thousand Faces… What happened?”

The owner of the Black Dove Hotel, Prock, was cleaning the second floor when he saw the dark elf crashing into the wall on the other side of the corridor in a very embarrassed manner.

Prouk immediately dropped the broom in his hand and ran to the dark elf.

He had never seen this dark elf look so embarrassed. From the day she appeared on Squirrel Street, the forces of the underground organization on Squirrel Street were completely reshuffled.

It only took her a few days to hold the right to rule the black dove with an absolute attitude…

But now she fell to the floor panting like someone who was seriously ill and dying.

“flower…”

The dark elf’s voice sounded so urgent that it was a little manic… She gritted her teeth and struggled with the repeated fantasies in front of her.

“Bring me all the flowers in the hotel!”

Prucker realized the seriousness of the situation, and he immediately ran up and down the entire hotel to collect the flowers that could be used.

After a few minutes, Prock put a few bunches of flowers in front of the dark elf.

Since these are just decorations in the hotel, they are not so new.

Her eyes turned to those colorful flowers, and the faint fragrance from the flowers made her feel a little bit of joy, and these emotions helped her to dispel the crazy thoughts in her mind.

But it’s not enough… Just a few bouquets alone can’t divert her attention, and awaken some positive emotions in her to help her overcome the whispers that keep echoing in her mind.

If this goes on, sooner or later, she will be swallowed up by these crazy thoughts in her mind and lose her mind.

She had to find something that would make her happy quickly.

In places like Squirrel Street, finding a garden full of flowers is almost impossible, so money?

The vision in her eyes changed again. In her eyes, the entire hotel was on fire, and she seemed to hear some familiar voices in her ears.

It was from the dark elves she once lived in, the mourning of her relatives.

The vision of the death of her relatives completely angered her, and in order to vent, she slammed her fist on the wall behind her…

The illusion of flames did not bring her any heat, and the body temperature of the dark elf began to drop gradually, and this gloomy aura gushed out of her body wantonly.

Before long, a beam of light appeared in her field of vision, dispelling the illusion in her eyes.

“Cheer up, I don’t want my future chief reporter to go crazy in this shitty place.”

reporter?

The dark elf seemed to have heard such a strange word there, and her vision finally had a little focus, and she saw Joshua who was half-kneeling in front of her.

“you……”

“Tell me how to stabilize your body and mind before you complain.”

Joshua stayed at the Black Dove Hotel today to deal with the movie footage shot during the day, and incidentally let the undead he summoned wandering around the entire Squirrel Street.

Just now, the Soul Reaper summoned by Qiao Xiu completed his mission and returned to the domain of the Skeleton Lord.

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There are four daytime banshees floating around this dark elf, and they are the photographers who are responsible for the shooting during the day.

A milky white light emerged from the hands of the four day banshees and shone on the dark elf who fell to the ground.

Since these banshees forgot their previous grudges and turned their backs on the truth, they have evolved into a special kind of solar charging panel.

During the day, they only need to bask in the sun and absorb the energy from the sun to maintain their existence.

Stored light and heat can be released at night if necessary…

It’s a pity that Qiao Xiu is not a science student, and he doesn’t know what the principle is, and even a science student probably needs to add a sub-vocation of a necromancer to understand the physiological state of the daytime banshee.

With the help of the daytime banshee, the dark elf’s consciousness finally cleared up a little.

“You elves shouldn’t have the setting of eating flowers to restore blood, right? I mean you can heal yourself by relying on plants?”

Joshua picked up a wild flower that was about to wither on the ground, and Joshua also saw the way Pruker was looking for flowers at the hotel just now.

Joshua still followed him to the second floor, only to find the dark elf lying in the corner and looking close to dying.

“There’s nothing wrong with my body…I need something fun, something that…makes me happy.”

She forced her consciousness to stand up, but failed. The sun could only make her feel a little better, but there was no way to dispel the chaotic whispers in her consciousness.

In desperation she made such a request, even though she had no hope for Joshua at all.

Because many years ago, there was nothing in this world that would make her feel interesting.

[End of this Chapter]