This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 452: Big Cute Eyes

Chapter 452: Chapter 452: Big Cute Eyes

Chen Ke slowly ascended the stairs, his revolver itching to be fired. There were no shadows of people in sight, yet the footsteps were crystal clear.

The sound was not something a 19th-century leather shoe could make. Rather, it resembled the noise of iron-clad armor shifting with each step.

He stepped over a maid whose eyes were bleeding, her chest punctured by something sharp and badly mangled; white ribs were turned inside out, jutting halfway out of the chest cavity.

Upon reaching the second-floor corridor, Chen Ke immediately saw the slowly pacing iron armor at the end of the hallway. That was his full set of An Helei’s Lament.

It moved like a person, step by step, leisurely striding and making a crunching sound with each motion. The armor’s surface was coated with a layer of blood, with something resembling veins draped over the shoulder guards.

Dense clumps of blood-red flesh bubbled on its stomach and chest plates, rhythmically contracting as though breathing.

Chen Ke glanced at the armor and the helmet, as if conscious, twisted towards him. Flesh-colored tentacles protruded from the narrow slit of the visor, and the armor reached out its arms, striding quickly towards him.

"+1 hour"

"+1 hour"

"+1 hour"

"+1 hour"

...

A familiar aura of menace surged toward him. Regardless of who was inside the armor, Chen Ke was determined to strip it off. Without a word, he positioned his revolver at his waist and repeatedly slapped the hammer with his left hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The crisp sound of the gun firing six times echoed. The revolver’s muzzle flashed with red blood light, and of the six Divine Blood Bullets fired, only two hit the armor, while the other four flew towards the ceiling and walls.

"Damn, not practiced enough..." Chen Ke felt embarrassed, as the bullet icon in the corner of his eye slowly filled up.

The reason he didn’t use his Transcendent Skill was to avoid drawing too much attention. After all, the mansion was located on a city street; gunshots were always better than breaking a wall.

Once the bullets were reloaded, Chen Ke aimed for the armor’s knees in a directional shooting stance. This thing was bulletproof, but the recoil still mattered. He didn’t hope to penetrate it, but at least he could knock it down.

The Divine Blood Bullets didn’t ricochet off the armor but instead turned into a blood spot that stuck, causing it to stagger. When the armor was one body’s length away, it suddenly lunged at him.

Chen Ke rapidly retreated, stepping back several paces at once and snapping his fingers at the armor. With a "bang!", Spiritual Energy burst forth, releasing a strong force that blew the helmet off.

The helmet fell to the ground, rolling three times, and then transformed into an orange diamond. Chen Ke saw what was beneath the helmet.

It was a mass of proliferated flesh, like squid tentacles entwined with each other and then wrapped in a dense layer of disgusting nodules. The tentacles swayed towards the ceiling as if taunting.

The armor leaned back slightly and lifted its left leg forward to step and try to stabilize.

Chen Ke didn’t wait for it to steady itself. He kicked the chest plate head-on, bursting the cluster of nodules and spewing out thick fluid. The armor struggled on one foot for two seconds and then fell backward to the ground, breaking apart in a mess.

Arm braces, chest plates, and leg armor were shattered, and from the joints oozed many tentacles as long as an adult’s forearm and as thick as a child’s arm, crawling chaotically.

These small tentacles, like white worms, writhed everywhere, desperately trying to climb onto Chen Ke’s lower legs.

He viciously stomped on a tentacle, which burst like a watermelon-flavored jelly, spewing blood-red, thick pulp from the tentacular head. Chen Ke kept stomping on the spot, the disgusting pulp splattering all over his shoe, making the floor slick and greasy.

"You creatures, can’t you be a bit more environmentally friendly even at death..." Chen Ke sighed. Fortunately, he wore a Florence suit; once recalled, it would become clean again.

An Helei’s armor transformed back into five orange diamonds, scattered in the blood plasma. Chen Ke frowned—it was filthy, damn it, disgustingly filthy. Still, he gritted his teeth and picked them up, wiping them on a nearby corpse before pocketing them.

"Five are armor; that leaves the Blasphemous Dagger and the Moonlight," Chen Ke muttered to himself as he followed the blood trail up to the third floor, deciding to take a look.

The contents of the armor were undisclosed—no information box was available. He feared it harbored some indescribable entity, unrecognized even by the life countdown. This was his first time witnessing Holy Relics being summoned by something else.

Upon reaching the third floor, where chaos prevailed, the servants’ bodies were piled in the corridor, their front and backs punctured horribly by sharp weapons, blood painting the floor. Their eyes remained open, having witnessed something truly terrifying before death.

Chen Ke ventured inside, noting a door ajar from which faint groans emerged, sounding like a man’s.

"Is anyone there?" Chen Ke called out tentatively.

"I... I... I’m here..." A man’s voice came from inside the door.

"Who are you?" Chen Ke firmly gripped his revolver, pressing against the side of the wall, aiming at the door.

"I... Howard... I’m... ill," moaned Sir Howard in agony.

"Baron Mox sent you several diamonds; can you explain why they transformed into armor?" Chen Ke inquired.

"You are... the Secret Keeper?" Howard countered.

"You know... a bit too much," Chen Ke responded.

The two conversed through the door, the atmosphere tinged with subtlety—Howard knew far more than Mox.

"Dean William... had said, in case of an emergency, the Secret Keeper would come to me..." Howard stated sporadically.

"Yes, exactly, I’ve come to find you," Chen Ke smoothly responded.

"Then... let me show you my current state... Secret Keeper!" Howard roared as a man dressed in a gentleman’s attire rushed out of the room.

His head had completely split open, his brain blossoming like a flower outside the skull. On the intricate brain fissures, crystal-clear energy crystals raced through the grooves; his two eyeballs, as large as apples, couldn’t fit into half of his head, dangling from extensible muscles and swinging on his cheeks.

Just one glance left Chen Ke feeling immensely suffocated, his eyes fiercely throbbing, followed abruptly by a blood spike piercing through his chest. Chen Ke grunted, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could react, four or five more blood spikes emerged from his chest, shredding his ribs and lungs to pieces.

Chen Ke didn’t need to breathe. Enduring the agony, he rushed downstairs staggeringly—sure enough, everyone in the house was killed by that pair of big eyes. One look caused blood to surge, followed by spikes growing inside the body, piercing the flesh to death.

Chen Ke, leaning against the wall and cursing loudly, rolled down the stairs, the blood spikes on his body slowly vanishing, leaving blood stains on him.

"Mago laobi... come on... fuck... I’ll kill you..." He lay at the foot of the stairs, holding a gun with his left hand and ready to summon the Spiritual Power Crystal Gun with his right. As soon as Howard rounded the corner, he would fire without hesitation.

"Toot toot toot!"

At that moment, a whistle sounded from outside—the security forces had arrived.

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