Cultural Invasion In Different World

Chapter 125

Translator: Yang_Wenli Editor: Yang_Wenli

Undead... why would such a high level undead appear here?

The dark elf resisted the pain coming from her head and tried her hardest to stay conscious.

After she confirmed that her arrows killed the two inquisitors, she turned her eyes to the Soulstealer floating in midair.

A Soulstealer was not an undead one could casually encounter in underground tombs. Instead, Soulstealers were extremely powerful undeads that only had the potential to be born in battlefields with casualties numbering in the tens of thousands.

The Soulstealer slowly turned his head around. The soulfire moving in his eyes made the dark elf feel like someone had grabbed her heart.

The dark elf had no intention of fighting against that dangerous undead. She had prepared herself to escape. The Soulstealer extended his finger, a finger more than twice the length of a human finger, and pointed toward a direction.

Hotel Black Dove lies in the direction he pointed to. Confusion emerged in the dark elf’s heart. But, soon, the Soulstealer disappeared before her.

This undead... exactly what is...

The dark elf was about to ponder about the Soulstealer when a miserable pain assailed her head.

She fell to the ground and grabbed her head. The muttering voice of an unknown creature was echoing beside her ear. Apart from that, she could hear the sound of something sticky moving about.

Even her vision had changed. From the shadows, she could see some sort of enormous creature, so enormous that one felt despair, opening its eyes.

An illusion!

As the dark elf has worked for the Heresy Tribunal before, she knew how terrifying the illusion that appeared before her eyes was.

She resisted the intense pain in her head and changed her form to a crow and flew into the sky. She began flying toward the closest shelter in the Squirrel Street, hotel Black Dove.

When she saw the light coming out from a window on hotel Black Dove’s second floor, her consciousness began to fade again.

Because of that, she lost her balance and, still in the form of a crow, collided into the window, shattering it. Then, she tumbled onto the floor and returned to her elf appearance.

“Thousand Faces... what happened?”

Hotel Black Dove’s manager just so happened to be cleaning the second floor. When he saw the dark elf shattering through the window and colliding into the wall on the other side of the hallway, Pluk immediately dropped the broom he was holding and rushed over to the dark elf.

Never has he ever seen the dark elf in such a sorry state before.

Ever since she appeared on Squirrel Street, the power hierarchy of Squirrel Street’s underground organizations shifted completely.

She spent only a couple days and managed to gain absolute control over Black Dove...

But now, she appeared like a seriously ill person on the verge of dying. She was on the ground and gasping for air.

“F-flower...”

Her voice sounded urgent and even irritable... She was gnashing on her teeth and fighting against the illusion continuously appearing before her.

“Bring all the flowers in the hotel over here!”

Pluk realized the seriousness of the matter. He immediately got up and began searching for all the usable flowers in the hotel.

After a couple minutes, Pluk returned to the dark elf with several bunches of flowers.

As those flowers were only ornaments in the hotel, they were not especially fresh.

The dark elf’s line of sight turned to those multi-colored flowers. The faint aroma from the flowers made her feel a slight amount of joy. That feeling of joy helped her disperse a bit of the frantic thoughts going through her mind.

But, it was far from enough... those flower bunches were simply unable to shift her attention, not enough to awaken the other feelings in her heart and help her defeat those muttering voices in her mind.

If this was to continue, her mind will eventually be devoured by those crazy voices and she will lose all senses of reasoning.

She must quickly find something capable of bringing her rapid joy.

But, finding a garden filled with fresh flowers in bloom would be simply impossible in a place like the Squirrel Street. But then, what about money?

The illusion she was seeing transformed again. She was seeing the entire hotel burning in flames. Furthermore, she could hear some familiar voices by her ears.

Those were the voices from the dark elf race she belonged to, the anguished walings of her relatives.

The illusion of her relatives dying completely infuriated her. To vent her anger, she began to punch the wall behind her...

The illusionary flames did not bring her any heat. Instead, her body temperature was gradually dropping. That cold aura was gushing out from all over her body.

Soon, a ray of light appeared in her vision. That light dispersed the illusion in her mind.

“Hold yourself together. I don’t wish for my future television station’s chief correspondent to lose her mind in a place like this.”

Correspondent? The dark elf felt like she had heard that strange vocabulary somewhere before. At least, some focus returned to her eyes. She saw Joshua. He was half kneeling before her.

“You...”

“Before you voice any complaint, tell me how to stabilize your body and mind.”

Joshua was staying in hotel Black Dove to process the film recordings they made during the day. While staying here, he had his summoned undeads patrol the Squirrel Street.

Just a while ago, the Soulstealer Joshua summoned completed his mission and returned to the Duke of Bones’ domain.

Four Day Banshees were floating around the dark elf. They were those four camerawomen.

Milky white lights were present in the hands of the four Day Banshees. The light was shining on the dark elf on the ground.

Ever since these demonesses let go of their past resentment and turned over a new leaf, they’ve evolved into a special sort of solar power pack.

During the day, they will bask themselves in the sunlight and absorb the energies from the sun. WIth the sun’s energy, they were able to maintain their existences.

At night, if needed, they were able to discharge their stored light and warmth...

Unfortunately, Joshua was not a scientist. He doesn’t understand what the principles behind their ability was. Besides, even if he was a scientist, he would likely also have to be a necromancer to be able to clearly understand the physiology of the Day Banshees.

With the help from the Day Banshees, the dark elf’s consciousness finally started sobering up.

“You elves shouldn’t have some sort of setting where you’ll recover blood by eating flowers, right? I mean, can your injuries be treated with plants?”

Joshua picked up a half-wilted flower from the ground. Joshua saw how Pluk was searching for flowers all over the hotel earlier.

He only discovered this half-dead dark elf lying on the ground when he followed Pluk to the second floor.

“There’s nothing wrong with my body... I needed something interesting, something... that can spark joy in my heart.”

The dark elf braced herself and tried to forcibly stand up. But, she failed to do so. The sunlight was only able to make her feel slightly better. But, it was unable to disperse the chaotic muttering voices in her mind.

In despair, she made a request. That said, she did not possess any hope in Joshua being able to help her.

After all, it has been years since she felt something to be amusing.

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