Hunter of Mysterious Creature-Chapter 433 - 61: Schemes (2)

"Then can you beat her?" Jiang Yu asked nervously, "Lilith’s magical abilities seem very powerful..."

"Well, if it were Lilith with a full mana bar, it might be a bit troublesome," Sun Hang nodded, "but now... she probably can’t even conjure a small Fireball."

"Could it be that because of the earlier battles, she recklessly used her powers and exhausted them prematurely?" Ling Xiao furrowed his brows, showing a hint of contemplation, "This... shouldn’t just be good luck on our part, right?"

"Of course not." Sun Hang shook his head, "The red-haired witch is a seasoned veteran Hunter, she definitely knows how to fight to maximize every bit of her mana, and her judgment of the battlefield situation and direction is not something you rookies can match... The only explanation is that Lilith’s original self-awareness hasn’t been completely erased; she intentionally guided ’herself’ to waste mana recklessly, just so you could have a slightly easier time facing her in the end... Tsk, good people live in peace."

After speaking, Sun Hang slightly bowed to the "Lilith" standing behind the sofa.

"...Then, do we still have a chance to save her?" Jiang Yu asked.

"No, that’s the last thing she did... After this anomaly’s memory sync, the last trace of Lilith’s personality imprint has been completely wiped," Sun Hang said, "What we’re seeing now is just an empty shell containing some filthy stuff."

"Dammit! Damn it all!!" The anomaly possessing Lilith’s body roared in anger, "How could this happen... Why! I’m not reconciled! I’m not reconciled! You should all die! All of you should die!!"

"Is this what they call impotent rage?" Sun Hang said amusedly as he looked at the other, "How does it feel to be outsmarted?"

"Hehe... hehehe..." The anomaly that was roaring a second ago suddenly quieted down and began to let out a chilling laugh, "Don’t think... removing me... means you can survive... My... mission... is already complete... Your arrival to me... is just a... pleasant surprise..."

"Still so stubborn, still so stubborn..." Sun Hang shook his head repeatedly, "Are all you anomalies so obsessed with saving face?"

"I really want you to die here... but you being alive, perhaps is an even better message..." The anomaly knelt down, black blood beginning to flow from its seven orifices, "Just wait... not long after, I will..."

The words remained unfinished as its entire body turned into a pool of black pus, which was quickly absorbed clean by the fleshy membrane on the floor.

"Is it dead?" Jiang Yu and Ling Xiao asked in unison.

"Dead, but that was just a shadow," Sun Hang said.

"A shadow... of Chimera 17?" Jiang Yu asked again.

"Probably, besides that thing, I can’t think of anyone else who hates me so much... Damn it, really baffling."

"Why would the anomaly hate you?" Ling Xiao asked, "According to the records, if it has someone to hate, it should be Night Slayer instead."

"I don’t know either, maybe I killed its entire family in my past life?" Sun Hang glanced around, then continued, "I’m afraid it’s not over yet, don’t let your guard down."

"Are there other anomalies here?" Hearing Sun Hang say this, Jiang Yu immediately tensed up again.

"Other anomalies aren’t the main concern, the key is that the inner world hasn’t collapsed with its death... This implies there is another BOSS in this layer." Sun Hang glanced at the fleshy membranes covering the room, the black pus transformed from "Lilith" after death was absorbed by these membranes, which means...

"This factory is the BOSS of this layer’s inner world," Sun Hang said.

"Look! Over there!" Jiang Yu pointed, and they saw numerous bulges emerge on the dome’s flesh membrane within a few seconds, then these bulges burst, and all kinds of weird-shaped anomalies fell out, rushing towards the meeting room.

"You two take care of yourselves, I’ll handle these things," Sun Hang said nonchalantly.

He felt no particular joy for the anomalies that came to him.

Because he discovered something somewhat depressing—any memes he absorbed within this inner world would vanish the moment he left, turning into mere illusions.

Though it’s unclear why, when Sun Hang entered this layer’s inner world, the powers he absorbed in the previous layer began to dissipate—they were like water slipping through fingers, no matter how tightly Sun Hang clenched his fist, he couldn’t keep them.

The charred corpse powers in the first layer’s inner world were too weak, and Sun Hang didn’t pay them much attention when they dissipated, but in the second layer, Sun Hang had absorbed a considerable amount of anomaly memes—even if he described these memes as of poor quality, just street junk, quantity can lead to qualitative changes, especially those things that jumped out from the Eternal Freeze Coffin, their meme quality is not considered low.

Sun Hang’s mana bar had visibly grown a lot, acquiring all sorts of chaotic abilities.

But now, that growth in the mana bar was shrinking back, and the acquired abilities were gradually fading from his mind...

He could still use those abilities, but only by simulating them "as you wish"—every use consumed immense amounts of mana, with a disgustingly low cost-performance ratio.

"I can help you!" Jiang Yu said, holding his hunting knife horizontally in front of him, gritting his teeth.

"The best way you can help me is by taking care of yourselves," Sun Hang said, "Also, since Ling Xiao, you have an abnormal perception of time and space, pay more attention to the surroundings and look for where the spatial anomalies might be... maybe that’s the exit."

"It’s right here," Ling Xiao suddenly said.

"What?"

"This space has anomalies," Ling Xiao said.

"But we’re standing right here, yet we’re not leaving the inner world?" Jiang Yu asked puzzled.

Several Fungus Puppets rushed up, blocking the approaching anomalies, while Sun Hang himself returned inside the meeting room, looked around up and down, left and right, and then fixed his gaze on the still-playing record player.

The record player didn’t have a battery, it must be plugged in to work, but now its plug was hanging down the side of the coffee table, not plugged into an outlet.

Of course, the outlets in this room had long been covered by the fleshy membranes, so there was no place to plug it in anyway.

"There’s something wrong with the record player," Sun Hang murmured to himself, "but I only know there’s something wrong with it, not what the issue is."

"Then there’s only one way," Sun Hang continued, "Since it has a problem, just smash it."

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, a hammer made of liquid metal smashed the record player to pieces.

Afterwards, Sun Hang felt as if some kind of confinement around him had been lifted, even the slightly stagnant air became smooth.

The flesh membranes in the meeting room disappeared, those anomalies flooding in also vanished.

Wu Zhiyuan sat on the sofa, head hanging between his knees, already breathless.

Lilith’s corpse lay behind the sofa, face peaceful, with a hint of a satisfied smile at having succeeded.

The shattered remains of the record player sat on the coffee table—this was the only thing in the entire scene that hadn’t changed.

A big hole was gouged out in one wall of the meeting room, blazing searchlight beams shot in, and the sound of drone rotors was clearly audible.

Several field operatives in special uniforms fixed themselves with ropes, feet on the outer wall, holding tools in their hands for cutting, exchanging glances with Sun Hang and the others.

"Looks like we’re back," Sun Hang said.