Sylver Seeker

Chapter 223: Rock And Hard Place(2/2)

Half of the group ignored it and jumped off the platform they had been standing on and began to fight the guards that had jumped up to them, while the other half turned their heads in an attempt to find the source of the scream.

Sylver spread his vision out and watched the battle going on behind him with one eye, while he looked at the spot he was going to land with the other, and raised an eyebrow as a man in the distance kept trying to pull a lever of some sort, but seemed increasingly panicked with every failed attempt.

Sylver used [Fog Form] to make the arrow flying towards him, fly through him, as he moved his body down towards the ground. He didnt see it, but he heard the unmistakable sound of an arrowhead piercing flesh up above him, as he landed on one of the roofs.

Sylver flicked his hand and produced Foburs tracker, while he leaned his head to the left, and a throwing knife harmlessly flew by him. He kept one eye on the tracker and kept the other on the man who had thrown the aforementioned knife.

He was young, just barely above 20, and was armed with a U-shaped instrument in his left hand, and a handful of throwing knives in his right.

Walk away, Sylver offered the young man.

For a moment he thought the boy was considering his words.

But, as the young man lifted his arm, and a dagger appeared in Sylvers forehead, he understood that his words had fallen on deaf ears. Sylvers decoy flicked its head back and made a show of shuddering, before it gradually fell over, as the real Sylver materialized on the street below, and consulted his Fobur tracker.

The houses were being used as holding cells, if the confused woman in the house Sylver had been standing on a moment prior was to be believed. She had a pair of shackles that connected to a collar on her neck, that had a short chain attached to something on the floor.

The boy above realized something was wrong when he went to decapitate the decoy, and instead of the masked head rolling away from the body, the whole thing instead disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Sylver flinched as the wave of Ki brushed against his body, and as the boy disappeared, so did Sylver.

This deep underground there was very little airflow, Sylvers fog spread out unimpeded, save for the odd clashing of swords that created a small wave of compressed air.

With the vast majority of guards focusing on the significantly flashier cultivators above, Sylver almost didnt need to bother with illusions and decoys.

More importantly, some of the holding cells were opening, and the people who had been sitting inside them were coming out. The guards still outnumbered them, by a lot, but with every passing moment, their numerical advantage became less and less significant.

Granted, not all of the released prisoners joined in on the fighting, a couple went as far as to hold their doors closed, but there were enough to make the 200 something guards struggle to keep track of everyone.

Amidst the chaos, the necromancer slowly moving from one hiding spot to the next, was just short of ignored. A couple of guards found him, tried to attack him, but by the time they realized there was something weird with the robe-wearing corpse, Sylver was long gone.

In the background people who had allegedly been tortured for years yelled in joy, as they wretched their captors' weapons out of their hands and proceeded to murder their way through any guard unfortunate enough to get within reach.

Sylver waited a second before he used [Fog Form] again. Using the perk in quick bursts was uncomfortable, and Sylver needed to have a solid form to see which direction Foburs tracker was pointing.

There werent any signs on any of the houses/holding cells as to who was inside and to make matters worse, not all of the prisoners were fighting the guards. A couple were indiscriminately attacking their allies and saviors.

Sylver lost his footing as he clutched at his chest and turned his head towards the source of the discomfort. It felt as if there was a thick rope wrapped around his insides.

A woman with blood-red eyes and arms that looked like they had been dipped in tar was pointing at Sylver with her right hand as if she was trying to grab something. She turned her hand clockwise and Sylver felt one of his hearts mimic the motion.

The woman spoke with a lisp, likely due to her forked tongue.

Itss been a while ssince I-

[Human/??? (Bloodied Demonic Crawler) Defeated!]

The combined Dai and Sho shade nearly fell over from the lack of resistance.

It had used all 4 of its massive blades to squash the demonic cultivator, and due to her lack of a Ki shield, she had been reduced to a splattering of black and red.

Even though the cunt hadnt completely torn Sylvers heart out, she had bruised a handful of arteries from the twisting.

Of course Fobur is in a prison filled with demonic cultivators, why wouldnt he be? Sylver asked himself with a tired sigh, as he forced his heart back into position, and continued traveling through his rather large cloud of fog.

Now that there were actual threats mixed into the chaos, Sylver had to make an educated guess as to who was a torture victim, and who was a demonic cultivator that could bypass Sylvers magical defenses.

As a person composed mostly out of negative mana, demonic cultivators could seriously fuck Sylver up.

They were even worse than priests.

Priests were predictable, they used magic, and even if there was a bit of variation, the result was always the same beam of scalding holy magic.

Demonic cultivators, on the other hand, were like their name implied and had the kind of random and nonsensical magic/techniques demons possessed.

Going by the name of the womans class, and the fact that she targeted Sylvers heart, she had some sort of blood-related technique.

Now, a reasonable person would say the sludge running through Sylvers body isnt even remotely close to human blood, and they would be 100% right, however.

Demons, and by extension anyone associated with them, cared more about concepts, than reality. Conceptually, the liquid Sylvers hearts were slowly forcing through his body, was blood.

Even if the reality was that it was significantly closer to embalming fluid than human, or animal, blood.

Sylver flinched and traveled through his network of fog, as a man appeared a couple of meters away from him.

The last thing he needed right now was to meet someone with a soul-related demonic cultivation. He should be fine, his current body was built specifically with strengthening his soul in mind, but even with that, there was very little to be gained by fighting a demonic cultivator capable of slicing souls, and potentially a lot to lose.

They didnt even leave behind good corpses.

Demonic energy wasnt like negative mana, it didnt take off its shoes as it entered, didnt respect boundaries, demonic energy was a lot like allowing a shit-covered mongrel into your home.

And when the aforementioned mongrel started to shake its body, people had the gall to act surprised when their ceiling, walls, and floor ended up being caked in excrement.

How could I have possibly known? a sorcerer caught summoning an army of imps would say, right before one of Sylvers shades vaporized him from existence.

The answer was of course priests.

They told anyone who would listen dont summon mother fucking demons you stupid fucking idiots, they made songs, limericks, told stories, priests went out of their way to inform anyone, and everyone, about the dangers of demons.

The fact that they were people actively working against demons, and everything demon-related, was one of the few reasons Sylver never made a serious effort of eradicating priests from the world.

Like a beaten dog, Sylver scuttled away into his fog and reappeared a fair distance away from the man who had landed near him.

Demons were unpredictable. All the power related bullshit aside, the fact that Sylver didnt know if someone was about to make his skin strangle him, or if they were going to make the air in his lungs tear him apart, meant he couldnt prepare for the attack and was as good as defenseless.

Sylver checked Foburs tracker, more out of reflex than anything deliberate, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Fobur was very close by. Sylver got a rough idea of the distance by moving the tracker back and forth.

As he materialized near the house that held Fobur, he felt like screaming.

Because his [Dead Dominion] perk told him the last thing he wanted to hear, once he realized he was in a giant cave littered with demonic cultivators.

Sylver walked through the broken-down door, and then stood there for a few seconds, staring at the corpse, while he ran his hands through his hair.

Is he dead? Ria asked as Sylver gestured at the blue-lipped man.

His collar and shackles had fallen off, but they didnt fall very far, since he had a giant bruise all around his neck, from when someone had strangled him to death.

Going by the color of his eyes, and the cold piss that had soaked his pants, hes been dead for a while. Maybe an hour before we got here, Sylver explained, as he made the corpse float over to him, and turned it around in the air once before he stored it away in his [Bound Bones] storage.

Sylver gave himself a moment to gather his thoughts, and his brief moment of peaceful thinking was interrupted by a staggering amount of Ki. He ran out of the building he had been standing in and saw two people fighting near the stalactite-covered ceiling.

One fighter was using a hook and rope to swing from place to place, while the other seemed to be using a floating sword. As the two fighters clashed blades, Sylver retreated into the house, so the wave of Ki wasnt direct, but even as the dense bit of energy bounced off the floor and collided with Sylvers mana shield, and layered soul barrier, it still made the tips of his fingers feel tingly.

Sylver looked up a final time, as he waited for his fog to reach the exit and was taken aback by what he saw. Up near the base of the stalactites, large unmarked urns were wedged between the angled stone cones.

More importantly, there was a bright red string connecting one urn to the next, and as Sylver followed the string, he saw more and more urns scattered on the ceiling.

Sylver looked around the chaotic battles happening left and right. He honestly couldnt tell who was on who's side, and more importantly, the people that were on his side were also on the side of demonic cultivators.

There had been times when Sylver had to make difficult choices but this wasnt one of them.

He wasnt going to pretend the people dying here today, the invaders and guards alike, would be happy with what he was about to do.

But at the same time, he didnt particularly care about the opinions and feelings of people who were trying to release demonic cultivators, and people who were keeping demonic cultivators captive.

On the other hand, this area is far enough away from Arda that its not really my problem Not to mention having the emperor and the various sects busy dealing with demonic cultivators will mean they will have less manpower to spend on me.

Sylver went back inside Foburs holding cell/house and knelt near the shackles. The carvings looked like random squiggle lines to Sylvers eye, but since they had been holding demonic cultivators down here surely that meant that these cuffs were enchanted to restrict demonic Ki?

Or something along those lines.

Clearly, these people knew what they were doing.

Granted, Fobur wasnt a demonic cultivator, and it was weird that he was down here, but Sylver was certain there was a good explanation for that.

His best guess was that this cave/underground city was treated as a throw away the key, sort of prison. Again, weird that they didnt just kill everyone, but once again, Sylver was sure there was a good reason for that.

In hindsight, Sylver should have done all of this thinking while moving towards the exit.

But how could he have possibly known that these peoples first move had been to bury everyone in rubble?

At the exact moment Sylver decided to just leave, without setting off any explosions, the boy who had been trying to pull the lever since the very start, that Sylver now knew was connected to the giant network of explosives up above, got lucky and triggered the previously inactive mechanism.

There was an initial sound that passed through the cave with an echoing pop.

Think cork being pushed out of a bottle of champagne pop.

Following that ever so faint sound was a silence so dead it almost hurt Sylvers ears. Everyone who had been occupied with a life-or-death battle, put it on hold, as their sixth sense informed them of what was to come.

FOR THE EMPEROR! the guards screeched collectively, with a bit too much harmonization.

As if these suicidal maniacs had practiced their death cries until they got them perfect.

Predictably, the only entrance/exit out of this place was gone.

Or rather, an impassable block of solid rock had fallen out of the ceiling and blocked the relatively small exit.

Now, Sylver could make a hole using abyss magic, which he could then squeeze through using [Fog Form], but first, he would have to survive a literal mountain falling on him. He didnt know exactly how deep underground they were and didnt want to know, but his most optimistic guess was that they were really fucking deep.

But again, thanks to [Fog Form] it wasnt too big of a problem, and with Sylvers indestructible ribcage, worst case scenario he would lose a couple of limbs. He would be buried deep deep underground, but a mixture of abyss magic, and [Fog Form] was all that stood between him and the surface.

But the important thing was, Hound wasnt nervous. His body language implied that he was laughing, which meant that he had a plan, and a way out, and-

There was a very brief sputtering of grey smoke in the spot Hound had been standing, as he teleported himself somewhere safe.

Sylver reached up underneath his mask and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, as he gathered his thoughts, and tried to find a way to leave this future burial site filled with suicidal guards, and slightly more dangerous crazed demonic cultivators, without having his soul torn up in the process.

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