Chapter 127 - Frenzied Noise (2/2)

Goosebumps instantly formed on Amber’s skin. Due to the curtain of the night, her shadow power was now enhanced, and her vision was transforming toward the direction of the ‘extraordinary’. Things that she neglected during daylight had suddenly entered her vision.

The half-elf young lady was so frightened that she nearly exclaimed… Before she could so, Gawain had already covered her mouth.

“I saw it too,” Gawain whispered.

In the courtyard, under the lush and thriving plants, in between those roots and vines, there were things.

The closest shrub that swayed in the night wind had revealed a pale hand within the roots. That hand was buried in the soil and was spasming slightly.

The weed at the side exposed half a face that was buried, and the eye of that face was half-closed and half-opened. The utterly chapped lips were still opening and closing.

There was a half-dead oak at the side of the path that had a swell at the roots. The shape of this swelling resembled a head, and a pair of eyes could be seen in between the tree bark. The swelling was dry, yellowish, and rigid, just like the half-dead oak.

The entire courtyard’s plants had buried human body parts, and the owners of those body parts were obviously still alive!

“In the name of the God of War!” Sir Philip suppressed his voice and exclaimed softly, “What kind of demented activity is this?!”

Amber took two deep breaths and peeled off Gawain’s hand before asking in a soft and terrified voice, “These people… Are they still alive or dead?!”

“Most of them should still be considered alive. But it is hard to say how long they will continue to live.” Pittman clenched the spellcasting seeds in his hand. “No wonder we didn’t see any guards or attendants… They are all buried in the central courtyard!”

“Be extra careful not to touch those plants.” The old druid added another statement, “They are the eyes of the evil cult follower!”

“Why did the evil cult follower bury these people here for?” Amber endured the disgust and frowned while asking, “Are they extracting their life energy?”

“…I’m afraid not.” Pittman shook his head and said, “The extraction of life energy doesn’t need such a troublesome ritual. The evil cult follower controlled these people in a half-alive and half-dead state. Furthermore, he is maintaining their dazed consciousness… I suspect he is extracting these people’s thoughts.”

“Extracting thoughts?!” Amber was alarmed as she asked, “Are the Oblivion Association capable of this?!”

“If they were dealing with people with extraordinary powers, it definitely wouldn’t be so easy. But these are ordinary people who don’t have any resistance against abilities.” Pittman sighed before saying, “From the looks of it, that evil cult follower doesn’t just want to kill these people. He has an objective, and he is gathering information…”

As they were talking, they had already walked, with extreme caution, across the courtyard filled with frenzied plants. They arrived at the door of the castle’s main lobby. In front of them was a large oak door that was engraved with the Leslie Clan’s crest.

The crest seemed to be flowing with fresh blood and had a dark red glow.

Gawain didn’t directly use his hand to touch that obviously abnormal door. Instead, he used the Sword of Pioneers to push the door open slowly and silently. Subsequently, he stepped inside with 120% vigilance.

The instant he stepped across the door, an extremely unbearable noise suddenly swept over from an unknown source!

It felt like ten thousand different voices were blasting at his ears, like ten thousand individuals yelling at the same time, like ten thousand chaotic musical instruments performing at the same time, or like two drunk Ambers rambling by his ears…

Gawain felt that his body had rusted as it was particularly difficult to even turn his head. He had quickly noticed that the noise didn’t come from outside; it was coming from his mind. While that noise was trying to drive him insane, Gawain could see the castle hallway with the dark red carpet suddenly extending in front of his eyes. The walls that were hung with portraits of the generations of Leslie Clan’s ancestors were rapidly getting further without limits. Everything in the surrounding had suddenly turned expansive, and a dark starry sky had replaced the scene within the castle.

Those chaotic noises had finally fused into a clear and discernable voice, and it was constantly howling, “Oblivion is going to be extinct! Oblivion is going to be extinct! Oblivion is going to be extinct!”

Gawain might be enveloped by the noises and illusion, but he realized that his thoughts were actually abnormally clear. The intelligible howlings continued, and his mind had involuntarily produced a rather clear thought. “That’s right. Because of the increase in entropy… What is going on?”

“Oblivion is going to be…”

Before Gawain could react to what was going on, the frenzied noise and illusion of the dark starry sky suddenly vanished like a puff of smoke.