“Of course!”
Guss’s rugged face twisted into a smirk, looking as if he were fishing for a compliment.
He nodded and made a casting gesture with his fingers.
“Not only that, but I also took the liberty of casting an 【Isolation Spell】 for you.”
The demon’s voice held a hint of pride.
“That human scum won't be finding it anytime soon.”
Hearing this, a look of genuine relief finally appeared on Elias’s pale face.
He let out a long, heavy sigh.
Those three soul coins were worth every damn cent!
Just a few hours ago...
The moment Elias returned to the battlefield from outside the cemetery.
He had sent a secret command to the fighting Guss via Mental Message.
“Catch this in a moment!”
Then, while he was drawing the mountain of flesh’s attention and getting hit by the Mark of Sin.
Just after he barely dodged the Electric Claw and desperately climbed back onto the creature’s arm.
And right before he ordered Guss to lead the alchemy puppets toward the meat mountain.
He had accurately tossed a small, inconspicuous object toward the demon.
The link charm.
Back when he was formulating the plan to use Finn’s corpse inside the meat mountain, combined with charms and thunderclap bullets to blow it up from within.
Elias had left himself a way out.
One could never be too careful, especially when dealing with a top-tier schemer from Wayland Capital.
After all, no one in this world had ever truly tanked ten stacks of Soul Screams head-on.
Even with his dual-soul constitution, he hadn't been absolutely certain he could remain conscious.
To prevent himself from falling into a coma due to the backlash—leading to his current state.
Elias had told Guss to find any opportunity to slap that link charm onto Luke.
Now it seemed that the wage-earning demon’s professional skills were quite formidable.
At this moment.
Luke, fleeing in panic through the night, was completely unaware of the thin metal plate stuck to the inner hem of his coat.
Even though he was suspicious by nature.
And even though he had used several divination rituals along the way to help clear his spiritual traces.
Under the cover of the 【Isolation Spell】.
It was all a waste of effort.
...
“Then let’s go?”
Elias gritted his teeth, enduring the agonizing pain deep in his soul as he urged the demon.
Delay would only invite trouble.
As long as Luke hadn't escaped the borders of Hope County yet.
He could still sense the specific location of the link charm through the spiritual connection.
They had to move fast.
“In which direction?”
Guss didn't agree to set off immediately. Instead, he stood his ground and asked a seemingly unrelated question.
Elias was a bit dazed.
He closed his eyes, struggling to mobilize a sliver of spirituality.
Then he raised a trembling finger and pointed toward the southeastern night sky.
“About five kilometers away.”
“Still moving.”
Guss glanced in the direction he pointed and nodded.
Then.
The demon suddenly bent down.
His large hand reached out, much like picking a cabbage at a market.
He scooped Elias up, plucking him right off the blanket on the ground!
Then he tucked him under his arm.
“Hey, hey, hey!”
The sudden feeling of weightlessness almost made Elias bite his tongue.
Though the spiritual pain made him grimace.
At this moment, his social death was clearly more painful!
“Guss, what is the meaning of this?!”
Elias struggled like a clamped-up sack, flailing his arms and legs.
“I can walk myself!”
“Put me down!”
“Hiss—ow, ow, ow!”
Guss didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to his impotent fury.
The demon said nothing, simply carrying him under his arm with his long legs as he strode out of the camp.
As they passed through the medical area.
The Life Scholars moving to and fro in the camp all stopped in their tracks.
Row after row of stunned, strange looks were cast simultaneously in their direction.
Elias wished he could use his toes to dig out an entire Landon City in the frozen soil and hide in it.
Just let the world end.
Quickly.
Fortunately, Guss had a large stride and reached a deserted patch of wasteland outside the camp in just a few steps.
The demon stopped.
He freed his spare hand and waved it casually at the empty air in front of him.
A crimson spirit world rift appeared in mid-air without warning!
Deep within the rift, heart-palpitating chaotic energy surged.
“Holy crap?!”
Elias’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head in shock.
Spirit World travel?!
This big guy was going to take a shortcut through the Spirit World to hunt down Luke!
The embarrassment of being stared at like a bundle just now was instantly thrown to the back of his mind.
If he could get a free teleportation, who cared about dignity!
As Guss stepped forward and crossed the crimson rift.
Elias felt a chill run through his body.
He felt as if he had passed through something like a water membrane.
There was no sense of gravity or air resistance.
Immediately, what came into view was a bizarre and kaleidoscopic world.
The Spirit World.
First, the base color here was absolute darkness, deeper than a starless night sky.
But the strange thing was.
Various colorful glimmers radiated from all directions within this endless space.
It looked like a neon paint palette had been knocked over.
Groups of strange, eerie creatures floated around.
They trailed long tentacles, their translucent bodies expanding and contracting.
It was as if the transparent plankton of the deep sea had been forcibly enlarged ten thousand times.
Most of these creatures wandered aimlessly, faint spiritual light emanating from their bodies.
Looking further into the distance.
Elias couldn't help but catch his breath.
He saw dream bubbles.
This was also the first time since his reincarnation that he had seen the true appearance of dream bubbles so directly.
They floated in the void, varying in size.
They looked like frosted glass spheres with rough surfaces.
He couldn't see whose dreams were playing out inside; he could only vaguely see shifting colors and distorted light and shadow.
However, this mysterious spectacle didn't last long.
Soon, Elias saw some creatures that made him very unhappy.
Dream demons.
The culprits who had triggered that damn curse on him!
Between those massive dream bubbles.
Groups of dream demons were clinging to the surfaces.
They were feeding on the spirituality leaking out from the dream bubbles.
Fortunately, travel through the Spirit World was incredibly fast.
Physical distance was infinitely folded here.
Just as Elias was tempted to cast a spell and kill a few dream demons to vent his anger.
Another rift appeared.
The demon, carrying him, stepped through.
The temperature dropped sharply, and fresh air with the scent of damp earth instantly filled his lungs.
They had directly crossed the five-kilometer distance, performing a precision drop.
They landed.
This was a desolate forest located in the western outskirts.
The surroundings were silent, save for the rustling of the cold wind through the leaves.
Elias quickly looked up and forward.
However.
He didn't see Ms. Cecil and her team conducting an interception as expected.
Instead, he only saw a single figure sprinting toward them.
Luke.
The two parties collided head-on on the forest path without any warning.
What was even more comical was.
This arrogant undercover agent with countless trump cards was actually all alone now.
There wasn't even a single component of those alchemy puppets he was so proud of to be seen.
He was a one-man army, literally.
Luke clearly hadn't expected to run into these two banes of his existence here.
He slammed on the brakes.
His boots carved a deep muddy trench through the fallen leaves, and he nearly lost his balance and fell flat on his face.
He stabilized himself, but when he saw the ridiculous posture of the two people blocking the middle of the road.
The panic in the depths of Luke’s eyes instantly vanished.
He stood in place, his lips slowly curling into a mocking sneer.
“Oh?”
“Quite the look you've got there, isn't it?”
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