Eroge: I can Travel To The Ancient World-Chapter 305: Soul String Worm

" Damn it! You almost stabbed me, asshole!"

" What? What the fuck do you mean? I clearly hit him!"

" Fuck! How this bastard is escaping my blows!"

The henchmen of Brother Biao were disoriented when the preacher rang the bell. They felt the number of their opponents had increased. But what’s even more absurd, no matter how much they tried, they couldn’t hit the guards of the Mist Brilliance at all.

It felt the same as hitting mirages. Once they hit, they feel nothing, and the opponent appears from somewhere else.

However, at that moment, Jia Hao’s shout rang in their minds. Suddenly, it felt like something crisp glass shattering, before all their disorientation and confusion faded.

" Attack them!"

" Fuck them up!"

A surge of anger and hate spread in their minds as they rushed forward like maddened beasts. The preacher was stunned when he saw the confusion wasn’t acting at all.

He hurriedly fanned the burning candles, trying to spread their scent even more. It was the main component that helps him to use the bell after all.

" Bastard! What have you done?! Why isn’t it working?"

" Who knows? Maybe it’s too weak to work?" Jia Hao’s hands were in his pockets as he walked swaggeringly to the stage.

As he jumped forward, he landed straight before the preacher, his hands still in the pocket. After all, one should always do drip check even in fighting.

*BAM! BAM! BAM!*

" Try getting up, you bastard! Try getting up now!"

Brother Biao’s eyes were filled with rage as he was sitting atop of the white guard’s chest, punching his face with fierce might. Blood smeared on his face, with few of his teeth already knocked out. It looked like Brother Biao would crack his skull in a few more hits.

" You see him? After him, he is coming towards you." Jia Hao teased the preacher.

" Yo-You... Wait! WAIT!"

The preacher suddenly shouted. " I....I surrender. Alright? You need to know that girl’s location, right? I will tell!"

Hearing about Zhao Ningyu, Brother Biao suddenly paused. Turning towards the preacher, he asked in a grave voice. " Tell me, where is she?!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

" Well, I didn’t know it would escalate to this." The preacher slowly raised both his hands. " She is in..."

Suddenly, he seemed to throw a small pouch. Within an instant, a burst of smoke appeared, with a strange smell spreading around.

" Hahaha! Got you all! How is that feeling, huh?!"

The preacher laughed as he saw Brother Biao trying to rush towards him. But the moment the smoke hit his face, his steps halted, and he to right on his face.

" Damn it! To think I had to use my precious Hypno Bomb in such a manner. I will get my revenge!"

" Fuck! Is that some fart bomb or what?!

The preacher’s heart chilled when he heard the words. Looking above, he saw Jia Hao standing as usual. The only change was the change in his expression, filled with disgust.

" Yo-You! Why aren’t you knocked out! You inhaled the smoke yet still remain standing!?"

" KHEEUKHH!"

Jia Hao choked the neck of the preacher and lifted him without any issue. The limbs of the preacher wiggled, a desperate measure to get out of the chokehold.

*BAMM!*

With a swing, Jia Hao threw him to the ground, slamming him to the ground. The preacher groaned in pain, yet didn’t forget to breathe a mouthful of air first.

" Now, let’s begin our little interrogation, alright?" Jia Hao squatted before him. He grabbed the preacher’s palm and twisted off his pinkie finger.

" ARRRGHH! MY-MY FINGER!"

" Relax, I was just giving you a first hand demonstration of consequences." Jia Hao shrugged. He was actually controlling his strength, else he might just rip out the preacher’s entire arm like a twig.

However, with his precise control, merely rolling his fingers dislocated the bones in the preacher’s finger.

" So, you understood my words, right?" Jia Hao smiled.

The preacher quivered in pain as he looked at Jia Hao with hate, but nodded.

" Very well, let’s begin."

Jia Hao rolled his fingers again, snapping two more fingers of the preacher like crinkle cut fries.

" ARRGHH! AHHHHHHH!"

The preacher felt his body zinging with pain, tears burst from his eyes as Jia Hao broke more fingers.

" WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" The preacher roared with rage. " YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK ME ANYTHING!"

" Ahh, my bad, brother." Jia Hao slapped his forehead. " I forgot that."

The preacher felt like coughing a mouthful of blood from anger and hate.

" I forgot to tell you that it’s a sided interrogation. I won’t be asking any questions, but your screams will be the answers." Jia Hao smiled brightly.

" N-No! NOOOOOO!"

Jia Hao placed his palm on the preacher’s chest and made a squeezing motion. Blood seeped from the preacher’s mouth as he felt all his internal organs were getting squeezed, and his ribcage shattering.

" Stop! STOP! I... I WILL TELL EVERYTHING!"

" Tell me everything, huh? Tell what?" Jia Hao looked at him. " That you stored Zhao Ningyu in the basement? Or that you are on the verge of creating the Soul Tring Worm and Spirit Elixir?"

The preacher’s eyes widened from shock and horror when Jia Hao listed out his secrets as trivial matters.

" H-HOW?!"

" Please die with suspense."

Jia Hao poked the forehead of the preacher with a chuckle. The preacher’s body trembled as blood started to come out of his orifices.

His Sage’s Divine Eyes felt a faint ripple in the space. Rather than space, it was the fabric of Astral Realm. Slowly, a claw appeared out of nowhere, trying to touch the body of the preacher.

The claw looked strange, like a monkey’s arm, but covered with deep blue fur, with biological cartilages around it like armor.

However, Jia Hao snorted, knowing what it was upto.

" Pot of Miracles! Absorb his soul!"

*ZIINGGG!*

A ray of light escaped from the forehead of the preacher, shooting straight towards Jia Hao. The claw slowly entered inside the preacher’s body and fumbled around. Suddenly, its search became frantic, as if it was stunned to find that the preacher had no soul.

Jia Hao could hear a faint growl, which wasn’t audible to mortal ear. He only chuckled and jumped back, creating some distance. The arm was pulled back, and he saw a giant eye peering through the crack.

However, barely a few seconds later, the eye vanished along with the crack. Jia Hao couldn’t help but sneer, " Is that the Supreme Soul they are praying to? Or that’s his minion?"

’ I guess this Supreme Soul is the one that I need to hunt for that entity.’

" Brother Biao, clean up everything here! I will go and find Zhao Ningyu."

Saying that, Jia Hao jumped and vanished into the hallway. Entering a room, he started to inspect the paintings hung over the wall.

Jia Hao paused and pressed a point on the frame of a painting. Suddenly, a hidden pathway suddenly appeared on the floor before him,

" And now...Finally."

Following the underground pathway, Jia Hao went straight to the center. He didn’t even bother and picked a few pebbles. Aiming before him, he shot them with his fingers like firing a gun.

*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*

Bloof splattered as three bodies fell. Within a blink of an eye, Jia Hao killed the three ritual priest gathered there. At the center of the hall was a glass orb. And inside the glass orb, one could see something wriggling.

The magic sigil at the dome of the building was connected to this room. The sigil drew out the energy of the devotee and gathered it here for consumption.

[ Ding! A large amount of energy is detected! Asking Host to absorb it into the Pot of Miracles?]

" Absorb."

Suddenly, the entire space trembled faintly, all the energy stored there turned into a whirlpool. Jia Hao’s eyes widened when he felt the surge of energy rushing towards him, absorbed by the Pot of Miracles.

[ Partial restoration completed. Host will soon get a reward]

’ Ohho? Look at this. Looks like today is really my lucky day.’ Jia Hao chuckled as he looked at the Soul String Worm inside the orb. Without thinking much, he kept the orb in his Pot of Miracles.

After that, he hurried to the hallway, where at least twelve people were imprisoned. He looked at one door and kicked it open.

*BANNG!*

The door shattered as he walked inside. Jia Hao saw a woman lying on the cold floor, her hands and ankles were chained. Hearing the loud noise, she stirred, slowly raising her disheveled hair to look at the newcomer.

Jia Hao walked to her and squatted. With a sweep of his hand, he broke the chains.

" Heyo, Miss Zhao. I come here to save you."

Holding her waist, Jia Hao lifted her like a princess, knowing she was unable to walk properly. Zhao Ningyu stirred as she finally looked at Jia Hao intently.

" Yo-You...You aren’t one of them..."

" Of course not." Jia Hao chuckled. " Brother Biao is just upstairs. Let’s leave first."

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It was already chaos outside. After the death of the preacher and the destruction of the magic sigil by Jia Hao, the spell on the devotees was broken. They looked around with shock and confusion.

Seeing littered dead bodies, the crowd went into panic mode and rushed outside.

Brother Biao got up as blood dripped from his fists. However, his expression turned ecstatic when he saw Jia Hao carrying Zhao Ningyu.

" Young Lady Zhao!"