Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 648 - 646 Strange Species

"Yes, the Strange Species," Casol nodded and said to Muse, "The Strange Species I brought this time is very powerful, I guarantee it won’t be any weaker than the one we released in the Great Swamp before."

Muse’s brow furrowed slightly upon hearing this and said to Casol, "Nonsense! Why did you bring such a thing here? It’s troublesome, hard to control, and... with me here, it’s completely unnecessary."

Casol shrugged his shoulders. Despite his face being a bloody mess, he still managed to smile and said, "Don’t blame me, it wasn’t my request. I don’t have that power either. It was an order from Long Mei’er.

Long Mei’er said it was just to be safe. After all, Ji Burlen had already failed once, and you’ve just faced a setback. He is currently busy with matters on the Main Continent and can’t come to the East Coast, so he had to send me with a Strange Species.

That said, even if nothing goes wrong, the mere presence of the Strange Species, once released, could greatly accelerate our plan."

Muse narrowed his eyes, and after listening to Casol’s words, said slowly, "So, it was Long Mei’er’s decision, huh? Alright then. In that case, take me to see what kind of ugly monster it is. Don’t tell me that the Strange Species you brought is in a waking state."

"How could it be?!" Casol exclaimed, "It’s frozen."

"That’s good," Muse nodded and stepped forward along with Franklin and Casol, heading outside the hall.

...

Outside the hall, in a huge warehouse.

In the center of the warehouse floor, there lay a massive Stone Coffin, its surface covered in ice crystals, emitting a bone-chilling cold.

Casol pointed at the Stone Coffin and said to Muse, "It’s inside there."

"Hmm," Muse responded, stepping closer to the Stone Coffin, placing his hand on the lid, and with a strong push, slid the lid open halfway.

"Puff!"

A large cloud of white vapor billowed out of the Stone Coffin, rapidly freezing the moisture in the air into ice crystals.

Through the white vapor, a huge, motionless body appeared inside the Stone Coffin, yet even so, it emitted an oppressive aura, as if the enormous body could awaken at any moment and tear everything apart with brutal force.

"Strange Species," Muse peered inside and said slowly, lifting an eyebrow, "So it’s this type. I thought it might be an Alien Species or a Bloodthirsty Species from among the Strange Species. By the way, this type of Strange Species was just exterminated not long ago, right? Releasing it now seems a bit inappropriate, doesn’t it?"

"It may seem so," Casol replied, "but according to the plan, all those who see this Strange Species are meant to die, aren’t they? With that in mind, what’s there to worry about?"

"That’s true," Muse nodded and continued, "However, I will do my best to make sure the others die before they ever see this Strange Species. After all, the East Coast is currently my territory, not a playground for this Strange Species."

"Bang!"

With a push, Muse closed the Stone Coffin, turning to walk out of the warehouse, "Alright, let’s go."

"Uh, right."

Casol obediently followed, not daring to object.

...

Florence.

In a quiet alley, a spacious courtyard, and a lavishly decorated bedroom lay Sherlock sleeping on a sturdy bed.

Recently, Florence had been very chaotic with large groups of Soldiers assembling and then quickly departing, their destination unknown. This didn’t scare Sherlock much, but he was annoyed, missing the calm days of the past.

As a result, it took him a long time to fall asleep every night, and even then, he slept lightly, waking up at the slightest noise.

Then...

Lying in bed, Sherlock’s brows furrowed, he opened his eyes, awake once again.

This time, it wasn’t the dense footsteps outside or sudden combat and screams that woke him, but a rustling noise—unlike anything before.

What is this?

Sherlock cocked his head, listening intently and the rustling sounds grew louder, accompanied by a "squeak squeak squeak" coming from outside the room.

Sherlock frowned, glanced to the side, and slowly withdrew his arm from under the maid Lucia’s neck, put on a coat, got out of bed, and followed the sounds out of the room.

The noise grew louder and the "squeak squeak squeak" became more distinct, which brought back uncomfortable memories for Sherlock.

The sound seemed like...

"Swipe!"

Sherlock rolled up his sleeve and saw a faint scar on his wrist starting to redden, as if engorged with blood. At the same time, intense pain shot through his nerves.

"Ah—"

Sherlock cried out, rarely showing his teeth in anger, and stumbled forward, muttering under his breath, "Damn blue-skinned rats, bit me once and I never settled the score with you, tormented me for years without reckoning. I thought you’d settled down and I let you go, but you’re back again. This time I won’t let you get away, you’ll see! Let me tell you, I’ve learned thirty-one ways to turn rats into food, I’ll definitely catch you and stew you!"

"Bang!" As Sherlock staggered, he followed the sound and burst open the door of the storage room, spotting a blue shadow in the corner. The shadow was making a "squeak squeak squeak" noise while burrowing into the wall, as if trying to escape.

"Ha! Trying to run? Now that I’ve caught you, you’re dead!" Sherlock declared, swiftly pouncing forward.

Just as he was about to grasp it, his eyes widened in shock. He saw the shadow in the corner suddenly turn around, its body rapidly expanding to a size even larger than a lion’s, as it lunged to swallow him.

"No!" Sherlock exclaimed in horror.

...

"No!"

Sherlock screamed, sitting up from the bed in his bedroom, drenched in sweat, looking terrified.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

After catching his breath for a while, Sherlock calmed down, looked around, and assured himself it was just a dream.

Was it really just a dream?

Sherlock lifted his sleeve, and a scar just like the one in his dream was on his wrist, now slowly engorging with blood and causing unbearable pain.

Maid Lucia, sleeping next to Sherlock, woke up startled, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and asked, "Sha... Sherlock, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Uh... yes, I had a nightmare, sorry if I scared you. It’s nothing, go back to sleep," said Sherlock.

"Oh." Maid Lucia nodded and was about to lie down.

Just then, on the bedroom table, a Crystal Ball set on a wooden stand lit up, emitting a "buzzing" sound, and slowly turning a blood red, looking very ominous.

This!

Sherlock’s eyebrows shot up, quickly jumped out of bed, and placed his hand on the Crystal Ball.

Maid Lucia, now wide-awake, sat up to watch Sherlock.

After a while, Sherlock removed his hand from the Crystal Ball, looking somewhat pale as he said, "Lucia, it looks like we have to leave this place."

"Ah?" The maid was shocked and asked, "Sherlock, where are we going?"

"Where I came from," Sherlock said, sighing deeply, "the Main Continent."

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