bookandnovel Chapter 202 Scream
Chapter 202 Scream
Chapter 202 Scream
The roots of the mandrake were suddenly pulled out along with the soil!
The moment it detached from the soil, its anthropomorphic roots suddenly contracted, followed by a loud "Whoa—!!!"
A terrifying sound wave, visible to the naked eye and distorting the air, mixed with a shriek powerful enough to tear eardrums and shatter minds, exploded wildly in all directions like a real tsunami!
Inside the alchemy chamber, the soundproofing inscriptions carved on the walls were instantly activated to their maximum, flashing with dazzling light and firmly locking most of the physical sound waves within the stone walls.
However, all wizards who understand the properties of mandrake know that its famous weeping is not the most deadly threat, but the sound itself, or even the powerful physical sound waves.
Rather, it is the kind of "instant death" rule that directly affects the essence of life, touches the soul, and almost ignores conventional physical defenses!
It is the power of laws, the obliteration of concepts; sound is merely its vehicle for descending into the world.
As the person who pulled it out of the flowerpot, Lynch was the first to be affected.
In his exceptionally keen perception, honed through countless trials, the world around him seemed to be stripped of all irrelevant colors and forms in an instant, leaving only the purest and most essential force—a piercing scream representing the "end of life."
It is formless and intangible, yet like billions of cold, icy thorns of law, carrying the absolute will to annihilate the consciousness of ordinary living beings, striking his soul core with precision and ruthlessness, attempting to completely erase all his thoughts and self-awareness, and return him to eternal silence.
Any other wizard, even an experienced and powerful adult wizard, would have no chance of survival under the cry of a mandrake, even if it were an immature one. Their consciousness would collapse within a fraction of a second, plunging them into the deepest coma, and there is a very high probability that they would suffer permanent and irreversible damage to their mental structure.
But Lynch did not.
The moment the soul impact containing the power of laws descended, the unique "soul armor" that he had previously constructed on the surface of his soul was triggered.
Within the soul dimension, which is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, a calm, solid radiance suddenly emanates, as if forged by the most steadfast will!
The dense crystalline wall, perceived as having a dark, crystalline texture, remained stable on the surface of Lynch's soul. Like an insurmountable chasm, it completely shut out the deadly, coma-inducing magical power contained within the mandrake's cries.
Lynch's posture remained unchanged, without even the slightest sway.
The shrieking sound continued, echoing and reverberating repeatedly within the small alchemy chamber.
Lin Qi deliberately concentrated all his mental energy, transforming it into countless exquisite and sensitive magical probes. These probes pierced through the defensive boundaries of the "Soul Armor," not to reinforce the defense, but like the tentacles of the most diligent scholar, actively meeting the still roaring destructive force, meticulously analyzing, understanding, and recording its every rise and fall, every vibration.
He is analyzing, understanding, and recording!
His consciousness was operating at full speed, like the most sensitive antennae, meticulously capturing every change caused by the force striking the soul's defenses—every fluctuation of its force, every rhythmic vibration of its rules, every almost imperceptible ripple that spread when it clashed with the armor.
He observed how the "soul armor" held firm under various impacts, and also noted which parts might bear greater pressure when the protection was most strained. He even spared a sliver of his mind to feel the fleeting, instinctive tremor in the deepest part of his soul when the feeling of "imminent death" struck, and the subtle, almost unconscious adjustments his soul made in response.
Those few seconds might have felt like torture to others, but to him, it was like opening a secret door to a treasure trove.
Every moment of experience is a crucial piece of the puzzle, guiding him toward the profound mysteries of life and death.
Finally, after about five or six seconds, the young mandrake in the flowerpot seemed to have exhausted all its accumulated magic power. The terrifying, heart-stopping cry stopped abruptly, as if severed by a sharp blade. The anthropomorphic stem lost all its strength and slumped down, leaving only a few small leaves on top, still trembling slightly from exhaustion, like the lingering fear after a nightmare.
Inside the alchemy chamber, deathly silence returned.
Only the faint glow of the talismanic inscriptions on the wall slowly dimmed, testifying to the intensity of the battle that had just taken place.
Lin Qi stood firmly in place from beginning to end, his posture as upright as a pine tree, without the slightest sway.
He gently and slowly replanted the exhausted mandrake back into the dragon dung soil. In this seemingly simple and repetitive work, his mind sank into that deep, silent pool that had been cleansed by the impact of his soul, savoring the lingering echoes and ripples that still resonated in his nerve endings after the storm.
When he finished planting and calmly took off his dragon-skin gloves, his breathing had returned to a steady, long rhythm, just like his usual state.
However, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve upwards into a clear, satisfied smile.
A curve that conveys no sign of fatigue, only pure satisfaction and absolute confidence.
"It's a success—" he murmured to himself, his voice steady and clear, echoing in the quiet room.
The "Soul Armor" perfectly defended against the shrieking impact of the immature mandrake.
Although this is only a preliminary verification and is fundamentally different from the truly deadly and almost inescapable gaze of the legendary basilisk, this straightforward confrontation undoubtedly proves in the most powerful way that the path of building a soul barrier by relying on one's own will and magic is absolutely feasible.
He personally verified that, with his own strength, he was immune to a certain level of "instant death" effect in this world that touched upon the rules. This was not only a technological breakthrough, but also an absolute foundation in his mindset.
More importantly, he obtained invaluable first-hand experience data and direct feedback at the spiritual level in a complete and clear manner.
This invaluable data will become the most solid foundation, guiding him to further optimize the structure and response mechanism of the "Soul Armor," laying an unshakable foundation for finally facing the terrifying serpent monster with truly instant-death gaze lurking deep within the secret chamber.
Lin Qi raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the walls of the stone house, looking towards the dark pipes deep within the castle, and towards the stone door of the secret chamber carved with a giant snake.
Once I successfully improve the Soul Armor again, the next stage of testing can begin.