Inhuman Warlock
chapter-485

"From what I can remember of his last words, he did say that it was wrong to say that angels didn't appear in the Continent of Darkness?"

"That should mean that Dungeon Dwellers came here too? But they didn't kill anyone? That's strange. Why would they come here then? And he found out about this after he entered the temple for the first time?"

"Could it be that a Dungeon Dweller lives inside the Temple? That Dungeon Dwellers brainwashed him? And he didn't take me there to explain something. Instead, he took me there as an offering to the Dungeon Dweller?"

"There was no one else in the room. I'm sure of that. The only odd thing was that stat- ahh, so that's what it was!"

"That statue was a Dungeon Dweller? That would explain it! How could I be so stupid and forget such a basic thing! There are some Dungeon Dwellers who are experts in disguise! It's certainly possible that one is hiding as a statue!"

"Sirius distracted me with his conversation, and in the meantime, the Dungeon Dweller got to me! But what did it do? My healing should have been able to protect me from poison and other effects. It shouldn't have worked unless he targeted my mind without alerting my healing?"

"Argh, I can leave any prison, but I'm always weak against the mental effects! Last time it was the dream prison in APF headquarters, and now this! Now how do I leave this place? It's all inside my head! So how can I escape!"

Lucifer managed to guess what had happened, which made him even more upset. It reminded him of his weakness which was against mental attacks of such kinds.

He knew he needed to do something about this weakness of his, but he also knew that now wasn't the time. He needed to think about getting out of this trouble now.

He still had the Cardigan Particles robe on him. Just to make sure one last time if it was a mental prison or teleportation, he decided to try calling Kellan with the glasses.

He opened the robe and checked his pocket. It only resulted in his deep sigh as he realized that there was nothing in his pocket and it was completely empty at the moment.

"Just as I expected, it's not a teleportation. I would have had the things inside my pocket if it was teleportation. It's a mental prison of some kind!"

While Lucifer was trapped in the dream world of his, his real body still remained inside the Temple, unmoving.

As for the formation under him, it continued growing until now. It was only a few millimeters short of covering the entire formation.

After a couple of minutes, even that gap was covered. The blood formation soon covered the entire floor in the room, even getting under the statue.

As the blood formation filled the room, the statue once again opened the eyes on his stomach.

The blood formation started shining, filling the room with a blood-red light. The entire room was covered in a red tint, giving this room a grim-looking atmosphere.

The headache statue appeared to be a statue of a headless being sitting on the ground on his knees, but he moved now.

He slowly started rising as he pushed his body up. The statue appeared to have come to life. It still looked to be made of stone, but now the headless statue was standing.

The statue walked towards Lucifer in slow steps. The face on the stomach looked even more active now. Not only were his eyes open, but a smirk was also visible on the lips of the face.

After a few short steps, the statue reached the body of Lucifer, gazing down at him.

He once again sat down, bending his knees. This time, he sat near Lucifer's face.

He moved his fourth hand, which was carrying the bowl filled with blood. The insect was still swimming in the bowl.

Bringing the bowl above Lucifer's head, the statue turned it slightly. The blood started dropping off the bowl, pouring on the face of Lucifer, which was covered in blood.

Even though the blood fell on Lucifer, the blood on the bowl didn't decrease. The bowl appeared to be magical and kept filling up with blood, no matter how much of it was poured.

The small worm that was swimming in the bowl also fell on Lucifer's face along with the blood. As the worm had fallen, the statue stopped pouring the blood.

The worm stuck to Lucifer's face, and as soon as the blood stopped pouring, it started moving.

Its tiny body wriggled as it moved over Lucifer's face.

At the moment, it was on Lucifer's lips. It kept dragging its body up, moving past Lucifer's lips to reach his nose. Instead of moving away, it entered the nose of Lucifer and went upwards.

The worm kept going up through the passageways. On the places where no passageways existed, it just made some of its own, but it didn't stop.

As the worm moved towards Lucifer's brain, the statue moved his hand and started pouring the blood on the chest of Lucifer.

Another insect fell on the chest of Lucifer from the bowl. Instead of finding an opening to enter Lucifer's body, the insect dug inside his chest, entering his body. The wound on the chest of Lucifer healed as his healing activated, closing on its own.

Seeing his chest, no one could have guessed that an insect had just entered his body.

The statue continued pouring the blood, only stopping when the blood covered the entire body of Lucifer from chest to toe.

The green cloak of Lucifer was now blood red entirely.

In the meantime, the insect reached the brain of Lucifer and housed itself there.

As for the other insect, it housed itself inside the heart of Lucifer as if he had found his new home.

The smile on the statue's face widened as he felt that.

He retracted his fourth hand and instead used his other hand, which was holding a stone scroll.

Even though the scroll was made of stone, it opened like an ordinary scroll, revealing some strange characters that were carved on it.

"&#&@$ @$$# ¢¥¥€..."

Looking at the scroll, the statue finally opened his lips and started chanting something that was impossible to understand. It didn't even seem like any human language that someone could understand.

As the statue was changing something on the outside, a change was happening inside the dream world of Lucifer as well, where he was standing on an island.