The Adventurer's Mission Log

Chapter 13 Inheritance Scene

Reginald was slightly conflicted. He had noticed the sublimation reagent when he came in, but there was only one vial.

Perhaps the extra reagents were consumed by the Emerald Order, or perhaps they were hidden in some unknown location.

The remaining medicines were worth some money, but they couldn't compare to the sublimation reagent.

Perhaps... he should use an excuse to refuse Tenor's request and guarantee the benefits of this operation.

Reginald saw the halfling secretly hiding the reagent in his sleeve. He knew he had a suitable excuse. As long as he said there was no sublimation reagent here, Tenor would have no choice but to believe him.

but.

"Mathew, come here." Reginald's voice was initially incredibly hoarse, but it became clearer and stronger. "Give me the potion you just got."

The half-man, only half the height of an average person, approached hesitantly. "Boss?"

Despite his reluctance, Matteo took the potion from his sleeve and handed it to Reginald under his fierce glare.

Reginald opened the bottle and fanned the opening with his palm. Judging from the smell, it was indeed a third-order sublimation reagent, which he had handled in his teacher's laboratory.

He breathed a sigh of relief, plugged the bottle, and handed the medicine to Tenor. "I told you, no matter how many medicines I get, I can give you a sublimation reagent."

If you need it, or if your friend needs it, please take it.

"Thank you." Tenor took it immediately. There was no time to lose; this place was safe for the time being and a good location for advancement.

If something unexpected happens on the way back, we might lose the medicine.

No matter how risky taking drugs is, if you're going to drink them, be decisive and do it now, right here.

Caught off guard, Reginald drank the potion in one gulp.

Reginald hastily drew his sword and retreated quickly, fearing that he would be torn to pieces by the irrational Tenor. He cursed inwardly: How dare this fool drink the sublimation reagent directly?

The halfling was even worse off. Matteo realized the madman had just drunk a whole bottle of potion that could turn people into monsters. His face turned deathly pale, and a scream echoed through the hall, "Help!"

His spirit flew straight to his companions.

Ternor had no time to pay attention to the reactions of the outside world. His consciousness was momentarily dazed, and his body involuntarily took on an abnormal form, with his whole body itching unbearably.

A primeval forest appeared before my eyes, seemingly real yet unreal, with stone pyramids piercing the towering canopies of trees amidst the rising mist.

Surrounding the central square and the most magnificent pyramid, numerous pyramids and obelisks form a metropolis hidden in lush greenery.

Countless tough-skinned warriors, resembling the alien forms of Tenor, patrol and stand guard throughout the city, while many more small, lizard-like humanoids work in the community, driving their giant-like subspecies to contribute to the city's development.

Temples and cities rose from the ground, and mountains and rivers changed as toad-like priests chanted incantations, reshaping the entire world within the galaxy.

He saw a silver palace floating above the original city, and then one day, the silver light disappeared, followed by the collapse of the heavens and the earth.

Countless demons, led by a powerful demon lord, wreaked havoc in the jungle. A vast number of cold-blooded beings fought against them in the form of legions, and many more legions were dispatched to the other side of the world. The war spread across the entire continent.

No, the entire planet.

The brutal war raged from the planet's poles to the equator, the brilliance of magic shook the ends of the oceans, and death and slaughter continued for countless days and nights.

Countless demons were destroyed, yet an endless stream of demons appeared. The number of cold-blooded beings who died was as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, and clusters of tough-skinned warriors poured out of the temple city.

As the battle lines dwindled, familiar races began to appear. He saw demons rampage through the elven forests and slaughter their way into the dwarven fortresses atop the mountains.

Humanity, still in its tribal era, exhibited both resistance and submission; some of humanity's fallen members began to join this grand invasion...

The scene abruptly ended, and the hazy hallucination shattered.

Even more unbearable than the strange situation when he awakened—the frenzied primal savagery almost destroyed his reason, but fortunately he could still bear it for the time being, barely suppressing his warlike instincts.

Before them was still the same underground hall, where Reginald and the others were hiding by the door at one end, seemingly intending to seal it shut at any moment to prevent the crazed Tenor from attacking them.

But Tenor didn't move an inch; he was simply lost in a hallucination.

That scene might be an impression deep within his alien bloodline. No wonder the demon was hostile to him; it turns out the two sides had fought a world-shaking war.

Tenor sensed the changes in his body: his alien form was more stable and he could maintain it for half an hour at a time.

The combat experience derived from his genes was a significant benefit; he finally gained a basic understanding of his own race.

He is a Thoros born for battle, capable of entering a low-frequency consumption state, standing guard for hundreds or thousands of years without sleep, food, or water.

It can also unleash instantaneous speed and power like a crocodile or a venomous snake pouncing on its prey.

However, he is usually rather slow-moving and not good at running away; he is just exceptionally strong and has a strong resistance to pain.

He possesses "hunting senses," which are the special senses he previously had.

Being dominated by savagery in battle will cause him to fall into a berserk state of 'primal instinct' - experienced Thoros should avoid losing control and instead control the berserk state rather than be dominated by it.

If he is seriously injured, he will directly enter the "primal instinct" state, and his self-healing ability, strength and speed will be temporarily enhanced, making him a natural berserker.

Even in death, his henchmen will instinctively attack nearby enemies.

His scales provide basic protection comparable to plate armor, and as time goes by and he grows older, his overall abilities will become stronger and stronger, and he will also awaken a special 'blessing'.

And his lifespan... was not limited by the Creator.

Thoros is immortal. Thoros who has fought for hundreds of years is called a "Scarred Veteran," while those who have served for thousands of years are called "Ancient Blood Warriors."

An ancient blood warrior is an enemy that can make even a demon prince feel troubled.

The sublimation potion may have catalyzed his maturation; his scales are now harder than before, and his strength has increased. Perhaps at a high level he can reach the lower limit of a Scarred Veteran, and at a legendary level he can become an Ancient Blood Warrior—at least numerically.

At this moment, Tenor felt something was wrong—his scales were comparable to plate armor, but they shouldn't have rendered the true demon helpless, right?

According to inherited memories, this demon is a "succubus," also known as a "lust demon," whose claws can cut through iron like mud.

During the first mutation, why didn't the demon break through its defenses during its initial attack? Was it a test? Or did something weaken it?

The demon then fled, perhaps not out of fear, but out of caution...

So, where is it now? Tenor didn't believe the demon had died in the attack by the rat-man assassins; it might still be alive.

Now that our strength has increased, we need to find a way to eliminate that demon, lest things get complicated.

This was not the time for deep thought. The emotional detachment made Tenor feel disconnected, as if he had truly become Thoreau, only with a more active mind than his peers.

He transformed back into human form and walked towards the adventure team.

"Tenor?" Reginald shouted, trying to determine by the name whether the half-human before him still possessed consciousness.

"What's wrong?" The calm tone startled even Tenor himself. He recalled those joys and sorrows, finally feeling their reality. Half joking, half masking his recent discomfort, he asked with a smile:

"You think I'm going to eat you?" he teased. "I think you're dirty, I wouldn't even dare to eat you."

Reginald relaxed, cleared his throat, and warned everyone, "Don't spread anything you've seen or heard today." He didn't want anyone to provoke the ratmen.

Knowledgeable scholars may know about the Skaven, but there are reasons why the Empire and the Skaven have maintained peace for thousands of years.

Reginald knew all too well that if they didn't keep their mouths shut, they, these adventurers, would only be throwing their lives away if they provoked the ratman clan.

Everyone echoed in agreement. Just as Tenor continued to explore the passage with the adventure team, he vaguely sensed a cold, watchful gaze and immediately looked in that direction.

The faint light in the back hall was suddenly tinged with a chill, the darkness so intense it seemed to drown out the light.

A pair of eerie purple eyes flashed and disappeared.