Poison God's Heritage

Law began running forward. While we followed several steps behind. Eyes peeled and weapons drawn. Our only thought is, we don't want to meet any of those fuckers.

The moment a fight breaks, we won't know how it could devolve. We're outnumbered, by a lot, we're in a strange and foreign place. And are in all honesty way neck deep in shit.

The problem wasn't that we were simply outnumbered, but some of these things have a far higher cultivation base than us. Meeting with one of those silver fuckers would probably take us all out.

Our path ahead so far is clear, if any of the Rakshasas were to start heading toward us, the Administrator would notify us. But still, that doesn't mean that the Silver Rakshasas are also absent. They could be lurking within the halls anyway.

So far though, Law's been moving forward unbothered, which was a good sign.

"We need to take a left turn," the puppet said.

I frowned, I still had the map fully memorized in my head and we should still continue going forward, taking a left would make the trip even longer to the Waste Disposal hatch.

But I didn't argue and ushered to Law to take a left.

the new passage was tighter than the older one, and it had several blocks of Soulsteel all over it making it harder to navigate. However, it was thankfully a lot darker than the open path we were on. We headed through a dark alley and weaved between the boxes. Suddenly the Administrator asked us to stop moving and hide behind the boxes.

We did as asked and soon, behind us, on the more lit path we took before not even a second had passed, we heard the rushing and ground trembling sound of a stampede on the way.

We hid well behind the metallic boxes, barely peaking our heads outside. The Fire Lord somehow managed to change the color of his hair from red flames to a darker tone that was almost invisible if one didn't examine it thoroughly.

A couple dozen or so Rakshasas were running up the path we hid from, They ran forward as if they didn't walk but fly. Their speed was so incredible that you could barely see their four legs touching the ground. And their screeching was constant and the cool breeze of the icy wind followed after them, the release of the frigidness of their soulless bodies remained in their wake.

It was but for a few seconds, but they felt like ages. If we were to get caught here, they'd call the rest of their members in an instant, and we're already far too deep into their territory, with nowhere to hide, and nowhere to retreat back to.

"We're in the clear, these were probably randomly searching, seeing that your small creation had stopped moving, it was probably caught. For now, we should keep moving," the Administrator said.

But the sound of footsteps didn't go too far away, at least for one of them.

One of the later arrivals of these fiends had been running behind the group a distance away, and soon arrived at the junction where we were hiding. It didn't follow its brethren but rather stopped and began sniffing the air.

The sound of its nostrils taking in the air was like that of a heavy snorer, it was disturbing and hair-raising.

It may have caught on to something and was making sure that no stone was left unturned.

The alley was dark and looked like an impasse from the amount of boxes it had in it. But the creature still slowly stepped forward, sniffing and grating its feet on the ground, dragging them like one would drag steel across the rugged stone.

It hissed and snapped right and left, as if it was seeing ghosts, and hissed and grumbled all together.

Though we hid behind the boxes, we weren't too deep in the dark alley. But we were closer to the Rakshasa and the entrance and behind the closest boxes to the entrance.

If the fiend were to get closer and check, we'd be caught immediately. Then we'll be put in a tough choice, kill or run away, and both are not a good option.

Once noticed, the creature would undoubtedly call for help, and we'll all be at the mercy of these merciless beings. And on off chance we manage to kill it silently and rapidly, we'll still draw the attention of these things because they're all like a hive. One death would call the others.

Still, it would be better to terminate it first and then figure out where to go afterward.

One of the Rakshasa's mantis-like arms grabbed onto the nearest box, it's limb tightly gripping the box then it pulled the box toward it, and slowly and jarringly it moved.

It sniffed at the ground and its interest was piqued. It must have smelled us.

My hand was tightly gripping the hilt of Creeping Demise, already preparing to stab it as fast as I could and inject it with the most deadly poisons I have on me.

The group had the same thought, and they all were thinking of killing it if it were to move a bit closer.

The fiend moved another box, and there was only one box between it, and I.

My weapon was ready, and my aim was its head.

The Rakshasa's hand grabbed the third box and as it started dragging it, A loud screech echoed from far away, the fiend lifted its head up and screeched back in reply, then turned and began slowly stomping away from the alley. Once it went back to the more lit area it began running, accelerating with each step until we could no longer hear it.

I slumped down, taking in breath after deep breath.

I have no idea what happened, but for some reason, the Rakshasa got called back and we survived thanks to that.

"I hate this place," Law said.

I casually replied, "Tell me about it… Anyway, how far are we?" I asked the administrator who lit up its small gem on top of its head.

The small thing had put itself in sleep mode to not attract the attention of the rakshasa. Quite smart.

"We're about an hour away,"

"Wait only an hour?" I was certain that it would take at least three to four hours to even reach the duct.

"If situation remains status quo, we should get there in shortly under an hour, it seemed that the Royalist inside the cube had called out its species, it probably is interested in what's going on outside its cage. This also cleared all of the paths forward," The administrator said as it was checking the movement of the dots on the map. Find exclusive stories on m_v l|e'm-p| y r

"I see, it did us a good favor, anyway we need to keep moving. Guys, we won't have a better opportunity than now, let's push ourselves a bit."

The group agreed and Law rushed forward, dodging the boxes and moving above and beyond them.

"What are these things for?" I asked the Administrator.

"If you look up, you'll notice the ceiling is missing these fallen cubes. It's parts that were deemed unnecessary by the Bastion to fuel in energy and were discarded, a lot of these had fallen from many places. These are but a few," he said.

"They did save us, even if they were nothing but blocks," I said.

"The first people used them to barricade the passages and paths inside the Bastion from the Rakshasas, but it only served as a temporary barricade, otherwise they would still live to this day," the Administrator said.

Our pace increased to a full sprint. We could make it to the shaft leading down in far less time than an hour at this speed. Law was still moving up ahead while every one of us was looking around making sure that nothing crept up on us. The administrator was small enough for Dao Shen to pick up and run with it since it was far slower than us.

As time went by, the administrator was giving us instructions on where to go, which turns to pick, and where to stop and halt. But it still didn't slow us down the least.

And soon, at the other end of the hall was the hatch where we were supposed to go down through.

The hatch was closed and would require the administrator to open it from the lock next to it.

But before Law could even make it to the hatch, he stumbled and fell on the ground tumbling a few times forward.

Anyone in our situation would think that, although it is strange for a cultivator to stumble, it is not unheard of. After all, accidents do happen, however, I disagreed.

"EVERYONE DUCK!" I shouted, my words were loud enough to wake the dead, but I had to shout here.

No one asked a question, no one tried to figure out why, and no one even complained, they all ducked down as fast as possible.

The blowing of a cool wind flew past us and suddenly the air right next to the fallen Law began wiggling, from it the Silver-Colored Rakshasa suddenly showed up.