Core

In the enormous mirror, a dark figure is violently banging its head against the surface.

Seeing Sulu looking over, it raised its head and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

Its appearance was almost identical to Sulu's, but the skin and muscles on its face had begun to rot, revealing foul-smelling lividity.

"The Evil Spirit clinging to the Ancient Mansion... is it not all dead yet? Come out!"

Sulu stretched out his right hand and grabbed forward.

Sizzle!

The Spirit Chain pierced through nothingness and reality, disappeared into the mirror, bound the Evil Spirit, and pulled it into the bedroom.

At this moment, Sulu could deal with this second-order Evil Spirit with absolutely no effort.

Is there another layer of space within the mirror?

After casually crushing the Evil Spirit, he gazed thoughtfully at the mirrored passage.

"Spirit Pressure!"

At the same time, a powerful Spirit Pressure suddenly spread across the mirror surface.

Click! Click!

The crystal-like mirror surface cracked, with countless dark lines spreading out, eventually splitting open to reveal another passage.

Behind the passage was...

Boom!

The unique purification bullets, spewed from the barrel engraved with special runes, transformed into countless tiny iron pellets, each carrying unparalleled power and filled with holy radiance, tearing apart the Evil Spirit before them.

"The seventh one!"

With a cigar dangling from his mouth, Harisi slowly retracted the barrel of his gun and calmly loaded it.

His profession is an advancement from the second-tier [Gunfighter] to [Gunner Expert]!

As a physics-based profession that only developed in modern times, [Gunner Expert] possess a strong affinity for firearms, and ordinary firearms can unleash greater power in their hands.

Furthermore, possessing certain esoteric knowledge, they can independently modify firearms and create bullets with different effects.

Among all Tier 3 professionals, the [Gunner Expert] possesses exceptionally powerful firepower, ranking among the top.

"Come on, little ones, let me take you to see your mother!"

Harisi grinned maliciously, pulled a large purified bullet from the ammunition belt on his shoulder, and shoved it into the barrel. "To prepare for today's mission, I brought half of the department's entire reserve of secret ammunition!"

Boom!

As he ventured deeper into the interior, he used gunpowder to blast away any walls or doors he encountered.

Finally, after blowing open three walls, a bedroom appeared before him.

Blood was everywhere on the ground, and torn clothes were scattered all around.

"Black trench coat?"

Harisi stepped forward, grabbed a blood-stained piece of clothing, and said grimly, "Damn bastards, I swear you'll pay!"

Just as he was gritting his teeth, the room's furnishings changed again.

The curtains were quickly drawn back, their color spontaneously changing to a warm orange-yellow.

The table was laden with sweet white bread and fruit syrup, a roast turkey, and a three-tiered cake in the center.

"This... this is..."

Harisi's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the kitchen he remembered.

There stood a gentle figure, holding a plate in her hands.

"No! How dare you! How dare you!"

Harisi, being the captain of the Bureau 11, paused for a moment before reacting immediately, and a barrage of comments poured onto the figure.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

A huge bloody hole appeared on the opponent's body, and the wall behind it was stained with blood from the explosion and the remains of internal organs.

"Gurgle! Gurgle!"

Just then, the female corpse that had been lying on the ground suddenly split open from her head, and half of her body turned into a sharp mouth full of fangs, dripping a foul-smelling, corrosive liquid, and lunged at Harisi!

"Under the Goddess's gaze, we have nothing to fear!"

Bishop Hughes held the pendant, groping around in the pitch-black space.

He seemed to have arrived at a basement, empty and without walls, a sense of desolation constantly assaulting his heart.

It's as if you've been Banishment into darkness, and you can keep walking like this until the end of time.

But Bishop Hughes felt no fear or apprehension whatsoever. He steadfastly recited the Bible praising the Goddess of Light as he stepped forward.

Suddenly, a milky-white light appeared beneath his feet. "Purify!"

Under the light, a disgusting tentacle covered in slime was stepped on and split in two.

"Ah!"

The moment the tentacle severed, it let out a scream, as if it were a living creature.

Moreover, after the severed tentacle end retreated into the darkness, the remaining half was still slightly wriggling on the ground.

"God said... all sins must be purified!"

Hughes took a few steps forward and firmly planted his foot.

Snap!

The tentacles exploded, splattering yellowish-green pus all over him, which began to corrode his clothes and rot his flesh.

At the edge of the wound, blisters appeared, surrounded by purple muscles.

It seems that with each battle he fights the monster, he will eventually transform into the monster himself!

What a despairing reality this is!

"Even the Demon... cannot break my conviction!"

Hughes brushed aside the tendrils that had grown on his face and continued forward.

These anomalies indicate that we are very close to the heart of the Demon Ancient Mansion!

He won't let this opportunity slip by!

Time passed indefinitely, and Hughes, slowly inching forward, finally reached the end of the darkness.

It was a wall of flesh, covered with the textures of various muscles, and countless distorted, crying, and screaming faces.

Just one glance seems to stir up all sorts of emotions, enough to drive a person crazy.

At this moment, there was a huge gap in this fleshy wall, as if it had been cleaved by some heavy weapon. The faces around it were motionless, their expressions of horror unchanged, as if they were dead.

"Is this... a remnant of the great battle not long ago?"

As Hughes approached the breach, a look of shock finally appeared on his face. "What kind of being could possibly damage the core of the Demon Ancient Mansion like this?"

He tried to enter through the opening, but suddenly felt a tremendous resistance coming from the darkness.

"The Demon Ancient Mansion... The Anguskin Family is truly powerful... Even though it's just Ancient Mansion that was left behind, even though it was severely damaged before... it can still resist me!"

Hughes muttered something, bit his finger, and dripped blood onto the Light Pendant.

Buzz!

The Light Pendant suddenly shone brightly, dispelling the darkness.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hughes strode forward and entered the core protected by the fleshy wall through the gap.

Immediately, he froze completely, like a statue.

What did he see?

By the light of the pendant, Hughes saw...

At the core of countless fleshy walls, amidst the tangled and intertwined chunks of flesh, lies a honeycomb-like Blackstone.

It lay there quietly, yet it seemed to be the ' Evil of This World,' the condensation of all sins, instilling fear and a desire to destroy in every clergyman who saw it.

Snap!

Even the Light Pendant seemed unable to withstand this force field and shattered with a crash.

"Found it... the core of the Demon Ancient Mansion!"

At that moment, Hughes was absolutely certain that what lay before him was the central hub of the Demon Ancient Mansion!