Bombardment

Once again passing through the archway, Green arrived outside the garden he had visited before. Looking at the garden, still peaceful and beautiful, Green revealed a hint of an evil grin.

Back in the Mission Zone, Green had already discovered that although the castle was still operating, time had still corroded the interior of the building. Those walls that worked only intermittently were the best proof.

The reason this building could be maintained might be the existence of some kind of circulation device within it. But under the wear of time, these circulation devices had inevitably sustained damage.

Some of the castle's functions had already stopped. But clearly, part of its functionality was still operating.

After learning that part of the castle's functions was still working, a crazy idea had emerged in Green's mind.

Having made up his mind, Green reached into his robes and pulled out several potions. They radiated a fiery red glow, the power of burning and explosions shooting out from within. At a glance, they were obviously top-grade offensive potions.

Green gripped the several potions in his hand and looked toward the eerie garden. He was not admiring the garden's scenery, but calculating its area.

Green would not obediently play through the stages like a good little boy. This garden was clearly abnormal. Entering it to investigate voluntarily would be putting himself in danger.

Combining the wisdom from his previous life, Green naturally knew how to deal with this sort of situation: flip the table outright and let nobody play anymore.

Who said an expedition had to be explored step by step? That was merely the inertia of thought. When risks were involved, true exploration should be more violent. At worst, he would lose some supplies. That was still better than losing his life.

After estimating