Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 122 Chapter 121-Greed Backfires（2nd update, Cheer me with Power Stones!）

Beyvis, irritated, shook his head and roared, "Human, you've come to the wrong place. The person you're seeking isn't here!"

John remained unfazed, his voice still as calm as ever, "You're not even willing to hear who we're looking for and yet you're so quick to say they're not here?"

"It's irrelevant. There are no living beings here, so how could the person you're seeking possibly be here?"

It had to be said, compared to the Shadowcrawler Matriarch, this Corrupted Dragon was much smarter.

Instead of impulsively launching an attack upon discovering John and the others, it chose to let these uninvited guests in and observe them first.

All because the human before it was too enigmatic to decipher.

Even now, this dragon was still hesitant.

It had encountered many strong humans before, but none had instilled such apprehension.

To its eyes, John was like a black hole, a terrifying void that nullified all investigative attempts.

Its own perception couldn't get any feedback.

Precisely because it couldn't see through John, the Corrupted Dragon managed to suppress its instinctual bloodlust and converse so calmly with him.

John locked eyes with the dragon's golden vertical pupils, maintaining his unrushed demeanor, "I heard that twenty years ago, the Twisted Grove was your territory? The person I'm seeking disappeared in the Twisted Grove around that time."

Unable to suppress its fury any longer, Beyvis roared angrily, "Damn it, how much did that insect tell you? It's betraying the Abyss, I'll tear it to pieces!"

"I'm afraid you're too late for that. The Shadowcrawler Matriarch is now but ashes," John replied, a faint smile on his face.

"Besides, the fact that you once occupied the Twisted Grove shouldn't be such a big secret, should it? Why elevate it to the level of betraying the Abyss?"

Suddenly, Beyvis fell silent.

It heard a piece of news that sent chills down its spine.

The Shadowcrawler Matriarch was dead?

And it seemed like the work of this human in front of it.

"Human, did you kill that bug?" Beyvis asked.

John just smiled, "Yes, because it was really uncooperative..."

The rage in Beyvis' golden eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sense of wariness.

Although the Shadowcrawler Matriarch was not as powerful as it, it was still a creature at the level of Abyssal Lords.

Yet, to this human, it seemed no more significant than a bug, easily squashed for being noncompliant...

Facing this kind of power, Beyvis feared it might not be able to resist.

Seeing Beyvis remain silent, John was gradually getting impatient, "What are you hesitating about? If you don't want to answer my question, just take action. Is the legendary Corrupted Dragon just a coward?"

His words instantly enraged Beyvis. It abruptly spread its wings and stood up from its high platform.

As the massive creature moved, a gust of wind started to blow, pushing back the people behind John, even activating the active defensive abilities of the Divine Guardian.

The defensive barrier enveloped Adam and the others, successfully shielding them from the force of the wind.

Adam and the others were horrified.

The wind caused merely by this creature standing up was already so powerful, how formidable was this Corrupted Dragon!

Beyvis glanced at them, growing more and more furious.

"So, it's the power of Holy Light, I can smell that disgusting scent from afar..."

"Is the Holy Light Church declaring war on us, the Abyss? Human, reveal your position in the Holy Light Church, are you a Cardinal, or the head of the Judgement Department?"

John just stood in the strong wind, his cloak flapping loudly, yet his figure didn't sway at all.

He just smiled slightly and said casually, "Don't make wild guesses. In fact, the issue with you is not significant enough to declare a war by the Holy Light Church on the entire Abyss."

John paused, a mysterious smile curling at the corner of his mouth, "To put it more bluntly, since you are just a puppet who knows nothing, why not let the one pulling the strings come out..."

As he finished speaking, a glimmer of profound light flashed in John's eyes.

The previously roaring Corrupted Dragon, Beyvis, suddenly froze.

Its golden eyes turned pitch black.

When it spoke again, the voice was completely different from the previous angry roar.

It was a hoarse, unpleasant whisper, "Wait, why do you carry the aura of the Abyssal Royalty? Who are you really?"

John didn't answer its question.

He just chuckled lightly, "Finally willing to show up? Should I address you as Beyvis, or... Abyssal Mist?"

"Beyvis" was silent for a moment, then answered, "Just call me Beyvis, though it's not the Beyvis you think you know who's speaking to you..."

That sounded like a mouthful.

In fact, those spectating, including Adam, were left with puzzled expressions after listening to this exchange.

They didn't have a clue what kind of game these two were playing.

Perhaps only John knew the truth.

The so-called Corrupted Dragon in front of him had long been puppeteered by others.

Even Beyvis itself was unaware of this fact.

All of its actions had been influenced and subtly directed by someone else.

And the one controlling it was the collective consciousness of the Abyssal Mist.

John hadn't initially suspected this.

It was only when he entered the area and the Eye of Artemis scanned Beyvis' attributes:

[Corrupted Dragon Beyvis (Puppet) (Lord-level boss): Former mid-tier lord of the Abyss, a dragon-like creature. Attempted to control Abyssal Mist but was in turn corrupted by the Abyssal Mist's collective consciousness, thus becoming its puppet. Still possesses its own consciousness due to its powerful abilities...]

[Race: Wraith]

[Level: 300]

[Attributes: ...]

At the moment when he saw Beyvis' race turn into Wraith, John had already understood everything.

Only beings that have died can become Wraith.

If the Beyvis before him was normal, its race should have been the Dragonkin.

John had previously been curious.

Why would a Corrupted Dragon, a creature with dragon instincts, exhibit such a cautious demeanor?

From the memories of his legacy, a Corrupted Dragon should be highly aggressive and prone to resort to violence at the slightest provocation.

It certainly wouldn't calmly communicate with humans.

Now it appeared that this creature was just a pitiful pawn.

It aimed to control the Abyssal Mist, yet ended up being controlled without even realizing it.

John reactivated the Eye of Artemis.

As expected, at this moment, "Beyvis'" attribute introduction underwent a dramatic change.

[Abyssal Mist (Lord-level boss): A bizarre creature born in the deepest part of the Abyss, exists in the form of a collective consciousness. It likes to attach itself to other living beings and gradually takes over, converting the host into its puppet...]

[Race: Insectoid]

[Level: 320]

[Attributes: ...]

Such drastically different attribute information revealed the true identity of the current "Beyvis".

"Answer me, human, who exactly are you?"

There was a hint of undetectable fear hidden behind the hoarse and gloomy voice of "Beyvis".

In the Endless Abyss, the Abyssal Mist was one of the most useful allies of the Demon race.

However, the Demon race never treated the Abyssal Mist as a life form, but rather a reusable consumable item.

Many years ago, in order to continue eroding the natural barrier of Sunset Mountain, Beyvis and the Abyssal Mist were dispatched to the Twisted Grove together.

Later, Beyvis grew greedy, attempting to control the Abyssal Mist for its own gain.

However, it bit off more than it could chew.

Instead of controlling the Abyssal Mist, Beyvis ended up being possessed by it, gradually turning into its puppet.

In a way, there was little difference between Beyvis and the undead John had previously liberated.

Beyvis believed it was still alive, but in reality, it was long dead...

Therefore, the Abyssal Mist was highly sensitive to the scent of the Abyssal royal family, the Demons.

John chuckled lightly, "Who I am is not important. What is, is that you're no match for me. So, you'd better answer my question promptly."

"Beyvis" fell silent.

After a long while, it finally spoke: "Who are you looking for?"

John briefly mentioned the matter of the young werewolf prophet's grandson.

"Beyvis" pondered for a moment before it finally remembered, "Among my puppets, there indeed was such a little werewolf. He accidentally entered the Twisted Grove twenty years ago and was immediately killed by Beyvis. Later, I consumed his fresh blood and turned him into a puppet..."

"So, the one you're looking for is long dead."

John, with an unconcerned expression, replied, "Dead or alive, it doesn't matter. After all, I just want to fulfill a search task. Bring out the little werewolf."

"Beyvis", or rather, the Abyssal Mist, obediently fluttered its meat wings.

A stream of black smoke shot out from the top of its head and rushed into a passage of a melt hole.

Not long after, a figure wrapped in black smoke staggered into the space.

The figure walked all the way to John before stopping.

The black fog dispersed, revealing its original form.

If it's not the young werewolf, Sylar, then who could it be?