This change was too abrupt.
For them, it was just a leisurely and enjoyable test. Some people were joking with each other about how they would clean out the Demons in the building after the time was up, and rescue that unlucky guy. Some even said that the unlucky guy might already be dead, after all, it was one of Lebius's malicious jokes...
No one had expected that the unlucky guy didn't wait for their rescue, but instead fought his way out alone.
What surprised them even more was the helmet thrown out by Bologue, the shattered wolf's head.
"This is... Lebius's 'Blade-Biting Wolf'."
Someone recognized the wolf's head, their voice slightly trembling.
Most people knew who Lebius was, and they were well aware of the terror of the 'Blade-Biting Wolf'. But now, this symbol of fear and death was shattered, and the broken helmet lay before them, still stained with blood.
Did Lebius lose?
An unbelievable thought arose in their minds.
"Three hundred Weng coins, you said it, Yas."
Geoffrey was the first to react, whispering to Yas and then stepping forward to greet Bologue.
Yas was a bit stunned. After a while, he pulled himself together and shouted to the others.
"'Ferrymen,' clean up the site!"
Is cleanup necessary?
The guys known as "Ferrymen" looked bewildered. There were hardly any threatening Demons left in the building. From their point of view, it was Bologue they should be cautious of, since he was the one who threw out the broken helmet.
But under Yas's fierce gaze, they had no choice but to move, brushing past the blood-soaked Bologue and entering the blood-stained building.
It was like walking into a monster's lair. Its eating habits were extremely messy, with food strewn all over the place. Thick blood hung on the walls, and the evening breeze blew, creating sounds like a monster's breathing.
There were no living creatures left.
After a brief inspection, they reached this conclusion.
The Demons that were barely breathing died soon after. They bore many fatal wounds, rendering them powerless. They could only fall to the ground, waiting for the moment their blood would run dry...
In the center of the pile of flesh and debris, they saw the fallen Iron Armor, looking exactly like the 'Blade-Biting Wolf' in their memories. However, most of its blades were bent and twisted, some even had gaps, and its armor had puncture wounds. Inside, sharp blades clogged the space as if carefully calculated, crossing in a way that perfectly restricted the armor's movement, turning it into a deadly cage.
Yas stood outside the door, watching everything with a somber expression. His gaze nervously flickered to Bologue, who was sitting by the steps.
If someone like him were to become a Condenser...
Yas shook his head vigorously. He didn't dare to continue the thought.
"How do you feel, Bologue!"
Geoffrey busied himself around Bologue. From somewhere, he had procured a towel, and like a coach during a boxing match's break, he wiped Bologue's blood.
"Feel? Fantastic! And then... I think I might have overeaten."
Bologue was exhausted, but when talking about this, he couldn't help but laugh with joy.
The feeling of defeating a formidable foe was indeed thrilling, with an exhilarating sense of accomplishment. The "Soul Shards" of the Demons killed by the 'Blade-Biting Wolf' surged into Bologue's body after death, and the overwhelming satisfaction was nearly bursting him.
Looking at his body, streaks of azure light flickered between his veins. Geoffrey made no comment, as expected; the light was only visible to Bologue himself.
"Overeat...?"
Geoffrey's expression twitched slightly. Evidently, he interpreted it as a different kind of overeating, glancing at Bologue's mouth. He couldn't distinguish whether it was Bologue's own blood or the blood of some unlucky Demon.
As expected, it turned out this way.
"I really suggest you see a doctor, Bologue."
Geoffrey strongly suggested, his expression complex. There was both joy for Bologue passing the test and wariness towards a possible mentally unstable person.
"You're really quite the lunatic."
Geoffrey sighed, glancing at the blood flowing over the steps, then at the shattered helmet, thinking about what the helmet symbolized, feeling a chill on his neck.
"Logically, when trapped in despair, shouldn't you be searching for survival? And yet you thought of taking it down... and you really did take it down!"
Geoffrey was somewhat incoherent. He understood that Lebius had indeed gone easy, after all, Lebius had long reached the Third Stage, wielding the Golden Scepter, and wore a bright Red Robe, becoming the "Negative Bishop".
But... even so, the result that Bologue brought about was still incredibly shocking.
"Killing it, isn't that also a way to escape despair?" Bologue replied with his reasoning. "I won't die. I am the undying Lazarus, who experiences Resurrection!"
Bologue smiled, but this smile, coupled with his injuries, really didn't bring joy. Instead, it emitted a chilling and eerie feeling.
The deadly wounds caused by the 'Blade-Biting Wolf' were healed during the "Resurrection", yet there were still many small wounds on Bologue that were healing slowly.
"How long do you need to recover?" Geoffrey asked.
"A few hours? I'm not sure. I 'died' once in there."