Three Towers Game

There was another significant external force on the field, inducing the emergence of this persona.

Slaughter Sequence 205: Killing Intent Lock, which could lock the desire to kill, preventing external detection.

But there was also another sequence, Slaughter Sequence 204: Killing Intent Search. This sequence could perceive the murderous intent deep within others.

This sequence was not particularly rare and had no offensive capabilities. Most people’s sequence slots were actually very limited.

People preferred to load combat-oriented sequences.

Only one person on the field had enough sequence slots and was highly interested in such sequences ranked beyond the top hundred. He was willing to spend ample time researching how to turn lower-ranked sequences into miracles.

For instance, Extreme Punch, which in his hands, truly possessed the power to split the heavens with one punch.

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Cold.

The air around seemed to suddenly turn cold.

As the effect of the blood mist grew stronger... Miyamoto Yishu suddenly felt a surge of fear within.

”No… something’s wrong… Why does Wen Xishu have this kind of aura?”

Miyamoto Yishu broke out in a cold sweat, feeling the air around him grow heavier.

As the pride of the Miyamoto Family, he naturally understood what this red blood mist signified.

He was not yet capable of battling the monsters that could generate such things.

Maybe in the future, but not now.

The six great families, anyone who had dealings with the Slaughter Tower, were taught first and foremost how to identify ”master-level threats.”

Also known as the so-called ”Red House.”

Many spectators on the field, first-year students of the Slaughter Tower Academy, and even students from the Desire Tower Academy, did not know what was happening yet.

But inexplicably, everyone felt a chill, their scalps tingling.

Xun Hui’s eyes widened, this aura was too familiar to him, after all—in the Slaughter Tower, he had personally ended the original owner of this aura.

Xun Hui was shocked:

”Ghost… Bride?”

He muttered to himself, his voice so light that only Albert could hear.

Albert, however, was not surprised at all, the smile on his face not diminishing in the slightest.

Xun Hui was on high alert, genuinely worried whether Wen Xishu had been somehow plotted against by the Ghost Bride last time, parasitized in some way?

At this moment, he sensed resentment from Wen Xishu, something that no ordinary human should possess.

But Albert said:

”Don’t worry, I’m here. Rest assured, it’s power he has yet to fully control, it won’t harm him, it would just bring misfortune to those around him. But since I’m here, such things won’t happen.”

Xun Hui glanced at Albert:

”Old man… You? You knew all along?”

Albert had sensed it as early as when Wen Xishu officially returned to the Bunker after the Great Devouring.

Due to transforming from an item into a persona, the Killing Intent Search instantly sensed the ”resentment” and ”killing intent” within Wen Xishu’s body.

Albert even felt that this aura was very similar to the one from the coffin he used for sleeping, almost identical.

Wen Xishu said Albert’s sense of smell was not as good as his, but that was limited to bizarre aspects.

In combat aspects, Albert had no weaknesses, his sensing abilities were of the deep-rooted kind.

”I did know, and for this, I came here early and set up some arrangements.”

The blood mist, combined with some external stimuli, inadvertently, Wen Xishu found a way to actively trigger this persona.

It should have been a good thing, but Wen Xishu only felt… very dangerous.

Because he couldn’t control this persona yet.

The blood mist, unconsciously, had already enveloped the entire department area.

Wen Xishu’s hair seemed to have grown a bit longer than before, and his skin had turned a few shades paler, looking somewhat sickly.

But his eyes held a malice that terrified Miyamoto… venomous hatred.

Coupled with the wicked grin that played on Wen Xishu’s lips, Miyamoto Yishu only felt as if he was facing a ghost ready to tear him apart.

Unable to bear it.

Miyamoto Yishu felt the red mist growing heavier, the air growing denser.

He felt like he was bearing the weight of an entire world, wanting to collapse onto the ground, gasping for breath.

It wasn’t just Miyamoto Yishu, many others also felt unwell.

”This child… no, what kind of power has Dean Wen gained control of?”

Liu Ruyan from Desire Tower Academy said.

Ji Bodah hadn’t expected that the student they had only encountered a few times would turn out to be so powerful.

The elites of the Bunker Security Bureau were looking at each other at this moment, clearly understanding what this power represented.

This suffocating sense of oppression, this unique scarlet blood mist...

All indicating one thing—the approach of death, the descent of a master.

It was a taboo not to be provoked within the Slaughter Tower.

Too dangerous...

If it weren’t for the old principal still being here, and so many people not having moved yet—

Many of those in the know, aware of what this aura represented, were eager to escape the scene quickly.

The fear instilled by the Red House surged at that moment.

”Dean Wen… stop! He’s just a child!”

Someone suddenly shouted, presumably a teacher from the Slaughter Tower Academy.

Anyone qualified to teach at the Slaughter Tower Academy was once a chosen one.

For a student to suddenly become a dean, superior to them, inevitably made them feel a bit resentful.

But now, none of these teachers held such thoughts anymore.

They even felt ashamed of their own trembling, but in the face of that eerie blood mist, the continuous intensifying and releasing of pressure...