I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 372

Chapter 372: Chapter372-The Mark of the Dark God
Although Scarlett was still unsure of what exactly the black mist was, even a guess would tell her it was nothing benign.

Now that it had entered John’s body, she truly didn’t know what state it would induce.

Desperately anxious, Scarlett wanted to intervene, but she found herself unable to move.

As she watched, the black mist began to fade, and the dark silhouette also started to disappear.

But the state of the Dawn Goddess was also dire; she was about to dissipate the next second, her figure becoming increasingly ethereal.

“This is indeed an interesting planet. I shall return again, and I hope you won’t disappoint me then,” it said, its tone carrying a hint of amusement, like a child who had just received a delightful new toy, even joking in the midst of chaos.

As the light from the hexagram completely vanished, the dark silhouette also completely dissipated into the air.

However, the energy in the air did not disappear with it.

Though the black mist was gone, the malevolent energy it carried still lingered, affecting everything here, including the black vines.

The vines continued to grow incessantly, becoming more excited at the scent of the flesh and blood of the people unconscious on the ground.

A small tendril probed directly into Vincent’s body.

Sensing the taste of his blood, this patch of vines became even more animated, countless tendrils quickly enveloping the man, already preparing to suck his blood.

Scarlett clenched her teeth, using her last bit of strength to protect those people.

They recoiled at the first touch of the black mist, but soon realized these vines weren’t anything special—merely craving the blood.

It also seemed to portend something.

Just then, Scarlett sensed some movement behind her.

Her pupils dilated in shock upon seeing the person who entered through the door.

It was Victor!

Victor was as impassive as ever, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if his former self was no longer human.

Scarlett’s heart skipped a beat.

She had heard about this so-called “Immortal Messenger” upon arriving here, but had not expected such a transformation.

Victor was utterly emotionless.

If this was truly the case, what then separated him from those robots that knew only slaughter?

After Victor entered, he showed no fear of the sprawling vines on the ground and walked straight ahead.

Strangely, the vines instinctively shrank back upon touching him, as if recoiling from something terrifying.

Meanwhile, under the onslaught of the white mist, the vines gradually wilted.

Eventually, the dark green tendrils were cornered and ultimately dissipated completely.

A clear, tinkling sound echoed on the floor, but Scarlett had no mind to look further; her eyes were fixed intently on Victor.

Victor’s eyes were devoid of any emotion as he slowly moved towards John, who was still deep in sleep, oblivious to the changes.

Scarlett grew more anxious, wanting to step forward, yet she was utterly powerless!

Having exhausted all her strength in the battle against the dark god, even the state of the Dawn Goddess was now severely diminished.

The Dawn Goddess’s figure gradually faded, eventually slipping back into slumber.

No matter how much Scarlett called out, there was no response.

At the same time, Scarlett felt a weakening force inside her own body, as if some power within her too began to succumb to slumber.

Scarlett didn’t know how long the Dawn Goddess would need to rest to recover, but whatever the duration, it certainly wasn’t good news for her.

For instance, facing Victor in her current condition, she had absolutely no resistance, and now her body had completely given out.

Victor slowly walked toward John, who still felt nothing at all.

There seemed to be some emotions growing in Victor’s eyes, but they were still very subtle.

John felt an unusual power awakening nearby.

This power was familiar, as if he had encountered it somewhere before, yet it also felt strange, as if he hadn’t seen it for a long time.

This sensation was unique, giving rise to different thoughts in his mind.

Perhaps he could indeed awaken soon; he desperately hoped to wake up, but it was simply not possible.

In a realm of dreams, John kept running.

He felt as if he were trapped here, eager to escape, but the surrounding black mist formed walls after walls, confining him in this place.

Scarlett tried to move forward, but the next second, her legs weakened uncontrollably, and she found herself kneeling on the ground.

The battle had drained her of too much strength, and now her muscles had begun to feel sore and weak.

Meanwhile, John remained deep in his sleep, showing no signs of waking.

Victor approached John, slowly extending his hand toward him, seemingly harboring boundless power.

Just as his hands were about to deeply penetrate John’s heart, it was as if he touched something terribly frightening, and in that instant, Victor withdrew his hand.

It was as if he had encountered something horrific, and soon his facial expression began to show signs of unease.

Vincent gradually woke up and involuntarily gasped at the sight before him.

By the time Vincent arrived, he had already thoroughly investigated the situation.

He knew that Victor now resembled a zombie, devoid of any ability to think.

It was unclear what kind of drugs the so-called organization had used on Victor, making his thoughts so unstable, but it was undeniable that they now lacked any resistance and could only proceed as they were.

Not being able to save Victor would be a significant loss for them.

Seeing Victor suddenly appear, Vincent felt not joy but a great sense of panic.

He instinctively wanted to protect John, but now he found himself unable to move, as if lying in a quagmire.

Vincent clenched his teeth, trying to muster all his MP, only to find that his body was completely depleted.

In that moment, Vincent’s eyes widened, a trace of panic flickering in his heart.

What’s happening?

What exactly is going on?

Why are both my MP and stamina completely drained?

What has happened here?

Why is this happening?

He had always been cautious and aware that these scenarios were extremely dangerous, so he had mentally prepared himself.

However, when he discovered he couldn’t even open his storage bag, a different feeling settled in his heart.

This place, it seemed, had a significant restraining effect on them.

When Victor touched the powers near John’s heart, a pained expression crossed his face, and he uncontrollably fell to the ground, writhing and rolling in agony.

“Ah!!”

Victor screamed uncontrollably, as if enduring something unbearable, but soon fell back into unconsciousness.