Hearing the sound, which resembled an explosion, from behind him, the old insect gritted his teeth. His entire body surged towards the basement, simultaneously sealing all the doors leading to it. He refused to believe that this person who had come to kill him could so accurately find the passage to the basement.
Aslan did not rush to step into this house, which could be called an insect pit. Instead, he waited until all the insects at the main entrance had been burned to black charcoal, and the smell of rot had been completely covered by the smell of burning. Only then did he fan his hand, and magical energy erupted from his palm, creating a gentle breeze that blew away all the abnormal smells.
After doing all this, Aslan unhurriedly walked into the house. At the same time, he reinforced the barrier around it again. It was just a matter of catching a turtle in a jar; the outcome would not change in any way. In that case, let's make the process a little more fun.
It had to be said that the Matou family's mansion was really large. But at the same time, it was also very dim, with no sense of architectural comfort to speak of. Except for the outermost rooms that had sunlight, at least now, stepping on the ruins of the doorway, what came into view was only a dimly lit corridor and a slightly old, decaying space that gave off a musty smell. If it weren't for the fact that the decorations and furnishings had a few traces of this era, Aslan would have really suspected that he had entered the dim interior of some medieval castle. If this house were used to shoot a horror movie, it would probably save a lot on special effects.
Speaking of which... horror movies...
Aslan's lips curled into a smile. He took out the demonic sword that had originally belonged to Lucius from his ring. That's right, it was the demonic sword that he had pulled directly from Lucius's grave and put away. Although he didn't have a fire axe, he had a demonic sword, didn't he?
Hehe~ The door-breaking speed is even faster than a fire axe. Not 998, not even 98. As long as you know a Roman emperor and know where his grave is, you might be able to get such a demonic sword with extremely fast door-breaking speed. Not only that, you can even have a disco party on the Roman emperor's grave.
Looking up, all the doors in the corridor were tightly closed. Aslan raised an eyebrow. It felt a bit like a puzzle game. But why should I solve a puzzle?
The demonic sword in his hand swung directly to the side. The tightly closed door became fragments in the next moment. But even after breaking the door, not a single ray of streetlight shone into the room. When the old insect had retreated, he had filled these rooms with all sorts of insects. It was like a sluice gate had been opened. These insects directly swarmed towards Aslan.
Perhaps the old insect also understood that with just these things, he couldn't possibly take Aslan's life. At most, it would just delay him a little. So, some insects with a certain degree of combat power were mixed with some disgusting-looking insects. Even if they couldn't cause any harm to Aslan, they would still leave a few disgusting wounds in his heart.
Among these insects, Aslan saw many that looked extremely similar to a certain male appendage. They were even constantly vomiting a viscous liquid with a somewhat fishy smell. If these insects were to really crawl onto his body, Aslan would probably want to just tear off his own skin and replace it with a new layer.
"As expected of an insect hiding in the gutter. You have quite a few ways to disgust people."
He stabbed the demonic sword in his hand into the ground, temporarily and forcibly activating it with his magical energy, letting the magic erupt outwards to temporarily seal these annoying insects at his feet, so that they could never cross the area he had marked out with his demonic sword.
Aslan took out a lighter-like magical tool from his pocket. With the infusion of magical energy, the entire lighter began to rapidly change its form. In a short while, a flamethrower appeared in Aslan's hand. He pulled the trigger, and a flame enhanced by magical energy shot out. The next moment, the entire room was turned into a sea of fire.
And these disgusting insects, the first moment they came into contact with the flame, showed signs of being scorched. It was as if some sluice gate had been opened. All the tightly closed doors of the rooms were broken through at this moment, and a black sea of insects surged into the corridor.
"Just how many of these disgusting things did that old insect raise!"
Aiming the nozzle of the flamethrower at the swarming sea of insects, Aslan pulled the trigger again. At this moment, Aslan couldn't help but regret a little that he hadn't created a highly effective insecticide. But fire was also good. At least after burning, not even the corpses of the insects would be left, which saved him from having a pile of insect corpses spread all over the corridor. It would be disgusting to step on them all the way.
Come to think of it, it was a good thing he didn't have trypophobia or entomophobia. People with those two phobias, when faced with the old insect, even if they could kill him in the end, would probably be left with psychological trauma.
Crunch, crunch. Stepping on the charred insect corpses, Aslan, ignoring the fact that the entire house was beginning to burn, walked step by step towards the depths of the house. The door to the underground would definitely not be near the entrance. After all, the secret of the underground was an existence that the old insect desperately wanted to hide. At the same time, the outer area was also the place where the clan members lived their daily lives as a disguise. Placing the door to the underground near the entrance would be too easy to expose.
It was just that this house was so big, and it was also very troublesome to search slowly. He took out his forging hammer from his spatial Mystic Code, and used it to tap on the floor of the house. He used his magical energy to cover the entire floor of the first floor, giving it a new shape. All the wooden boards, as if under the alchemy of the Fullmetal Alchemist, climbed up the walls, revealing the foundation of the entire house. This way, finding the entrance would be much simpler.
The old insect who had just hidden underground had not expected Aslan to have such a method. Before he could get far underground, just outside the basement door he had just closed, the sound of footsteps came. The old insect stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide. Besides himself, there shouldn't be anyone from whom footsteps would come from behind. And these footsteps were approaching rapidly.
That damned old monster, the existence that was preparing to kill him, had he found the entrance to this underground space so quickly?
Cold sweat dripped from the old insect's forehead. The speed of his feet couldn't help but quicken a bit. However, the next moment, the sound of wood being split came from the wooden door.
CRACK—!
The blade of the demonic sword, decorated with red vines, stabbed directly into the basement space. The heat from the burning house, carrying a faint smell of charcoal, also poured into the basement through this opening.