《The destruction and creation system》Chapter 85 - invasion
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nick looked at the sword at his waist which he felt an inflated sense of pride which he immediately ignored. he sighed at the headache he had somehow gotten himself into since he knew that if someone gets a treasure far beyond his strength his life is in danger. "something wrong?" lo mia asked not understanding nicks sigh. "yes and no, yes because my sword is far too valuable and no because other than hat i'm fine."nick said calmly. lo mia looked at nick confused. "how would they know the value of the sword without you saying anything about the spirit?" she says confused. nicks eyes grow wide as he realizes shes right. after settling everything in the now missing square they set off towards the main hall where the treasury should be located as was standard in the sects.
meanwhile in the darkest pit of hell a massive army of shadowy figures had gathered. the air swirled with a thick purple energy that thrummed as though filled with anticipation. In the air above the swarm of fiendish beings a humanoid creature that was two meters tall and had grey skin with glowing purple cracks randomly streaked across the visible parts of the body. Each finger ended with black claws ,each elbow had a sharp black spike about an inch long while a thin whip-like tail and large webbed wings sprouted from the creatures back. the creatures head was almost like a normal human males face except that it was bald with two spiral horns that grew from the side above the ears . a deep powerful voice boomed from its mouth speaking the common tongue . "fellow demons!" the area grew quiet. " long ago the races of restrus banished our race to this decrepit place mercilessly!" the army starts roaring and cursing the races of restrus before the flying demon raised its hand silencing the army. "however a few of our human servants who escaped the cleansing of the other races managed to repopulate their species and are now the dominant race on the planet. they developed ways to cultivate and now stand equal even to the despicable angels. as a result our race must strike the human race hard so that they can not interfere with our return!" the army howled as they released their blood l.u.s.t causing the air above them to shift and swirl.
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nick and lo mia make their way to the main hall of the sect where a large group of cultivators are gathered as they all try to open the massive door that should be the vault . 'system , appraise that door!' nick mentally commanded.
*ding*
*appraising.... complete.*
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name:deceiving doors
rank:4
description: large doors that serve no purpose that are designed not to open , occasionally used to distract people from the truly valuable vault located nearby.
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after reading the appraisal nick sent a qi message to lo mia telling her that the doors were a lie and that he was going to try to find the real vault . lo mia was surprised that nick knew that the door was false but chose to trust him as he is a very honest person in her opinion. nick went around the room casually which made the other people think he was waiting for the vault to open so they ignored him , in fact nick was actually appraising every item he found to try and figure out where the vault is surprisingly nick even found an item with a spirit albeit only a flame ranked one but a spirit nonetheless . eventually nick found a horrible looking jade cup that had cracks all over it and was covered in dirt but the appraisal showed an entirely different side.
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name: hidden vault
description: the vault of the weightless blade sect designed specifically so it was very unassuming , must activate using the appropriate method.
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