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As the battle came to an end, Ironclad felt the wounds on his body gradually healing under the influence of Blood of Fire. The deep gashes on his skin were rapidly closing, revealing fresh new flesh. With every breath, he could sense his body recovering, the fatigue and weakness slowly fading away.
Suddenly, a memory from the past resurfaced in Ironclad's mind. He saw himself trapped in the demons' hell, enduring various tortures. His hands and feet were bound by cold, hard chains, fixed between two frigid stone walls. He could feel his flesh being torn apart under the demon's torment, every nerve screaming in agony. Yet, with each drop of blood that flowed from him and every painful stimulus he endured, a stronger sense of anger and will to resist surged within his heart.
In the midst of endless pain and torment, his heart grew increasingly resolute. Each time blood dripped from his body, the anger within him blazed like a flame, burning hotter and hotter. Ultimately, in a moment of struggle, he managed to break free from the chains that bound him. His body surged forward, like a beast filled with rage, charging fearlessly toward the demon.
The memory froze as Ironclad, covered in blood, charged fearlessly at the sneering demon. That scene seemed etched deep within Ironclad's soul, every detail vividly clear. The demon's cold laughter, the hellfire blazing behind it, and the indescribable fear and pain flooded through him in an instant.
When Ironclad awakened from his memories, he felt not only a mental shock but also the physical pain of every torment he had endured. He could feel the cold iron chains piercing into his flesh, the agony of being tortured by demons, with every muscle and nerve twitching violently. That pain seemed etched deep within his soul, making it impossible for him to forget.
Ironclad breathed slowly, feeling the hot blood surging through his veins. With each breath, he sensed a powerful force flowing within his body. He closed his eyes slightly, letting go of his thoughts, savoring every moment from the recent battle, and feeling a new strength awakening within him.
A new skill emerged in his memory of battles, it's called "Rend". This is a peculiar ability that allows him to increase his strength when injured, making his power-based skills more powerful. Every wound, every drop of spilled blood, becomes a source of strength for him. He can feel that every wound is conveying a wild power to him, making him stronger and fiercer.
He slowly stood up, stretched slightly, feeling the new strength flowing through his muscles and blood. His sword also seemed to sense this power, becoming sharper and more handy. He waved the sword, and the sword energy whistled, cutting the air in front of him into countless blades, each filled with deadly power.
At that moment, Ironclad's gaze was drawn to a peculiar mushroom. This mushroom was quietly growing on the corpses of the mice, distinctly different from the evil mushrooms encountered earlier. Its colors were a blend of blue and green, adorned with beautiful spots. Strangely, it seemed to emanate a warm and positive aura, evoking a sense of tranquility and harmony.
Ironclad approached cautiously and carefully pulled the mushroom from the corpse, his eyes filled with curiosity and caution. He knew well that nothing in the Spire should be trusted easily; everything could potentially be a dangerous trap. However, the unique atmosphere of this mushroom sparked a hint of curiosity within him.
He carefully observed the mushroom in his hand; its bright colors and unique shape suggested it was a very rare variety. The surface of the mushroom was smooth, radiating a distinctive sheen. He gently touched the surface, feeling a warm energy emanating from it. Ironclad stared intently at the mushroom, contemplating the power that might be hidden within it. In this treacherous and dangerous spire, every choice could impact his life or death. His heart was filled with contradictions—fear of the unknown on one hand, and a yearning for power on the other. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm his mind, but his heartbeat continued to race, as if anticipating something.
The mushroom's colors captivated his attention; it was a blend of blue and green, with spots that seemed to emit a mysterious glow. He gently touched its surface again, feeling its smoothness and the warmth of life it possessed. His intuition told him that this mushroom was entirely different from the evil ones he had encountered before; it seemed to carry a positive energy.
He hesitated again for a moment, but ultimately decided to eat it. He carefully placed the mushroom in his mouth, feeling it gently disintegrate and then slide down his throat into his stomach. The previous hesitation and fear instantly disappeared, replaced by a strong sense of anticipation. He closed his eyes and wholeheartedly felt the changes in his body.
After a while, he felt a warm flow slowly moving through his body, as if every cell was cheering and welcoming this new force. His body seemed to become stronger under the nourishment of this force, with every muscle seemingly filled with strength. His heart was filled with joy and surprise, the feeling was so wonderful that he almost wanted to shout it out.
As time passed, he felt that his body seemed to become taller and stronger. He carefully sensed that both his resistance and recovery abilities had significantly improved. He recalled the battle moments ago, when the evil mushrooms on the rats emitted toxic gas that left him feeling extremely weak. Yet now, this mushroom seemed to have the completely opposite effect, enhancing his body.
Ironclad couldn't help but feel satisfied with his decision. In this perilous place, finding such a fortuitous encounter was undoubtedly a stroke of luck. He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, feeling the newfound strength in his arms, and his confidence grew accordingly.
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