The staircase leading to the basement was still tightly covered with stone slabs, and a thin layer of dust covered it, and it looked like it had been unfooted for a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Iss squatted on the edge of the stone slab and hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and lifted it.

The narrow staircase stretched into the darkness, and a slight coolness poured out of the ground, but it did not look eerie. Iss took a moment to consider whether it was time to wait for Eren to come back...... But he knows the road, so it shouldn't be a big deal to take a look at it first, right?

Akan looked curiously behind him, but his thick body had a little difficulty even squeezing through the door.

“...... Stay here. Iss turned back and told him with a serious face, "No one is allowed to come in." ”

The big man who got the task nodded vigorously, and simply sat down in the doorway, grinning at him.

The basement door was locked. Isis stood alone in front of the door, remembering the first time he saw the door. He was less than half the height of the door, and Nya grunted and crouched on the ground with a lock as he traced curiously the clear arabesque iron ornament on the door. It was the newest door he had ever seen in the ruined castle, and there was not even a trace of rust on the iron trim...... But now, brushing away the light veil of cobwebs, the arabesques are mottled and blurred by the black and yellow rust.

The rust even spread to the keyhole, and even Nia probably wouldn't be able to open it so easily. Iss considered the possibility of smashing it open with violence - and the consequences, and was a little reluctant to give up.

A faint tremor came from underground, stopping him from leaving. Ordinary people probably don't feel this kind of shock at all...... Not like the roar that seemed to overturn the entire castle two years ago, but more like a shiver of fear.

Ise took a deep breath and slammed his foot on the door.

The door mechanism has long been lifted, otherwise he would not have been so unscrupulous...... The whole door shattered under his feet with ease, and he almost fell headlong into it with too much force.

Perhaps the power to protect this place has weakened, and the door has become fragile. In the sudden, corrupt damp air, Iss caught a hint of magic.

It was magic that didn't belong here, with a strange scorching stench, like a trace left in the air after a violent lightning strike.

Is's face sank - an outsider had broken into this place.

Dragons know magic. Although they use magic in a way that is far less subtle than that of elves and humans, they can discern subtle differences by instinct alone. Guarding this place is the power of the water god, and Scott's power is the scorching flames...... The breath of the daring intruder, but with a distinctive, stench from hell.

In complete darkness, the line of sight gradually cleared. Isis strode towards the entrance to the labyrinth, the half-open door looking almost like some kind of mockery or provocation...... He stopped abruptly when one foot was about to step in—the subtle mechanism he might not be able to detect, and the trap set by magic stood to him like a large pit dug in the ground in the bright sun.

The flames of anger rushed up from the bottom of my heart, burning violently, and could no longer be suppressed.

This is Christenburg...... This is his home. Even if he didn't like this labyrinth built in the name of the gods at all, this was his territory...... Who would dare to break into his home so arrogantly and even set a trap to stop the real master?!

He stretched out his hand, and a small whirlwind in his palm swirled rapidly, fine snowflakes embraced each other in the wind, flickering ice crystals silently condensed in the darkness, and the slightly cool air in the basement gradually became cold as if it would be completely frozen in the next moment.

The wind of ice and snow roared into the entrance of the labyrinth, and the vague figure of a snow eagle loomed in the eye of the wind. The triggered trap weaves a black web in the whirlwind, and a dazzling electric snake hovers over the web. In the blink of an eye, this square inch of the underground was completely swallowed up by a blizzard.

The snow eagle let out a sharp chirp and smashed through the black net, but at that moment it also shattered into countless snow blocks, spinning and smashing on the four walls. The rocks shattered in the shaking froze under the thick ice before they were swept up in the wind, and the rapidly spreading ice firmly supported the entrance that would have collapsed.

The blizzard disappeared as abruptly as it had fallen. Isis withdrew his hand, and his face didn't look much better at all.

He had just wanted to throw out a blizzard. Snow Eagle with a hint of life can trigger traps, but he doesn't take into account the possibility of the entrance collapsing...... Someone who had changed his magic, and though it didn't seem to be malicious, it still didn't make him happy.

He admits that the few magic he has is simple and crude, but he hates such self-righteous interference...... Even if it was the labyrinth itself that interfered with him.

But now was not the time to think about it—he told himself angrily, and with a twelve-point rage, he rushed down the slippery passage into the labyrinth.

Aaron Mancini glanced back unconsciously, clenching his cane.

He heard the wind, and the faint tremors...... It's all common here, but it still makes him nervous.

The passage was empty. The walls were no longer filled with the ornate reliefs above, and the vague runes on the unpolished rocks seemed even more dangerous...... The light created by the magic was much dimmer than usual, it couldn't shine far at all, and there was some kind of formidable power in the impenetrable darkness, not fierce, not even as aggressive as the power emanating from the staff in his hand, but it was impossible to ignore.

He hadn't felt such uneasiness for a long time, and even the initial excitement was gradually unable to resist the invisible pressure of the silent stone walls. It seemed that from the moment he stepped into the labyrinth, a voice calmly but sternly reminded him that he did not belong here...... He is not persona non grata.

The labyrinth beneath Fort Klossers—he had heard this legend a long time ago. But there is no conclusive evidence, and the legend has too many mythological overtones. So he wisely judged it to be a false aura that the Chrissians had woven for themselves, and did not bother to pay attention to it anymore...... What a stupid conceit.

There are so many things in this world that he can't understand and can't grasp.

Mancini was familiar with the other side of Stonebutch, the side in the dark. But whether it's the strange layout of the three-storied tower, or the secret passages that extend in all directions of Lockburg, the mysterious tomb of the mage king...... Compared with the antiquity and heaviness here, it shows a bit of grandstanding naivety and frivolity.

And in the midst of it, he felt his insignificance like never before.

But he couldn't back down. All he knew was the way forward. At least so far, he hasn't been hurt in any way...... and obstructions.

The power that protects him is as old and powerful as it is here.

Mancini comforted himself, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and focused all his attention on his feet, not looking back.

. (To be continued.) )