The world rolls over for a while, and then it will eventually come to peace. Grisenda ate a mouthful of dirt, only to feel that her face was wet, dizzy, and difficult to open her eyes. She remembered in a daze that she had stumbled into a huge hole, and for some strange reason she didn't resist, just let her body fall down.

What was the force that prompted her not to resist? She didn't know, as if Nisol's words had shattered something in her heart, but had erected a stronger wall.

The fall didn't hurt Grisenda in any real way, and the impact of that magnitude barely scratched her skin. The walls made of mud and limestone are soft and wet, and there is no raised hard rock yet. As long as the person who falls down is a warrior whose strength is not too bad and can use the qi in his body, he can support himself and protect his body with the help of the potholed wall.

When she came to her senses, she began to observe where she was. This is a deep underground cavern, and when you look up, you can't see the sun. But it was covered with purple glowing mushrooms, which made Glicenta barely make out the general picture ahead. The air was filled with the smell of wet mud and mold, and in the darkness in the distance, except for the eerie purple glow, only the staggered underground passages loomed in front of me. Glicenta only lifted her leg slightly, and she felt the soles of her shoes sticky.

A cold wind blew from above. At least there is no danger of suffocation here. She was the only one around, but she had a feeling of unhappiness being watched.

"Nisol!"

Grisenda called softly, then raised her voice again, but no one answered but echoed. At this moment, her fear rushed over her again, and a chill crept up her shoulders, making her shiver.

Purple glowing mushrooms crawl all over the walls, and an intricate underground labyrinth of mud and stone blocks is intricate. Grisenda casually looked for a direction, got into a few tunnels, and immediately became a little dazed. Following the faint light, he suddenly saw a shadow flash.

"Nisol?"

As soon as she said this, she immediately dismissed the thought she had just had—such a strange and huge shadow was clearly not something that a humanoid creature could create. Grisenda thought of where she was going on the ground, and guessed nine times out of ten where she was. She gripped her thunderous sword, a slight surge of electricity rushing through the hilt and touching her skin, giving her a little courage.

Grisenda stepped back, and her right foot suddenly touched something completely different from what it had just touched. There was a faint sound of various disgusting creatures squirming together. Grisenda said something bad secretly, and turned around to find that her right foot was just stepping on a red-marked, Momike egg. There is red and yellow mucus coming out of it.

"Hiss~"

The disgusting sound of hard objects grinding and internal organs churning came from behind her, sending Glicenta's hair to stand on end, and a great sense of crisis swept through her body. She felt a behemoth waiting for an opportunity, about to touch her body. If Mage Dansur were standing here, she would immediately see the magic runes on her skin glow more intensely than the stars in an instant, and the poor Momike behind her was immediately engulfed by the powerful electric light, turning it into a pile of charred coal.

Thousands, densely packed. Countless pairs of bright red eyes looked in her direction with a hungry look. A huge, unreachable underground cavern came into Glicenta's eyes.

She let out a long sigh. Getting closer and closer behind her, the rustling sound became denser and denser, and she knew that she had no choice but to fight. She drew her long sword, held it in both hands, and whispered:

"Thundering Sword, Attack ......"

"Wow ......"

Tiny currents gathered from all sides, gradually forming an unstoppable thunderbolt. Instead of the faint glow of glowing mushrooms and thousands of Momichael's eyes, the thunderbolt pierced the murky air, lighting up the dark cavern in an instant, slicing a quivering crack in the horde of terrifying creatures.

"Whew, whew!"

Several flames streaked through the darkness, and the target was very clearly directed at Glicenta. During her rapid attack, she came across the creatures that were firing the flames—smaller, smaller, giant ants with red scales. Their mouths open and close, condensing from their throats and spewing out of fireballs. Anything that burns with red flames explodes as soon as it touches the wall. While the fireballs weren't fast enough to make Grisenda dodge, they still seriously interfered with her chances of finding a way out.

"Flash...... Two flashes...... Arc ......"

All sorts of on-the-spot move names were used, but Grisenda couldn't break through the obstacles and kill the flaming Momike one by one. These cunning elites were scattered around the vast caverns, flanked by a larger group of ordinary Mormack guards with harder shells. And every time Grisenda swooped down, there would always be waves of giant ants that could not be killed, blocking her path.

Now the situation on the field is clear: these ugly creatures that can't kill enough are trying to drag Grisenda down here with an extremely large number. She stepped on the vertical rock wall, escaped by inertia to an isolated stone platform, and watched the countless Momack step on the corpses of her companions to gather towards her, and for a moment she forgot to move.

Her hands were a little limp. Because of the strenuous exercise, her extremely strong physical fitness is also a little unbearable. There are a large number of charred cracks and craters of rubble around the cavern, all created by Grisenda during the attack. But these ravines are also destined to be filled. When Mormike had exhausted her strength, no one would ever know that she had died in such a remote and unknown place.

At this time, she immediately felt an extremely strong and primal fear reappear. This sense of intimidation was something she had never felt even when facing the thousands of troops of the Messiah. For a moment, she felt as if she had returned to the Inori Desert four years ago. 300 misty hunters swooped down from the hills, and 300 ferocious saber-toothed tigers disrupted the formation of tens of thousands of Messia legionnaires in an instant, achieving a great effect of turning the tide of battle. Directly behind the Irmari reinforcements, a phalanx of 12 high-ranking guardian knights watched the battle on the sidelines. Standing calmly among the 12 people, holding a shield in his left hand and a meteor hammer in his right hand, the paladin was wearing extremely heavy cross armor and shining with golden eyes, looking at him with golden eyes hidden in his battle helmet.

Grisenda remembered him. It was one of the strongest trump cards of the Warrior Guild, the fourth-ranked "Paladin" Piracel.

No, how could I have met him in that battle?

Grisenda's brain tingled, as if someone had snooped into her atrium. She suddenly remembered that during the Battle of Enori, she had not gone to the front line, let alone seen the arrival of Irmari's reinforcements, and the Paladin Pirachel, who commanded them, watching her. Those memories she had never had, how could they suddenly appear in her mind?

Aza's elemental ring still gave her fingers a cool touch, a mysterious power infused into her body, dispelling the unpleasant feeling of being invaded just now.

"Whoosh!"

A huge fireball flew straight at her cheek, and Glicenta's pupils shrank sharply, and she retreated into the air against the wall. But a huge wave of heat and ferocious flames still pounced on her, burning the chest part of her cloak, revealing the tight blue steel armor.

Her body seemed to draw power from the ring, but she couldn't vouch for it. The protruding rock where she had stayed had shattered inch by inch, and her eyes suddenly glowed more calmly than ever before as she saw herself about to fall into the black waves that countless Momicha had piled up. Grisenda knew she couldn't face the enemy in such an empty underground cavern, and the only possible way was to find a trail that Mormike couldn't climb up and take advantage of her small size. Only in a confined space can a bolt of lightning have the power to sweep through everything.

It was pitch black.

Glicenta leaped upwards from the last foothold, pointed the tip of her sword forward, and shouted:

"Thunderstorm, ruling!"

Countless thin, scattered currents crept across the dome of the massive cavern, illuminating the rocky sky as far as the eye could see. In the convex stones of some mold and limestone piles were hidden, an upward passage closest to her. But the inertia caused by the jump had faded away, and she couldn't get out of the hole.

A fireball erupted from the ground.

Grisenda squinted slightly, turned over slightly, and held the sword across his chest, and the blade immediately flashed blue-white blinding lightning.

"Thunderstorm, Thunder Shield ......"

A power grid woven from tiny electric currents stood in front of her. She adjusted her angle and let the fireball explode in front of her.

"Boom!"

The force of the impact lifted her body upwards. Glicenta thrust her sword into the crack in the cavern, reached out and grasped the edge of the small upward cavern, embedded her finger in the rubble, and sent herself into another narrow darkness.

She climbed up for a long time, until the hissing of Mormike beneath her had faded away, and then she finally came to an end. It's a 90° corner, and beyond that, Grisenda finally doesn't need to do any more pull-up movements, just defy gravity and explore through the shimmer of glowing mushrooms.

The passages are getting wider and wider, and there are more and more glowing mushrooms, and the smell of wet and sticky earth fills the air. In the endless tunnel, under the soft earth, countless Momack eggs crawled all over this strange area.

The whole pothole suddenly opened up.

A crypt resembling the heart of a human has emerged. Many vessel-like passages converged here, and a bunch of colorful Momike eggs were spread here, and from time to time a faint sound could be heard from them. Fluorescent powder oozes from the purple mushrooms, and they float in the air, forming a dark and fantastical portrait.

But here, only one thing caught her eye.

In a small recess made of rotten wood and dirt that could only hold a few people, there was a much larger Momike with a shell covered in blue-green mold and white fluff. Part of it was buried in the earth, and the upper body that protruded remained motionless. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many eyes to look at Grisenda, she might have thought it would have been dead.

"Lost poor man......" It rolled its countless drowsy eyes, moved its mouth slightly, and even opened its mouth to speak, "Lost, poor man...... Let me see you...... No, you can't...... When you're strong enough to have a black shard, talk to me......"

"You're ......" Glicenta sent a chill down her spine. In this aging Mo Macry, with her keen sense of battle, she smelled a trace of strange coercion. "Are you a human or a worm?"

Countless drowsy eyes closed.

"Didn't anyone tell you about me...... So where do you come from? Kid...... I am the mother of the earth, the nurturer of the land beneath your feet...... Before you is a demigod who has not seen the light of day for thousands of years......"