Many mutated tentacles that reached into the sky were slowly swaying, and poisonous tentacles were spreading into branches against the sky, and a thick mist rose in the hollow, and the fog constantly showed phantoms of past cities, fortresses, palaces, and so on.

Here, perhaps only the aurora-like arc between the pillars was the only thing in sight that was reassuring and pleasing to the eye, and at this distance, it looked like a hazy shimmering ribbon.

"These ...... You made it?"

The pillars were not made of stone, but were made of man-made materials, and although the white paint had been dusted and peeled off, it was still reminiscent of how bright and wide it was in the past, and around the pillars one could see a large number of ancient magical devices arranged along the walls, connected by pipes or metal columns, and another part of the pipes that extended from these devices converged in the center of the hall: there stood a dozen strangely shaped objects.

They have a metal pedestal, and on the pedestal is a transparent tubular structure that resembles a biological culture tank, and a heavy top lid can be seen at the top of the tubular structure, which is engraved with runes and magic circles, but all the runes have been extinguished.

Looking at the neatly arranged devices in front of him, Roger could almost imagine the containers once filled with biomass solvents, soaked in test subjects - and around these containers were the Imperial Magisters who were busy walking around, recording the various parameters of the samples in the containers, and occasionally using spells to stimulate the samples inside, and handling the "test subjects" of the same race as them in the containers with an almost inhuman, cold attitude.

"It's incredible...... What is this?" Senna looked at the mysterious ancient magic devices with an almost eccentric expression, the neatly arranged runes and the delicate metal structure that amazed her, "Such a complex combination of runes...... Such a seamlessly assembled ...... Such a neat and uniform part...... How did they do it?!"

His gaze swept over the cultivation vessels, consoles, magic bases, and sensors that were thousands of years old and had different styles, and finally landed on a nearby wall, and his eyes couldn't help but stare at it.

There is a huge line of writing in the divine script:

Our exploration never ends.

At this time, the slave's whole body had swelled violently, an ominous red light diffused from his swollen and torn flesh, countless chaotic and vicious runes quickly crawled all over his skin, and the poor man, who had long since lost his mind, finally let out a cry of pain, but before he could turn into a bomb and completely explode, Roger finally arrived.

The explosion rang out, and the slave exploded like a balloon that had swelled to the limit, and all the flesh and bones instantly turned into deadly shotguns, flying out in all directions, and even though they were far from the crowd, some of the hard bones still crackled on the wooden table at the registration entrance, leaving craters of varying shades on it—if Senna hadn't just put the recorder to the ground in time, the hapless creature would have been disfigured.

Even though it was a large living person exploding on the spot, there wasn't much flesh and blood overflowing here - the moment the magic was activated, it seemed to produce an extremely high temperature, and it was heating up from the inside out, all the debris of the explosion had been carbonized, and there were only a large number of black and hard fragments near the explosion crater.

And this is just the beginning, as if the horn was blown, a steady stream of shadow god servants poured out of the hollow, Senna could hardly believe her eyes, no one could have imagined that there were so many shadow god servants hidden next to her tribe.

The magic power was injected into the blade, and the scorching light erupted from the blade, and Roger's armor was also covered with a layer of pale white shimmer, and then he jumped up, directly across the distance of dozens of meters, and slashed down from the sky towards the monster that had just reacted.

As he leaped out, a hazy shadow flashed through the air, and then the last of the four monsters shook - it had just been caught by Roger's attention, and was looking up to the sky to let out a chaotic roar, but its back was attacked by a cat's paw, and it fell to the ground after a critical blow.

"Okay, take care of my body, why did you throw it into the monster pile!"

Andrea emerged from the shadows and roared at Roger with her fur, but now was clearly not the time to settle the score, as it began to move around the other monster that had already reacted, her small fleshy claws melting like ice and snow when they hit the monster, just like the claws enchanted with +99 divine power.

Roger's long sword had already been cut down, slashing the first servant of the gods, and then he did not pursue, but turned around and pounced directly on the monster with an ancient sword in its abdomen, just as he expected: although a sword in the stomach was not a fatal wound to the freak, it would also affect its activities, in the face of Roger's fierce attack, it only resisted twice, and was directly cut into two pieces.

If you have the strength to cut the enemy in two, then it doesn't matter if you hit the weak point or not.

The divine servant in front of him let out a chaotic and inexplicable roar, its dying murmur mixed with the power that could disturb people's minds, but Roger didn't care about the momentary trance in his mind, and with the strength of twisting his body, the blade had already slashed the enemy who was slashed by his first sword. hacker

"No, you can't move forward at all! Here they will come back to life! We need to jump!"

In the end, Andrea was so experienced that she noticed that it was not a continuous stream, but a continuous resurrection, and when she heard the words, she didn't have time to react, Roger pulled Senna and jumped, and Usugru also jumped.

"Whew~" There was indeed no shadow servant in the hollow, stepping on the tentacles inside the sacred tree, Roger breathed a long sigh of relief.

The Divine Servant did leave a lot of traces of pollution in the process of wandering—although the aura of chaotic magic had quickly dissipated, there were still many traces left due to the timely discovery of it.

Following the pollution that would appear from time to time, Roger and his party continued to advance inside the sacred tree, and to Roger's surprise, the High Priest Usugru was surprisingly strong, and when Senna was already panting, the High Priest still had no change in color.

"It should be there. ”

Usugru and his party approached a gap between the tentacles, and the red glow inside the gap made Roger wary.

The group of three climbed the tentacles and looked far away at the gap in the mountain in front of them, where there were not many vegetation cover, and the exposed gray-white rock was as lifeless as a broken skeleton, and the whole terrain seemed to be cut by a sharp axe, and below the gap, a disturbing gray-black mist could already be clearly seen rising.

After doing their job of concealment, the three of them cautiously touched forward, and before they were halfway there, a rotting breath was already coming from the front.

"......Hmmm," Senna retched in a low voice, this nausea was not a physical discomfort, but more like an discomfort engraved on the soul.

The trail below was shrouded in a grey-black mist, where the plants withered and mutated, the rocks and dirt sprouted horrific spikes and tentacles, and countless mollusc-like masses wriggled and tumbled between the dirt and rocks, a disgusting sight, and hordes of divine servants staggered along the path that looked like a road to hell, flesh and mud dripping from the chaotic faces, and a profane and low murmur emanating from their chests and humming in the air.

There were several tall shadows hidden between the tentacles, and Senna glanced at them curiously, and suddenly trembled like chaff.

Four huge humanoid creatures like flesh and bones giants were embedded in the tentacles, their faces dripping with red mud had no facial features, but there seemed to be a chaotic, blasphemous, and indescribable roar between their chests and abdomen, and the dry muscle tissue was exposed to the air, and three of the skeletons did not exist, only the body, and the only one that was intact was a snake head.

The serpent's head of a Shadow Servant.

"Don't be intimidated by the surface, in fact, there are not as many of them as you think," Andrea knew what kind of misconceptions ordinary people would have when they first saw the Divine Servant, so she patiently explained, "Those mist and the vegetations surging on the ground will give you the illusion of a large number, but if you count carefully, the number is probably less than a thousand ......."

Roger was stunned, and carefully estimated the number of divine servants shaking in his sight: "It seems that there are really only a few hundred ......"

But then he reacted: "But there are only four of us in total, and there are two more who can't fight!"

"Two, did you count yourself?" Squinting at Usugru, Andrea continued, "Be content, it's better than my worst could have hoped. ”

"My biggest concern was that they were outnumbered by too much of that 'line' - in that case they would increase rapidly, as if they were growing out of the air, and now there are no new Servants of God growing out of the air, which means that they are not numbered beyond that line, or a little bit over, but not to the point where they will grow naturally......"

"They are not normal living beings, they do not need to eat in a magical environment, and they have no clear purpose to act other than the instincts of attacking intelligent beings and gravitating towards magical sources. If there is a human or magical reaction within range, they will pounce, but if not, they will wander aimlessly, or stay where they are. ”

"Well, I'll just say how can there be that feeling of disgust, it should be these things of the previous generation. ”