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Judging from the map, Darko's previous estimate was still very accurate, and the length of the corridor on the first floor of the entire death relics was almost more than 120,000 meters. However, from his position to the central hall, it was probably less than 20,000 meters. 20,000 meters is not too long, but it is definitely not short.

Darko calmed down and sorted out his current situation, and then found that he needed to run around the ruins like a great escape to reach the hall that led to the entrance to the second floor. Darko sighed depressedly, he was a little worried about the safety of Phyllis and a few others, but now this situation was also helpless, neither of them knew the location of the others, so they could only go to the second floor by themselves.

Darko didn't rush to the road, but first probed the intersection of this corridor, he carefully walked along the edge of the intersection of the three corridors, and sure enough, no alchemical traps were triggered. He tried to take another step, stepping out of the invisible boundary of this intersection, and a stream of gray-yellow gas erupted from the side wall, and he felt numb all over his body after only one inhalation, because of his poisonous anti-glyph relationship.

Dakko hurriedly retreated to the intersection of the corridors, leaning against the wall to work his magic, slowly expelling the toxins from his body. After such an experiment, Darko confirmed his suspicion that there was indeed no alchemical trap at the intersection of the corridor, and that the area was in the shape of a square with the corner at the end of the corridor as the apex, and the four sides seemed to be invisible borders, enclosing a safe area. As long as you don't go beyond this boundary, you won't trigger any alchemy traps.

With this discovery, Dakko has increased his confidence in rushing to the second floor, and these safe areas are like a station on the journey, allowing people to take a break and regain their magic and stamina. But Darko's mind was even more puzzled, what was the purpose of this ruin? If these alchemy traps were to prevent others from coming, then they should not set up such a safe zone, and many traps should also be set to the maximum attack strength allowed by the strength of the material. And now this situation seems to be like a special release of water.

With this doubt in mind, Darko took out a bottle of ink and a large piece of parchment half a meter square, and rubbed the map on the floor tiles. The parchment was already enchanted and post-processed, and he had bought it with the intention of cutting it and copying it. Now there is no other way but to use this to rub the map. Then he found a route on the map that led to the entrance to the second floor, and he found that the corridors actually led in all directions, and there was actually not one route to the hall, but dozens of ways to get there. Daktronics didn't have much time to waste, so he could only mark out what seemed like the shortest route, and when he was ready to stop, he chose the left direction and headed for the next safe area.

Running through the corridor, Darko was also an eye-opener, he had never imagined that the alchemy trap could have so many tricks. Gears, levers, pulleys, axles, bevels, coils, springs...... There are also various different types of machinery that Dacko can't name, corresponding to a variety of different weapons, and all kinds of things are beckoning towards him without heaviness.

What's even more outrageous is that these weapons are all excellent level weapons, and such a weapon can be sold for two or three thousand gold coins casually on the market, but here it is littered like garbage. Darko couldn't stand it, and the weapons that hit him on the frost armor and the closer ones he easily put into the spatial ring. The one who is far away can only endure the pain of love, he has not yet reached the point of asking for money and dying, and he has not forgotten the tragic situation of the helmet man before his death.

Alchemy traps for weapons are still relatively affordable, while other types of traps are very annoying to Darko, such as magic, poison gas, and explosions...... Nothing good at all if you do any damage. Fortunately, the power of these traps is not as great as that of weapon traps, and he can deal with them more casually.

A long corridor more than 100 meters long ran down, and Darko also saw a number of corpses, most of which were low-level samurai who were used as cannon fodder by various families, and now they were consumed in vain, which was a pity. There were two living people, two of those three were warriors of the Thunder Church, and the other was a mage of the Rochek Lunmending family, and they all stood in place and did not dare to move. They were also very surprised when they saw Darko running over against the attack of the alchemy trap, but they didn't follow, but leaned against the wall to watch Darko leave, obviously not wanting to have anything to do with him. This is also in line with Darko's heart, this is the first layer of the death relics just now, and I don't know how many layers there will be below, and it is best not to clash between the various forces now.

When he ran to the next safe area, Darko was surprised to find that there was also a living man, a junior samurai, who was huddled in a corner shivering. Darko just glanced at the man and ignored the man, taking care of himself to make up for the defensive magic and walking around the border of the safe zone, still no alchemy trap triggered. This safe area is the intersection of two horizontal and vertical corridors, in the form of an intersection, and the four corners of the wall mark the boundary of the safe area.

Dakko went to the center again, and sure enough, he found that there was a similar map on the floor tiles, but the bulge indicating the location was different. Since there were maps in the safe areas at the intersection of each corridor, the enchanted parchment he had used to rub the map was no longer useful. However, this is an inevitable waste, after all, no one can predict the future with 100% accuracy, and if you want to be fully prepared for something, there must be a lot of preliminary preparation that is useless. This is true of the cannon fodder prepared by the major powers, as well as the enchanted parchment wasted by Darko.

After choosing the next safe area to reach on the map, Darko was about to move on, when the junior samurai, who had been huddled by the wall, suddenly raised his head in horror and ran over when he saw Darko. Darko saw that this person wanted to approach him, and was about to cast a spell to stop it, but saw this junior warrior kneeling directly on the ground, kowtowing and crying and saying, "Master Magician, please save me, I was originally a resident of Bulon Island, and I was brought here by the Lopez family. I didn't expect that there was danger everywhere in here, I was so scared, please take me out......"

"Bloon?Lopez family?" Darko remembered the Noonan he met at the auction, and asked casually, "You are a slave bought by the Lopez family, right?"

Hearing this, the junior warrior suddenly froze, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. Seeing the expression of this junior samurai, Darko had already guessed the general situation, the Lopez family failed to bid for the gray mirror, and then bought a batch of slaves on the spot on Bulon Island. However, it seems that Nonan still does not change his petty and childish character, and even slaves are reluctant to buy some middle and high-level ones. As for this junior samurai, it is likely that he was in a safe area just after being randomly teleported into the ruins of death, and saw the tragic deaths of the others in the corridor, so he curled up in a corner and did not dare to advance.

"Since you are a slave of the Lopez family, then I have no right to interfere in the internal affairs of the Lopez family, you better figure it out yourself. After Dakko finished speaking, he ran straight out of the safe area and ran all the way down the corridor.

"Don't leave me, Master Magician, please!" the junior samurai cried out in a mournful voice, and when he saw Darko running away, he also ran out of the safe area, "Ah!"

After a scream, there was no more sound, and Darko knew that the junior samurai was dead. In fact, Darko could have given him an escape teleportation scroll to help him get out of the Dead Ruins. But first, it was a slave of the Lopez family, and Darko had no right to dispose of it, and second, he didn't have the capital to do that. Even if he copied more escape teleportation scrolls, he would still keep them for the cannon fodder of the Nike Remones family, who were at least slaves of his own family. The issue of position should not be taken lightly.

In the attack that erupted from an alchemy trap, Darko rushed forward in this way, breaking a bloody path in the sword, spear, sword, and halberd. This was originally a berserker's way of fighting, but because of the special setting of the first floor of the Death Relic, he had to run away like this.

Darko ran through the safe areas, slowly moving towards the location of the hall on the map. Along the way, he also met many members of various forces, most of them corpses, and a few of them were alive. Some people also discovered the characteristics of this layer of alchemy traps, and encountered them in the same safe area as Darko, but due to the different forces they were in, they did not go the same way, but chose different routes.

During this time, Darko also encountered a priest of the Church of Flames, who pretended to be standing on the edge of the corridor and waited for Darko to pass, but attacked Darko as he passed by, trying to kill Darko along with the alchemy trap. But Darko had always been cautious where there were living people, and he was two levels above the other party, and he quickly killed the priest under the suppression of the ranks.

Although Darko had won the battle, a haze appeared in his heart, and he remembered the information that Agani had revealed to him, and hinted at it in such a subtle way. After all, Agani is only the heir, not the Flame Pope, and even less the patriarch of the House of Saxony. Darko thought of Agani's hint that he was careful, and if a bounty had been posted on him within the Flame Church, then there was nothing Agani could do. But now that Darko knows this, he will pay more attention to it when facing the followers of the Flame Church in the future.

After a full three hours of travel, Darko had passed a hundred safe areas, and from the map he was almost halfway there. After learning the characteristics of the alchemy trap, Dakko was able to deal with it calmly along the way, and his routine of running and stopping was not too tiring, but he always needed to maintain a high level of mental tension. The continuous corpses in the corridor were the best markers, and when he slackened a little, he immediately tensed his nerves. In this way, even with Darko's mental strength, he felt a little tired.

Darko was resting against the wall of a safe area, when suddenly several figures appeared in the corridor on the right, and Darko looked over, only to see that the figures were already dead, and a wisp of dead breath circled in the corridor and passed by the corpses, and they turned into zombies and stood up and walked towards the side of the corridor.

Darko's eyes lit up, there was only one person who could refine the undead in this way, and that was George. Darko hurriedly ran in the direction the zombie was moving, and after passing through two more safe areas, he saw George's figure. At this time, George was radiating death in all directions, transforming the corpses killed by the alchemy trap into zombies, and then controlling them to move together to the corridor leading to the direction of the hall, and the alchemy trap was completely consumed in the accumulation of zombies. Even some of the mechanical traps were stuffed with the rotten flesh of the zombies, and they could no longer function.

George also had two necromancers from the Nike Remmons family beside him, it seemed that they met by chance on the way, and when he saw Darko, George was also very surprised, he didn't expect Darko to be able to pass through various traps so calmly, "Darko, good job, judging from the way you are going, the location you teleported to should be farther than me from the hall, thank you." ”

Darko ran forward, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Do you feel the strangeness in this?"

"It's strange indeed, as if His purpose was just to sift through a group of people and let the rest go to the next level. George nodded, and said with a solemn expression, "Among the information about the death relics inherited by our family, there is only information about the size of the half-plane, and there is no relevant information about how many layers are divided into layers, what is the situation of each layer, and so on. ”

Darko looked at the corridor that was being cleaned up by zombies and said, "This way is a bit too wasteful, after all, your mana is also limited, it is better to go straight through." ”

George smiled bitterly and sighed, "This is also something that can't be helped, I don't have defensive magic as strong as your frost armor, and if you rush hard, it will consume more mana than refining zombies." ”

Darko looked down the corridor, where the dozens of zombies that were left had been slaughtered by the alchemy trap. Zombies won't die as long as their heads aren't broken, but there are many slower but powerful traps in the alchemy traps, which have turned those zombies into severed limbs and completely lost the ability to move.

Just when Darko was puzzled, he saw George stretching out his right hand straight, and his palm was emitting some strange energy upward. George's palms clenched slowly, and he said with a little seriousness, "Darko, look ahead! ”

As George's palms closed, the pile of zombies' fragmented limbs and flesh on the corridor seemed to come to life, wriggling like maggots, converging and growing larger in the wriggling, and continuing to gather towards the center point. In this way, all kinds of organs and limbs merged into a ball of flesh, and the ball of flesh suddenly fluctuated violently, forming limbs, torso, and head in the fluctuations.

The lump of flesh continued to advance towards the far end of the corridor, the alchemy traps on either side still attacking, scarring the lump of flesh. However, the wounded mass of flesh immediately recovered from its injuries during the wriggling and continued to move forward intact.

Darko and the rest of the necromancers were all frightened by this scene, and they couldn't believe their eyes for a moment. Darko had spent a long time in the Hell of the Undead, so he naturally recognized this undead creature, "This is ............"

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