The battle inside the second underground passage was fierce and brutal, but on the first level, everything was quiet. There were no human mercenaries, no monsters of all kinds, just a tall, spectacular and eerie statue.

The statue seemed to be alive and had the ability to heal itself. The body that has long been broken has been "grown" again after a short period of time.

I saw that it looked like a cow, and had two sharp horns on its head. Wings grow from its back, shaped like bats. There are three arms on each side of the body, and the hands hold various weapons.

At the same time, somewhere deep underground, the pair of evil scarlet eyes, the flickering light inside, became brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, in the void around it, countless holy and solemn runes lit up one after another, suppressing its restlessness.

The unknown existence roared silently, knowing that he was not able to break free for the time being, and finally gave up the senseless struggle, fell silent, slowly accumulated strength, and waited for the next outbreak.

……

The old priest, who was walking in a certain passage, suddenly stopped, as if sensing something.

"Lord Jurgen?"

The other men who followed him stopped at the same time.

Jurgen shook his head, and with a slight lift of his left hand, a simple and heavy book in his hand glowed softly. Under the light of the light, the corpses of the monsters that fell to the ground were like snow reflected by the sun, all melted, but they were not melted into the ground.

"Looks like we're going to have to pick up the pace."

The old priest had a solemn face, and with his unscathed entourage, he walked towards the entrance not far ahead.

And around that intersection, all kinds of monsters that should have been densely packed have long been swept away.

……

"Huh~" The thief York opened his mouth, yawned loudly, and then let out a general scream.

"Hah! It's so boring~"

The sound reverberated through the deep passages, reaching far and wide. It seems that the monsters that will not be lacking anywhere are aware of the commotion of Suosuo, which sounds tingling to the scalp.

But York wasn't worried at all, and even thought a little shitty that it would be nice if these monsters could be braver, bolder, and rush over for a hearty fight.

But York also knew that it was impossible. These monsters look terrifying and aggressive, but they also depend on the situation. With their unflattering intelligence, they also know what it means to be afraid.

In this group of humans, the young man who didn't look strong and tall was like a beast of the wilderness to them, a completely unprovoked existence.

If it weren't for the urging of the order engraved on the source of life, they would have run as far as they could, hiding in an unknown corner.

So the monsters, who couldn't advance or retreat, could only stand on both sides of the passage with a cower, almost their entire bodies against the wall, trying not to block the path of the wide passage, hoping that the terrible killing god would not notice them.

Seeing that the restless thief was starting to be funny again, Franco and the others gave him a blank look and ignored it.

To be honest, they find it boring too.

What about the dangers of a good ruins adventure?

Since entering the second passage chosen by York, all the Spirit Fox Mercenary Group and the others have to do is walk, walk, walk.

It's like they're taking a relaxing stroll, plus seeing all sorts of creatures of the abyss, as well as monsters of unknown origin and unnamed.

Dangerous? Not really.

There are battles, but they have nothing to do with them, because Long Aotian is alone and round.

To be precise, it's done with one hand.

It was also at this time that the Spirit Fox Mercenary Group and others saw for the first time what kind of shock and horror it was when he killed the enemy with his own hands on this young man who stood behind him as a supporting role and created all kinds of miraculous achievements.

Three-headed Cerberus? Die!

Evil Eye? Die!

Minotaur? Die!

Gargoyles? Die!

……

A fire demon approaching the strength of the fourth realm? Death is also inevitable!

In front of Long Aotian's slender and delicate left hand like a woman, any monster is killed in seconds.

And it's a big piece of a second.

What is crushing? What is a flat push?

That's crushing! This is called flat pushing!

How strong Long Aotian is, this topic, York They have discussed many times. Even the most optimistic estimates, the most exaggerated imaginations, are not as shocking as the scene seen in front of them.

Under his demon-like left hand, down to the lowest-level three-headed hellhound, up to the powerful flame demon that can wipe out the Spirit Fox mercenary group, the result is not the slightest difference.

What does this mean?

Franco and the others just thought about it in their hearts, and they couldn't stop their hearts beating wildly.

"Holy level! He has definitely reached the realm of saint-level strength! ”

The Spirit Fox Mercenary Group and the others shouted frantically in their hearts.

Ten years ago, the most formal occupational hierarchy on the Oss continent was only the fourfold realm.

The battle is black iron, bronze, silver, and gold.

The priesthood is the magician, the great magician, the magician, the archmagician.

After the changes in heaven and earth, the cultivation of professionals in the entire continent has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the upper limit of the original fourth realm has also been raised, so there is a fifth realm, that is, the "holy level".

Dou Sheng!

Dharma Saint!

How strong are the powerhouses of the fifth realm, the Spirit Fox Mercenary Group and others have no chance to see it. But seeing Long Aotian's performance, they didn't think that this was something that a Golden Fighter could do.

What made Franco's tongue dry the most was that the scene in front of him in the bunker was obviously not the full strength of Long Aotian.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, York looked left and right, and saw that the elven archer was frowning and looking distressed, and couldn't help but touch him with his shoulder.

"Why are you sad, with the boss here, you don't have to worry about anything. What abyssal creatures, traps, all are scum. Even if I'm unlucky and choose the wrong path, I'll just go back and choose again. Is there anyone else, what else can stop us! ”

York spoke boldly, as if he were the one who was in a big deal.

But the elven archer is troubled, obviously not this.

"No, I just think there's a familiar feeling to the mysterious patterns on the ground and on those monsters. I'm sure I've seen these lines before, and they involve something very important. The damn thing is that I have already caught a clue, but I can't remember it. ”

The trembling monsters on both sides of the passage behaved like this, which was naturally the result of the blood lessons of the sacrificed companions. Not only the flesh and blood of humans, but also the corpses of these monsters, can also make the texture of the ground gain energy, and at the same time emerge for Daniel to see.

York was unimpressed by his companion's troubles.

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it, why bother with that effort. As long as you follow the boss, safety is guaranteed. Let's just watch him perform, and by the way, just open his eyes. ”

He was referring to the monsters on both sides, with a wide variety and different images, which were indeed rare to see outside.

Daniel ignored him and continued to frown, meditating.

York was bored, and was about to have some fun, when Franco, who was in front of him, suddenly said:

"Arrived, this seems to be the entrance to the third floor."

York looked up and saw a hole not far in front of him, the same entrance as when he had entered the second floor just now, quietly waiting for their arrival.

"Haha, it seems that I was lucky, and I was selected at once!"