At six o'clock in the morning of the ninth day of the first month of the winter month, the five hundred top senior warriors specially selected from the three legions under the rule of Bemius were assembled.

Although the soldiers came from various brigades, they had been fighting together here for five years, and most of them knew each other, whispering hello and asking about the reason for this gathering, but they were all only low-level soldiers, how could they know the specific reason, they could only guess that Bemius was going to carry out a major purge, so the elite of the legion was concentrated.

Together with Bemius's guards, a group of more than 600 people, entered Gaslant, and Bemius gave the order of the former captain, only one, to kill any monsters he saw, and humans.

Although the captain had doubts, he also claimed that he was commanded, and in a short time, he also saw that the leader of this operation was not the temporary commander of the army, but the group of people hidden in his guard.

As soon as Bemius and his party entered Gasrant, this prison also seemed to feel that it had entered a powerful force, and the demonic qi continued to form monsters, blocking their progress, but against the entire team composed of top senior powerhouses, this kind of blocking was difficult to have an effect.

Bemius and his party didn't travel fast, but they never turned back, and the route was perfect!

Obviously, some of them knew that Gasrant was the right move.

Every few floors, Bemius would order the procession to stop and repair, and the blue-robed priests in his guard would disappear for a while, two hours at best, six or seven hours long, until they returned, and the procession would begin again.

Wulian and the others, naturally unaware of Bemius's actions, were still in the faltering firelight, slowly searching, leading to the lowest road.

Just after Bemius and his party entered, they killed the Holy Mage Del Mai on the twentieth floor, and the concentration of magic elves in Gasrant soared another notch, and Ye Ya and Xiong Xiu cultivated the instantaneous low-level spells, and the power directly caught up with the middle-level spells!

"It's strange, the magic elves have increased again......" Ye Ya muttered.

"Maybe the lowest alien god needs to be sealed with a magic elf...... Now that we are getting closer, it is normal to increase. Ulian speculated.

Xiong Xiuxiu was also a beneficiary of the increase in magic elves, and he was also a little puzzled, and said: "In this layer, the number of magic elves suddenly increased just now. ”

"Then it's not clear, maybe ......"

"Weakened!" said something inexplicable.

"What?" Ulian turned to the spirit who interrupted her.

Lingling walked to Luo Sheng's side, and just now, Luo Sheng was at this corner and killed two earth pterodactyls.

Ling Ling pointed to the white marks on the wall that were scratched by the tip of Luo Sheng's spear, and said, "He's gradually becoming weak......

"He?" Ulian wondered, "You mean, this prison?"

"Yes, this prison is getting weak......"

"Can't it be that I'm getting stronger?" Luo Sheng touched the white mark, which was half an inch wide and half an inch deep, which was very obvious.

"After you are promoted to the normal school, your strength increases

How much did you add?" Wu Lian asked Luo Sheng quickly.

"I don't know, I haven't tried it specifically, but a tenth of it is about the same...... Just ......"

Wu Lian already understood what Ling Ling meant, Luo Sheng was getting stronger, but the speed of getting stronger was far from allowing him to destroy Gasrant so quickly, she didn't wait for Luo Sheng to finish speaking, turned to Ling Ling, and asked, "Before, how were the traces of the battle?"

Lingling's eyes are the best in the team, and there are many subtle things that everyone can't see, and naturally they can't notice it, but Lingling can see it clearly.

Lingling thought for a moment and said, "Let's start with it...... During the battle with Napa, the walls and floors did not leave any traces...... When he fought Sebeta, he left a lot of traces, but most of them were caused by Sebeta, perhaps because he was too strong...... And when he fought Mattia, Luo Qi had not yet advanced to the normal school, but he left dozens of holes in the ground......"

"The further down, Gasrant...... Weaker and weaker?" Urlian concluded uncertainly, even herself, not believing this inference, that a building of this magnificence, close to the foundation, became more and more fragile?

"It's not the reason for the downstream, it should be the reason for the god position...... Ye Ya said, "Let's boldly imagine that before, a long time ago, Gasrant was indeed built by the Divine Domain, used to imprison defeated enemies, or alien gods...... At a certain time, the god of war came to Gasrant, he needed forces outside the god domain to fight against the god domain, and after subduing these prisoners, he would definitely give them some benefits...... The divine power that originally belonged to Gasrant was given to these prisoners respectively, and the god of war was originally the god of the divine domain, so it should not be difficult to do this...... But these prisoners became Gasrant's guards......"

Miao Xiaodao also tried to join in the speculation: "Five years ago, the seal instigated, it may be that these guards and Gasrant sensed that they could no longer suppress the new prisoners at the bottom by relying on their own strength, so they sent a signal to the outside world in order to get the help of the power of the divine domain......"

"That's right!" Ulian said in a deep voice, "Whether the new prisoner is a Martian god or a cursed person, they and Gasrant, and Napa and Delmai are not all the way!"

"Who are Napa and Delmai?" Miao Xiaodao had sensed something, and asked himself: "They are suppressing the new prisoners at the bottom, are they helping the human realm, suppressing the bottom?"

"We didn't wait for the help of the gods, but we didn't have some specific things, for example, no corresponding signs...... To put it simply, not gods...... The purpose is unknown, so they who become guards naturally can't let us down. ”

"Let's speculate boldly," Ye Ya said, throwing out another possibility: "Five years ago, Gasland sent a signal for help, and the god domain not only received it, but also sent a god to support, but for some reason, after this god arrived in the human domain, he was attacked and lost consciousness......"

Then he hurriedly possessed a snow demon and fled south...... By chance, possessed by the Raptors?"

"There is a possibility ......"

"Then let's kill it like this, wait

So he ...... "Lingling half opened his mouth, and he didn't dare to say the conclusion for a long time."

"The prisoners at the bottom are being released. Ye Ya slowly concluded, "To Gasrant...... Even the human realm, the divine realm, the hostile prisoner ......"

These bold speculations, and the most fundamental facts, are very close.

Even with Luo Sheng's stupid brain, he understood everyone's words, so he asked the most classic question in history: "Then what should we do next?"

What to do?

What can I do?

The killing has come in, and there is no way back in the future, what can I do, I can only go all the way to the end.

This is what makes Wu Lian feel depressed, even if he knows that he has done something wrong, he must continue to be wrong, all the way, wrong to the end.

Six days later, with less than a day left to consume the Magic Sword's food, they finally found the right route and entered Gasrant, the lowest level of the prison.

A magnificent temple, in the northern ice field of Salena, 2,400 meters underground, has been sleeping for thousands of years, and today, it welcomes guests who should not come.

The hall is made of blue and white masonry, with no walls visible at a glance, and seems to be in the center, with two faint candles, burning lonely, against the ever-increasing darkness around them.

The fire spirit Badam approached there with the brazier on his head, and in the brazier was the last fragment of the armor of the alien god.

"Click... Click... Click......"

The crisp sound of broken bones was very loud in this silent space, and the ground that could be illuminated by the firelight was paved with a layer of bones from Bai Sensen, and the fire spirit Badammu was almost in the pile of white bones, making a path of his own.

Nearby, it seemed that two humans had died together, a long sword that had become a rusty strip was stuck in the belly of one of them, and his axe shattered the skull of the other.

Above them, covered with the skeleton of an adult pterosaur, the fatal wound was a broken horn stuck in the chest, and six or seven paces away, the owner of the broken horn, a skeleton of a demonic beast like a horse, full of rotten arrow feathers.

After a few more steps, a slender skeleton lost its upper body, only a meter high, and there was a golden light flashing in the leg bones......

Humans, pterosaurs, unicorns, demons, pinnacle near-gods......

Several people glanced at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes, this endless white bone with no end in sight, how many people or beasts must die to have such a spectacular scene?

The soles of Miao Xiaodao's feet were close to the ground, ready to push the white bones to both sides, but he didn't expect these white bones, all of a sudden, all turned into powder, silently collapsed to the ground, and then recoiled, in the center of the hall, there were a few "clangs", the sound of the iron basin falling to the ground, and then, the two faint candles were extinguished.

Badam was the first to notice that something was wrong, and immediately walked through the brazier and hid in the flames.

"It's okay, don't ......be afraid," Wulian said, "In a closed place, it has not been ventilated for a long time, and once it is ventilated, these things will not be kept for long......"

Several people stepped on the thick powder composed of countless powerhouses and walked towards the middle of the hall.

More than a dozen iron basins that had long been empty fell to the ground, and then everyone paid attention to this iron basin, which was made of steel, which was definitely not easier to preserve than bones, and among the objects that turned into powder when ventilated, there were also many once precious weapons, which still failed to persist in the washing of the torrent of time.

Everyone naturally discovered the extraordinaryness of this iron basin, Luo Sheng and Miao Xiaodao stepped forward and put away all the iron basins that fell to the ground, and the two of them counted them, a total of thirteen, plus the burning one, there are fourteen in total, and Miao Xiaodao, who has a flexible brain, is already calculating how many heavy swords these basins can be made when they melt.

Badamu pushed the brazier to the stone tablet in the middle of the hall, turned his head to look at Ye Ya, Ye Ya took out the last bottle of spirits, pulled out the lid and poured it, and then put it on the ground.

Badammu happily ran over, flew directly into the bottle, shuttled a few times in the spirits, and then flew out of the bottle, burped with satisfaction, and shook into Ye Ya's body.

Ye Ya stuffed the lid of the wine bottle back, with Ye Ya's understanding of this fire spirit, the wine bottle must be full of water, and there will definitely be no trace of wine left.

After doing this, Ye Ya carefully looked at the stone tablet in the middle of the hall.

(End of chapter)