Accustomed to trusting Heim's judgment and decisions through a long period of shared expeditions, the team members didn't say anything more, just quietly followed Rhaegar behind, but by this time, there was something more in their eyes when they looked at the former.

That's suspicion.

The undead's unique sensitivity to hostility makes Rhaegar clear about his reactions to his companions behind him, but he doesn't explain anything, just silently walks forward, using his telepathy to guide his companions in the right direction, and solve the terrible traps they encounter along the way.

As time passed, more and more confusion appeared in the team's minds, replacing the original suspicion and hostility. In the labyrinthine underground passages, Rhaegar did not use the treasure map in the hands of the elves at all, he just walked casually, as if he were walking in his own house, but the mechanisms he broke casually made everyone understand the horror of these paths: the dense arrows that shot from the walls on both sides, and when they walked up, they suddenly collapsed in both directions, and the bottomless pit below, the canopy that fell from the sky, twenty meters long, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, and all kinds of unimaginable traps, which were enough to make them die a hundred times unsuspectingly。 Without Rhaegar, even with the treasure map, they would never have been able to drill down to where they are now.

Just as everyone had become accustomed to being led by Rhaegar and moving forward smoothly, the geist suddenly stopped.

"Listen," Rhaegar turned to face his companion for the first time since entering the temple, a terrifying glint in his eyes, "I now have you to make a choice, if you still believe in me, go ahead with me, or stay here or go back the way you came." His gaze fell on Haim's face, "Because in the next journey, we will encounter a hundred times more difficulties than before, and I can only guarantee the safety of those who have enough trust in me." ”

Heim and Rhaegar stared at each other, the latter's invisible oppressive gaze that could not affect the mind of a nature-worshipping elf, and he carefully scanned each other's eyes, trying to discern what was inside.

"This man has saved me more than once," Willy walked over to Rhaegar and turned to look at her companions, "Maybe he has his own secrets that he can't tell anyone else, but we have them too, and I believe in him." ”

"Me too," the usually taciturn Nack said unexpectedly, "he has been with us through the hardest part of our expedition, and without him I would have lost my life." ”

"I believe him too," Tomahawk's voice was particularly loud, "and there is a proverb among the dwarves: if a man is willing to save you once, he may have ulterior motives, but if he saves you twice, you must treat him as your most reliable friend for the rest of your life." I think he's saved me at least twice. ”

All eyes were on Haim.

"Alright," the elf finally gave up his insistence, and he sighed, "what do you need us to do?"

"Some kind of curse has been placed on the road ahead, and anyone who walks up, except for the recognized priest of the temple, will be cursed until death. "I can use my power to protect you from the curse, but I can't prevent you from hallucinating, and if you encounter an enemy in your hallucination and attack, you will never be able to get rid of the hallucination, and may even threaten the safety of others." So," he said, staring at Heim intently, "I want you to assure you that whatever happens on the road ahead, before I give you this signal," he gestured, a soft thunderous sound ringing in everyone's ears, "never do anything, even if the other man's knife is already on your neck." ”

Maybe it was because they had been warned in advance, or maybe it was because Rhaegar's spell did work, and although everyone encountered some hallucinations on the way - demons, monsters, or attacks from some hostile people, everyone still successfully completed this passage of five or six hundred meters, and only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"I don't want to go back there," Tomahawk said loudly, his face still pale, and it was clear that something unpleasant had happened to this brave dwarf in the hallway of illusions, "or I'll shave my beard." ”

"I think I know what you've encountered," Willy said to the tomahawk with a smile, then lip styling in two words. Although they didn't say it, it was clear to everyone that those two words were "Mel", and everyone laughed in unison when they thought of the dwarf's restless look on the back of the swamp monster.

"What do we do next?" Haim said to Rhaegar as he looked at the treasure map in his hand, "Judging from the map, we should have broken through the perimeter of the temple and will actually enter the temple soon." ”

"That's right," Rhaegar said with a smile, "we're at the door of the temple now, but your journey is over." Before Heim could react, the power of magic had already restrained him and his companions.

"I have to say," the geist walked to the tomahawk, "the dwarven proverb is sometimes not accurate, one can save you once with ulterior motives, and the same can save you a second time for the same purpose." A few tiny rays of light appeared on his fingers, and as he swung, they swept across the dwarf's neck, and the next moment, the dwarf's massive head fell from its neck.

"No!" Willy cried out, "You kill him, you man—" she could no longer utter the following words, and a light thread pierced her heart, and the warrioress's body fell limply to the ground.

"Want to know why?" Rhaegar looked at Heim, a smile still on his lips, his hand waving again, and the burly sub-giant was cut in two by the light.

"It's blood," Rhaegar slowly walked over to the elves whose eyes seemed to be on fire, "This temple needs the blood of sapient race creatures, and the temple door will only open when the blood of at least five creatures from different races fuses together." ”

Several rays of light wrapped around Haim's legs, slicing them easily from the thigh down, and the elf's body fell to the ground.

"I'll tell you another secret," Rhaegar always wore that unfathomable, wicked smile on his face, "I'm not of the same race as all of you. His body began to change, the wide mage robes stretched out into countless strips of cloth by the swollen body, black scales covering his bare skin, and a long tail covered with bone thorns hung from behind him to the ground.

"Come with me to witness the arrival of this great age," Rhaegar shouted, slitting his wrist with a knife and letting the black blood flow to the ground, "an age of demons! When the doors of the temple are opened, when the power within it is possessed by the demon realm, all living things will be subjugated to the noble demons!" He recited the incantation aloud, and the blood of intelligent beings belonging to different races flowing on the ground began to gather together, forming a magical symbol of Qiao, and the next moment, the door of the temple slowly opened, and the power belonging to the gods poured into Rhaeggar's body like a tide.

Haim, who was thought to have lost his resistance, suddenly slapped the ground with his palm, and flew up from the ground with the strength of his arm—as he lost his legs, the restraints on his body had been untied—and at the same time, the slender sword hanging from his waist had already reached his hand, and in the flickering cold light, the sword pierced into the body of Rhaegar who was concentrating on absorbing the power like lightning...

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