Chapter 2129: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (61)

"May God save us. In such a desperate situation, Eric subconsciously prayed, even though he knew that prayer was useless.

However, there is no god in this world, only ------

"Stand still and don't move!" a voice suddenly came into Bediwell's head.

Brush la-la!

Bediwell didn't even know what was going on. In an instant, a rain of fire fell from the sky, and thousands of pillars of fire rose from the ground. The crimson light illuminated both the sky and the earth at the same time, swallowing up everything that surged black.

Sulfur smell. The smell of gunsmoke. The smell of fire, the smell of scorched organisms, the smell of proteins decomposing under high heat. When the whole world was completely covered in crimson firelight, the only thing Bediwell could feel was the smell that filled the air.

Is that a spell? No. Spell it.

And it should be, a very powerful spell. The flames ignited everything in the moor, but Bediwell and the others, who stood still, were not implicated. This is a situation that only an extremely powerful sorcerer can do. And this extremely powerful sorcerer, needless to say, is exactly ------

Great teacher Krana.

After swallowing everything up, the flames faded. At the end of the fire, only a few giant worms in this magic swamp still had the strength to struggle for one or two times. But all they can do is struggle. By the time Bediwell could see through the fading firelight, all he could see was a few giant worms writhing in the distance, which had not yet been completely burned to ashes. Their charred bodies gradually disintegrated with this senseless writhing, shattering to the ground, turning into complete ashes and blending into the black mire of the swamp.

The entire surface of the Magic Swamp is covered with a glazed and translucent substance, as if the clay had been turned into ceramics in a kiln fire. There is a thin layer of such a thin substance on the surface of the entire Demon Swamp, which adds a layer of translucent ethereal inspiration to the dark scenery of the Demon Swamp itself.

Beautiful?

No. How can it be. The Demon Swamp is one of the ugliest magic realms in the world, and how can this kind of magic realm be associated with beauty. If I want to say it, it's just that this spell released by the great teacher Clarna temporarily covered up the ugliness of the demon realm.

"It's a pity. I'm also going to let these worms continue to act as guardians of the Swamp, so that they can slow down the incoming enemies a little. The voice that had just told Bediville to put them still continued, "But they threaten your life, and I have to destroy them." ＂

"Uh...... "Where are you?" asked Bedeville, tentatively, "Where are you? I'm here for you, can you show up?"

"Ah, this way. Clarna's voice came from the unreintelligible void. Then a string of fires suddenly erupted from the swamp in front of Bediwell and the others. The path paved with flames stretched into the distance, and the beacon of the flames was inexplicably similar to the light used to navigate the Dawn of the Bediwell.

"I, let's go. Beddeville and Eric glanced at each other and began to manipulate the corpse of the swamp crocodile forward. The corpse of the swamp giant crocodile, who had just ignored the limits of physical activity and jumped with all his might, now began to deteriorate his physical functions, and he walked a little limp and his pace was much slower. However, since there were no enemies continuing to chase after Bedeville, the werewolf youth did not care about the low mobility of the swamp crocodile. All he had to do now was manipulate the crocodile to reach the location of Grand Teacher Krana, and the corpse of the swamp crocodile would have completed its mission.

"This kind of barren land can really live in people. Eric, the Strategist, should have heard Clarna's voice just now, and couldn't help but complain at this time: "So what kind of person is it, and for what ulterior reasons, would he choose to live in seclusion in such a ghost place?"

"Hey, you're rude. Bediwell gave Eric a blank look: "You must know that the great teacher Clarna is your brother Lawrence. She has the ability to use her spells to burn the giant worms across the moor, and she has the ability to monitor everything that happens here. Even now, she should still be listening to her surroundings. She might be able to hear what you're saying, right?"

"I know, that's why I say that. Eric, however, did not embellish it at all, and said whatever came to mind: "Wouldn't it be better for the big teacher to explain this matter himself." It also saves us from suspicion. ＂

"The instructions are okay, but not now. Clarna's voice once again reached the minds of Bedeville and the others, and it was supposed to be a telepathy: "There is a possibility that your place will be monitored by outsiders. As you learn more about magic or spells, you will realize that teleportation is not a technique that is completely safe from eavesdropping. And our enemies are pervasive. ＂

Bediwell swallowed. I always felt that this Clarna teacher was nervous, as if he was guarding against something. No. She had been on guard from the beginning, and Bedivel had known about it before she came to the Turkic Everglades. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the great teacher Clarna to hide in the most hidden barren place in the world, and not live in the outside world. As for why she chose to live in seclusion here, the details can only be explained clearly after seeing her.

Bediville and the others had not been long away, and soon they came to a clearing, where the guiding fire could be seen turning into a circle of fire. The black mire here only submerged to the calves of the swamp crocodile, which is a very shallow area in the swamp. Beneath the mire is a rocky ground made of hard igneous rock, which does not seem to be dangerous.

"Come in. The voice of the Great Teacher Clarna sounded in the minds of Bediwell and the others. Then the ring of fire suddenly disappeared, and a purple-red crystal pillar suddenly emerged from the mire, like some kind of plant growing out of thin air from the ground.

There was a cavity in the crystal pillar that could hold at least five people, and Bediwell took a closer look and realized that the so-called crystal pillar should be some kind of elevator. It would be no problem for him and Eric to enter the elevator, but the corpse of the swamp giant crocodile he was manipulating would definitely not be able to squeeze in.

"Are you going to go in with you?" Bediwell then looked at Eric again, "This could drag on for a long time." If you are in a hurry to go back to the Turkic elephants to complete your rite of passage...... ＂

"Stupid, do you want me to go back across the swamp alone?" Eric looked reluctant, but he didn't mean to leave, "Let's go." ＂

The werewolf youth shrugged his shoulders and manipulated the corpse of the swamp crocodile, throwing the large piece of bark that had been used as a surfboard onto the mire in front of him as a footrest. He jumped off the swamp crocodile's shoulder, landed lightly on the bark of the tree, and then jumped into the crystal "elevator". Eric also flew out of the swamp crocodile's shoulder and entered the elevator safely.

"Is it okay to leave everything here?" asked Bediville again, meaning to ask Eric if he wanted to recover the bark.

"There are so many substitutes for that kind of thing, don't cherish it. Eric the Strategist snorted disapprovingly.

At this point in their conversation, the outward part of the crystal had been locked up, and it had been turned into a container, protecting Bedeville and Eric from the poisonous mire outside, and moving downward, soon sinking into the mire.

The principle of action of this crystal, Bediville is completely incomprehensible. He wondered if there was a large base under the swamp, and that it was from that base that the crystal elevator came out of it to transport people in and out of the base.

But when the crystal moved down to a higher level deeper into the ground, and the scene outside appeared in front of the werewolf youth's eyes, he realized how naïve his thoughts were.

There is no underground base at all. This crystal elevator connects to a world of crystals, and the clusters of crystals that spread everywhere and grow randomly in all directions under the surrounding underground are more of a natural sight than some kind of underground base arrangement.

No, it's not quite right to say it's natural. Naturally occurring crystals certainly don't look like this. It is estimated that this underground crystal world uses the technology of some ancient people to control the growth of this purple-red crystal to a certain extent, so as to form this semi-natural and semi-artificially controlled, quick-formed, and inhabitable crystal structure.

"Dragonstone? no...... Estimated to be improved...... What the hell is this. Eric, the Strategist, was just as shocked by the underground crystal world as Bediwell, and he muttered as he watched closely.

"[Abode Stone] ------ a highly modified magic prop. Normally, they are the size of the palm of a hand, but with enough magic infusion, they will continue to grow according to the user's wishes, eventually forming a temporary habitat. The voice of the great teacher Clarna sounded in the minds of the two, explaining everything: "Although there is no way to precisely control the form of crystal growth, it is still very convenient to use. Drain the mana when you don't need it, and it will revert back to a palm-sized crystal. ＂

"Awesome. Bedwell sighed.

"Let's not talk about that. At this time, the crystal elevator had already taken Bediwell and Eric into a crystal hall underground, and at the same time as the protective door of the crystal elevator opened, the door opposite the hall also opened, and a figure slowly walked out from behind the shadow of the gate.

The woman in the black gold-entangled robe was none other than the Great Teacher Krana.