A large rift valley stretched for dozens of miles to the east and west, like a deep knife scar cutting the central part of the subsidence area in half. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The ruins of the Temple of Tiamat are said to be hidden deep at the bottom of the rift, and for thousands of years adventurers have come to verify the authenticity of this legend, but the verifiers themselves have become legends and are never to return. The Rip is a giant throat, devouring intruders who are trying to get away with it, and is silent about the secrets that lie deep underground.

At this moment, the Grand Canyon welcomed another group of intruders.

The midday sun shines directly into the rift, but looking down is a bottomless darkness. On one side of the rift is a stone pillar with a rope entwined, and the other end of the rope hangs down into the depths of the rift.

A slender and lanky man stood beside a stone pillar, dressed in a fiery red robe, with mysterious symbols painted on the placket and cuffs and neckline adorned with fine gemstones.

The red-robed man took a step towards the stone pillar, and inadvertently revealed a lizard's tail at the hem of his robe, and a V-shaped silver mask covered half of his face, but it could not hide the dark red scales on his skin.

The red-robed man stopped in front of the stone pillar, and from the sleeve of the robe came out his right hand, which was also covered with fine dragon scales, and wore a bronze ring on his middle finger, the face of which was engraved with abstract patterns, as if it were a sharp tooth that was chosen to devour.

The finger touched the stone pillar, and with a buzzing sound, the entire stone pillar suddenly became radiant, and the intense arcane energy was injected into the rope, turning it into a python-like living creature, constantly extending towards the depths of the rift.

The red-robed half-dragon warlock was followed by a pair of dark-skinned Drow siblings.

The elder sister wore a sacrificial robe with a five-colored dragon head emblem embroidered on the placket, indicating that she was the priest of Tiamat, the mother of dragons. A crystal mask covered her face, revealing only slightly narrowed eyes, as if she was still a little uncomfortable with the intense light of the surface world. A black wooden scepter was held tightly in her hand, and the head of the staff was inlaid with an amber ball the size of a fist, and it was faintly visible that a large fluffy spider was sealed in the ball, and whenever the sunlight shone directly on the amber ball, the spider in the ball shook slightly, as if it was about to wake up.

Reverend Drow's younger brother crouched under the pillar, his magical leather armor woven like threads drawn from the night, making him one with the reflection of the pillar, making it difficult to spot a dangerous Assassin crouching there even when he was close.

The Drow Assassin was trimming his nails with a broad-bladed dagger, and in addition to this off-hand weapon, he also carried a ninja knife at his waist, the pitch-black scabbard seemed to be able to absorb light, making people feel inexplicable palpitations at the first glance.

A group of gnolls stood in front of the Drow Assassins, taller and stronger than the other party, but like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, trembling and not daring to breathe.

"I generally understand what happened." The Drow Assassin blew his fingertips and said nonchalantly, "I paid you to hunt down a thief, and you ended up doing a good job of not completing your mission and recovering the stolen things, but also losing the magic belt I lent you, and that's how you did it for me?" ”

The gnoll man at the head wiped a cold sweat and stammered, "Lord Lorenzo! Please, please listen to me, the plan was going well, and we're going to catch that little girl soon! But, but killing a guy halfway down the road spoils our good deeds! ”

Lorenzo listened to him quietly, stood up and stretched, walked behind the red-robed warlock, and asked respectfully, "Lord Nero, what do you think of the new change in the situation?" ”

Nero stood with his hands in his hands, silent.

Lorenzo scratched his head and gave his sister Agatha a look.

Drow Priest Agatha stepped forward and grabbed Nero's arm, and said softly, "It's been a few days since the Ogre Mountains cut off contact, and I used a spell to divinate just now, and if nothing else, Abraham is probably dead." ”

"Are you saying that the man who killed Abraham is the same as the young knight who rescued the female ninja?"

"I don't rule it out."

Nero casually threw a pebble into the rift and sneered: "A pebble thrown into the pond can also cause some ripples, but it is not enough to muddy the pond, the situation is still under our control, we just need to continue to implement the predetermined plan and eliminate all possible interference." ”

"What do you mean by 'interference'?"

"For example, some idiots who don't do enough and lose more than they do." Before the words fell, Nero suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the next moment he appeared in front of the leader of the gnoll, and reached out a slender finger and pointed it at his chest, and terrifying magical energy erupted like a tsunami, injecting into the opponent's body through his fingertips.

The gnoll leader's body swelled like a ball suddenly, his face twisted and deformed in excruciating pain, and his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't make the slightest movement.

Nero flicked his fingers, and the sharp nails cut a wound on him.

The raging pressure in the gnoll leader's body finally found an outlet, and the blood rushed out like a high-pressure water gun, and the reverse force forcibly ripped off the entire piece of his skin, separated from the flesh and blood, and fell to the ground.

At this moment, standing in front of Nero was only a flesh and blood body that had been skinned alive, and the slightest tendon tissue on the surface of the body was mixed with milky yellow fat, all exposed to the sun, and the flesh and blood were blurred and had a human form.

The skinned creature stood there stunned for a few moments before he realized his situation, and immediately waved his arms and screamed, the intensity of the pain that drove him completely insane.

The other gnolls were so frightened that they turned around and fled.

Lorenzo smirked silently, his wrist flickered, and the fastest gnoll screamed and pounced, a broad-bladed dagger stuck in his back.

Lorenzo disappeared the moment the flying knife was shot, and a soft groan of the sword out of the sheath echoed in the air, and the head of another jackal suddenly flew into the air, and the headless corpse still maintained a wild running posture, rushing out a few steps before falling to the ground.

In a flash of darkness, Lorenzo appeared in front of the third gnoll, slashing him in two.

Swish! The remnant remained in place to suffer the baptism of blood, and Lorenzo's true body had moved ten paces away, intercepting the last few gnolls fleeing in the same direction.

Dogs will jump over the wall when they are in a hurry, not to mention the ferocious gnolls. Their eyes were bloodshot, they roared in rage, and they picked up their tomahawks and halberds in an attempt to push Lorenzo back.

"Hehe, poor worm who doesn't know whether to live or die, it's futile to struggle." Spitting out contemptuous mockery, Lorenzo walked between the swords and swords with ghostly steps, the "curse knife" in his hand was like a poisonous snake biting out blood marks on their bodies, and those who were stabbed were as if they were not injured, they all stood there as if they had been immobilized, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into four clay puppets.

Lorenzo held a knife in his right hand and a dagger in his left hand, his body shook and slashed, and when the cold light flickered, the four paralyzed gnolls were killed on the spot with blood in their throats.

"In the name of our lord Tiamat, awaken the dead who sleep forever, and I am the only one who obeys!"

Agatha the "Dragon Toucher" held up the spider scepter in praise of Tiamat, and the pitch-black negative energy radiated from the head of the scepter and enveloped the corpses everywhere.

The corpses of the gnolls who still had their body temperature were summoned by divine magic, and they crawled up one after another, and most of them turned into zombies, only the tragically skinned by Nero suffered too much pain before death, and their souls were fissioned, and some of them returned to their bodies and transformed into corpses that were more powerful than they were alive; The other part of the soul was parasitic in the human skin that Nero had peeled off alive, and was activated into a bloody "relic".

Maybe it's because of the attraction of the same sex, or maybe it's unwilling, the metamorphosis senses the existence of the corpse demon, twists and squirms and crawls over, clinging to the latter, trying to cover its **** body and restore its full form...... However, the skin that has been peeled off cannot be restored to its original place, and the remains of the gnolls are entangled with the corpses to form a terrifying and pathetic symbiote.

Agatha was pleased with her "work" and instructed the undead to guard the entrance to the Rift, and then followed Nero to the stone pillar and down the activation rope into the depths of the Rift.

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