There are two ways to get out of the room filled with mysterious runes and the magic device of the Sleeper.

One was the path that Bard had taken when he came down, with a sloping ramp connecting the upper and middle levels, and one that continued onwards to the middle and lower levels of the Dark Chaos.

Standing in front of the corridor that led to the depths, Gawain slightly intently sensed the distribution of magic in his surroundings.

The subtle energy field that enveloped the entire Thorlimburg area still existed here, and a steady stream of life force escaped from the roots of the giant tree, as if someone was unleashing endless healing techniques, and all organisms within its range were affected by this energy field, even Gawain felt his spirit slightly uplifted.

Aside from this energy field, he didn't perceive any other threatening aura.

The team that came down with them gathered behind Gawain, and the team commander quickly gave the order: "In a group of five, line up in one, two, two and two to explore the formation, and move forward cautiously." ”

The heavily armed magic warriors immediately took action, divided into several groups with a vanguard shield guard, two observers, and two firefighters, and began to advance through this deep and long corridor, the magic vision brought by the comprehensive tactical eyepiece allowed them to clearly and intuitively see the distribution of magic in the dungeon, and the runic light emitted by the magic equipment on their bodies soothed everyone's tense mood.

Only the sound of orderly footsteps remained in the dungeon.

Amber walked beside Gawain, her eyes wide as she went. The dim environment in this dungeon had no effect on her born in the Shadow Realm, and she could see as clearly as day, but she activated the additional shadow vision, because she was not only seeing things with the naked eye, but also ...... Something that can only be seen in shadow vision.

Her eyes slowly glowed with a golden glow, and a subtle shadow mist rose around her, somewhat similar to her "Shadow Elf" form in the Shadow Realm, but clearly deliberately controlled to ensure that she was anchored to the physical world while maintaining the highest Shadow Affinity.

Gawain noticed the "half-elf" and asked in a low voice, "What do you see?" ”

"I didn't see anything, but it looked more professional this way......"

Gawain: "......"

"Okay, just kidding," Amber noticed that there were hard-looking stone walls all around, and it would be really hard to pick them off if they were photographed, so she quickly reined in the inappropriate joke, "There is indeed something here, it's the Shadow Dwellers...... It's everywhere, and there are more of them than anywhere else. ”

"Shadow dwellers?" Gawain frowned suddenly, and subconsciously glanced around—of course, with his human vision, he couldn't see the creatures hidden in the shadows, "What are they doing?" Is there a threat? ”

"There shouldn't be any threat, they're all on the side of the shadows, and they don't seem to care about us visitors to the material world," Amber blinked, "and they wandered this hallway...... It seems that there is a lot of interest in this dungeon, but there is no more action beyond that. ”

As she spoke, she focused on the "landscapes" that only she could see.

In the deep and dark corridors of the dungeon, the world gradually turned into black and white, and in that faded world, groups of humanoid phantoms wrapped in rune cloth ribbons were wandering and shuttling, they passed by Gawain and the others, completely ignoring the visitors of the material world, but only when passing by Amber, occasionally the shadow dwellers stopped and nodded slightly or grunted to say hello.

Amber shrunk her neck, a sudden shudder at the creatures who had been kind to her in the past.

She gathered some of the power of the shadows, withdrawing herself from the shadow realm and fixing herself more closely to the real world.

She belongs here, and she doesn't want to go back to that world.

Meanwhile, the team had walked down a long hallway, and after passing through a cracked door, Gawain found himself in a large hall.

The hall was a vast place, with overhanging roofs, extinguished runes and cooled demonic metal visible on stone (or some kind of man-made material similar to stone) on the walls and floors, and it was once supposed to be a solemn and important place, but now it was in shambles, the long tables for gatherings were torn apart, the chairs were twisted and fell to the floor, and a large number of roots burrowing from the ceiling and from the ground almost completely took over the entire space, crisscrossing the hall like a jungle.

In fact, if it weren't for these ubiquitous roots entwining and wrapping almost the entire underground palace, this huge underground ruins would have collapsed long ago, after all, when the man-made god came out, it had seriously damaged the stratum structure under Solinburg, and then a plant bigger than the castle came out here, and this underground palace could still maintain stability after such a toss, which can only be said to be the credit of these roots.

Plant roots are able to hold soil and water, and that's true.

Gawain glanced down the hall, vaguely recognising some features, and then realized that he had "seen" the place.

This is the "council hall" that Bard fell into in the dream, except that what Gawain saw in the same dream was what the hall looked like when it was intact.

"Looks like I'm just actually entering the council hall now......" Bard recognized the place, muttering with some emotion, his eyes sweeping between the messy tables and chairs and the jungle of roots that filled the hall.

There was no meeting of the Imam, no bright magic crystal lights, all that was a mess and the faint sound of grinding in the depths of the roots of the plants.

A subtle grinding sound?

Gawain and Bard heard the strange noises at the same time, and the former immediately raised his head and looked warily into a dark corner deep down the hall.

The soldiers also reacted, and all kinds of weapons pointed not far away at the same time, and the slight click of the weapon safety opening instantly became a sound.

"Stay vigilant—beware of misfire," Gawain reminded in a low voice, then raised the Pioneer sword in one hand and walked forward on guard.

In the messy pillar of light from the personal lighting equipment, a tangled and twisted root (or vine) slowly wriggled in the corner of the hall, Gawain pressed back with his hand, signaling the soldiers not to fire rashly, and then quietly watched the vine flip and deform, and in a pale green streamer, a female figure slowly emerged from among the plants.

Bertila Augustus – in the real world.

Her eyes were slightly closed, and her appearance was still familiar to Gawain, but her body seemed to have merged with the plants, and she was covered with a "dress" that seemed to be made of a mixture of plant horns and leaves, and there were roots and vines growing out of her back, legs, cervical vertebrae, etc., which were connected to the root groups in the hall, and this strange gesture was not so much that she was connected to these roots......

Her current body is part of the giant tree, part of which is modeled into Berthira, or...... She became the Thorin Tree.

Gawain didn't know what the situation was, he could only judge that the "Bertila" in front of him was not sober.

Her eyes were slightly closed, unresponsive to the uninvited guests and flickering lights around her, and she held in her hand a strangely thick book that seemed to be what she had tried to protect before she lost consciousness, and beside her, Gawain sensed extremely definite fluctuations in magic.

It's indeed a healing technique.

She is constantly unleashing healing techniques to the outside world, and the entire Thorin Giant Tree, under her influence, communicates with the magic of nature, generating an uninterrupted life field, and directly leads to the full recovery and rebuilding of the entire Thorin area within a few days and nights.

"I don't seem to be responding...... Amber carefully observed the strange woman in front of her, she knew that the other party was once a dark and cunning fallen druid, but now the other party's form is closer to a dangerous monster, "Is she unleashing healing spells...... Close your eyes and go under surgery to cure diseases in your dreams, and sleep to save the dead and help the wounded? ”

Gawain frowned at the strange sight in front of him, guessing the reason for Bertila's strange state, and he glanced up at the pile of twisted and tangled roots, and vaguely had some associations.

"There should be something behind this," he said suddenly, "to open these roots." ”

Immediately a soldier stepped forward and began to clean the tangled roots, and Gawain turned his head to look at Bertila, whose eyes were still slightly closed, as if asleep, and ...... on the latter's face He didn't see the slightest change in expression.

It was as if the Dark Patriarch had become a real plant, and the plant was bloodless and tearless.

The intertwined roots were tougher than expected, and the soldiers had to clear a gap for a long time, and one of the soldiers who had probed in looked at it and immediately shouted, "There's something behind here!" It's a secret room! ”

Behind the entrance covered by the roots is a secret room.

The chamber was filled with black "objects" that could no longer be seen in their original form, and only the outline of the human body could be roughly discerned.

It was a scalp-numbing sight: hundreds of humanoids were piled up in the chamber, countless criss-crossing vines snaking around them, connecting their flesh and the roots of the nearby walls, their vitality apparently cut off, but the vines that connected to them were lush, and Bertila outside the vault ......

He is still casting healing spells over and over again on these dead cultists.

These healing techniques were not meaningless: she had forcibly kept the lifeless humanoids in a state of immortality, and had imprisoned the last remaining fragments of their spirits in the behemoth plant.

Now, Gawain finally knows how the dream that befell Bard came about.

Amber also glanced at the secret room, and the strange sight inside gave her goosebumps, and the half-elf quickly came back and whispered beside Gawain, "This thing is too evil...... I don't have a crush on these cultists, but it's too scary for them to end up looking like this, right? ”

"The madman has finally come to a crazy end," Gawain sighed softly as he withdrew his gaze from the chamber, "Judging by the timeline of the Crystal Cluster Legion's out-of-control, the man-made god went through about half a month of confinement from the time he went crazy to the time he completely burrowed out of the earth, during which time this underground palace was sealed, and the last of the Cultists of the End of Everything were locked up in the dark underground along with the terrifying monsters they created...... Madness is followed by twisting, twisting is followed by mutation, and this giant tree that covers half of the Thorin region is their final end. ”

He now had a vague understanding of the birth of the giant tree.

"What should I do?" Amber looked at Gawain, "Let them stay this way?" Or set a fire? ”

"Although they are dead...... But if it continues like this, no one knows if they will change unexpectedly," Gawain shook his head, "as for the arson...... Probably not. ”

As he spoke, he walked over to Bertila, who had turned into a plant.

Plants are indeed bloodless and tearless.

But it's not plants that dream.

"Stop, they're all dead." Gawain said to Bertila.

Bertila's eyes were still slightly closed, unresponsive to outside sounds.

Gawain raised his eyebrows: "Pretending to sleep can't solve the problem, or do you want me to teach you the truth of being a human being again in the real world?" ”

After a few seconds of silence, Amber and the others were surprised to find that Bertila's healing technique had actually stopped.

The "Life Force Field" that filled the surrounding space was still maintained, and it seemed that it had become a certain characteristic of the "Thorin Giant Tree" and could not be easily dissipated, but the healing technique maintained by Bertila in this underground space really stopped.

She finally opened her eyes slowly, and with some kind of heterogeneous, slow and low tone, she looked at Gawain and said, "Sure enough...... It's you ......."

Gawain knew that he was referring to the "dream encounter" he had had at the borders of the Gondor Wasteland, when he had deceived and fooled the past by disguising himself as the founding monarch of Augustus, but it was clear that Bertila had now finally realized the truth.

It's just that even if she wants to understand everything at this time, there is no point.

Gawain suddenly sighed.

He really didn't expect that he would see Bertila again in this situation, and that he would witness the final end of these dark druids in this situation.

These crazy, paranoid, extreme cultists finally buried themselves with their twisted magic.

They themselves have become the graveheads of this dark sect...... Grave grass in the truest sense of the word.

Although the scale of this grave grass is a little larger.

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