The dungeon has a large arched passageway.

On both sides of the passage, at intervals apart, there are two cells. Lin Sheng was standing in the gap between the walls of the cells.

He shook his head, looked left and right, and reached out to touch the wall nearby.

The walls are hard and cold, and the rough black stone bricks are covered with holes as fine as honeycombs.

He looked down at his feet.

The stone bricks on the ground are arranged in an I-shape, neat and full of age.

Lin Sheng raised the wooden shield and walked forward slowly.

On the wall on the right side of the arched passage, there are rectangular dark grids.

Random piles of skulls that were about to dry up were piled up in the dark compartments. Occasionally, a few large candles emit a faint yellow glow.

At intervals along the road, steel cables hung down from above, and hard candlesticks like metal awls hung from above.

These candlesticks also form part of the lighting system in the entire channel.

Lin Sheng walked forward for a distance, and suddenly saw a few gray cloth bags piled up at the door of a cell on the right.

The grey bags were about the size of cement sandbags, and there were six of them scattered together.

He stepped forward and kicked with his foot.

Poof.

A dull, fluffy sound came from inside. It seems to be something like cereals.

Bang, bang, bang.

At this moment, in the passage ahead, there was a slow and neat dense pace.

Lin Sheng looked up, and in the distance of the passage filled with a faint gray mist, a group of sword and shield soldiers dressed in black full-body armor was slowly approaching.

There were five of these soldiers, each about 1.8 meters tall, with burly figures, and their metal armor was thick and wide, covering even their faces.

From a distance, it looks like a moving metal mecha.

When Lin Sheng saw this group of soldiers, they also saw him at the same time.

Both sides paused at the same time.

Then there was a muffled sound.

The five heavily armored soldiers were silent, drew their swords and raised their shields, and rushed towards Lin Sheng.

Bang! Bang!

In the sound of heavy footsteps like war drums.

The first soldier slammed into Lin Sheng with a heavy and huge impact.

Lin Sheng took a wrong step forward, easily avoiding the first person, and the blade of the sword slashed everything around his waist.

Phew!

The giant sword slashed a spark on the opponent's armor, cutting a large hole, and black blood gushed out.

Today's Lin Sheng is no longer the weaker he was at the beginning.

As a third-level transcendent, coupled with the fact that he has absorbed the memories of so many warriors, he is already a powerful warrior who has experienced a hundred battles.

After a few staggered steps in a row, he simply staggered the five heavily armored soldiers to surround him, and actually rushed to the back of the opponent's formation.

A sharp pause, turning.

With a snap, Lin Sheng threw away the wooden shield, held the sword in both hands, and raised it high in his ear.

Hiss...

A glimmer of white light burned and steamed on the blade.

"Fly over the slash!"

In an instant, a white sword light zigzaged out, jumping several times in succession between several soldiers.

Boom!!

The giant sword in Lin Sheng's hand shattered at once, completely scattered into countless fragments and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the gap between the necks of the remaining four heavily armored soldiers under their helmets began to gush out thick black blood in large streams.

Puff puff...

In the sound of falling to the ground one after another, all five heavily armored soldiers fell to the ground and lost their lives.

Lin Sheng glanced at the only remaining hilt of the sword in his hand, sighed, threw away the hilt, and picked up a broad-edged sword they used from the corpse of the soldier on the ground.

This broad-edged sword is double-edged, with some patterns carved into the spine in the middle that appear to be patterns.

The thickness made Lin Sheng quite satisfied. It's a little thicker than the giant sword just now.

He crouched down and rummaged, quickly took off another helmet, flicked it, and tried to put it on himself.

"It fits perfectly. ”

Finally having a helmet, Lin Sheng's depression because of the shattering of the giant sword was also slightly relieved.

Tasting the sweetness, he went to try on the soldiers' leg armor and metal boots.

In the back, he simply changed into a complete set of soldier heavy armor and put it on.

"It weighs about fifty pounds.... These soldiers are wearing such heavy armor, this place is very powerful....."

Lin Sheng felt a little weird.

Suddenly, he was stunned, just now, these soldiers, there were no soul memory fragments that appeared and were absorbed by him.

With a swing of his heavy sword, Lin Sheng looked down at the few people whose helmets he had torn off.

These people looked like ordinary men with pale complexions and expressionless faces.

It's just that even if they are dead, these five people are all motionless with their eyes wide open, and they all have the same expression.

"Is it because I don't have a soul, or am I unable to absorb the soul fragments here?" Lin Sheng inserted the heavy sword into the scabbard at his waist, left the corpse, and continued to explore.

Bang bang bang ....

The metal boots under his feet clattered against the ground.

Along the way, Lin Sheng's eyes swept over the cells on both sides.

The cells were all empty, with toilets, iron beds, chairs, and even small iron tables.

But there was no living thing.

Soon, a right-angled bend appeared in the front passage.

Turn left on the curve, and there is a faint gray fog.

In the gray mist, it seemed that something was standing around the corner.

Lin Sheng slowed down, his hand on the hilt of his sword, and raised his vigilance.

As the distance slowly approaches.

The thing around the bend slowly took shape.

It was a statue-like robed man with a black iron mask.

It stood facing Lin Sheng, as if it was guarding there, and it seemed to be just a statue.

Seeing Lin Sheng approaching, the man in the robe didn't say a word, raised his hand and pointed at him.

Hiss...

A miserable green mist appeared on his fingertips, twisting and tumbling into a ball.

Snort!!

In an instant, more than a dozen green tentacles burst out of the green sphere.

These tentacles were extremely fast, and almost the moment they erupted, they arrived in front of Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng's heart was shocked, his footsteps stopped instantly, and his body arched and raised the wooden shield.

Bang bang!!

The continuous and huge impact shook him back and forth.

The tentacles are as thick as an arm, and they are corroded and dented wherever they touch.

Pale green slime adheres to the surface of the tentacles, sticking to the wooden shield, constantly emitting a violent hissing and corrosive sound.

Some green liquid was splattered on the surrounding walls, and the hard walls were quickly corroded into holes of various sizes.

After taking a few steps back, Lin Sheng saw the gap between the tentacles and rushed forward.

He unsheathed his heavy sword in his hand and slammed it hard.

The heavy sword whirled at high speed, smashing into the robed man's head.

Boom!

The other staggered back, the tentacles in his hand pausing.

Lin Sheng took the opportunity to accelerate the charge, stepped forward in a few steps, and used all his strength to strike a shield.

Boom!!!

The robed man was struck in the chest, and a mouthful of blood poured out from under the mask on the spot.

He leaned his back against the wall, bowed his head and vomited heavily. The tentacles released by the green mist ball in his hand also became weak.

Lin Sheng seized the opportunity and smashed it with another shield blow.

The wooden shield was filled with holy light.

This time the shield struck the man like a soldering iron, quickly emitting bursts of scorching smoke.

The robed man struggled, the black blood flowing more and more under the mask, but he was temporarily held back and unable to move.

After a while, he stopped moving.

A trace of black smoke gathered and rose from his body, condensed into a black line, and flew into Lin Sheng's chest with a whizz.