Draenor quickly took a few steps back, and continued upward with Amoro along the edge where he could barely smell the smell of decay, desperately hoping that the building would understand him and let them pass by alone without any trouble.

"Actually, I know another story about this." Amoro looked left and right to make sure there were no anomalies before lighting the glass tube again.

"Actually, we Canaanites are not the only creatures of the Creator, not even the dwarves, Wentias, and Misarans you have seen. There was a very glorious civilization before us, they were called the 'Atlases', who lived on the continent of old Canaan, and perhaps they were the first civilization to perceive the existence of the higher-ups. One of the kings tried to kill Cantien sleeping at the bottom of the sea with his sword, but he angered the god of the sea, and the originally peaceful sea suddenly set off huge waves that almost covered the sky, completely engulfing the civilization......"

Draenor couldn't concentrate on listening to him at this time, his brain had been completely numbed by those ridiculous words, he would rather be drowned in the cold sea water again than stay in this hellish place for a second longer, if he encountered something incomprehensible, I was afraid that his fragile nerves would be completely necrotic and peel off.

Then he noticed that something was rolling down the ramp, gently, like huge cotton wool blown off by the wind, they exuded a beautiful and unimaginable color, and the moment they left the ground, they were firmly sucked by gravity on the ramp.

Heart! Before Draenor could open his mouth, the cotton wool passed through Amoro's body like a colored wind, remixed behind him, and then through Arano's own body.

He looked back and watched the strange cotton wool roll farther and farther away, until the masonry near the center of the hall disappeared completely. Amoro didn't seem to notice the strange things, he still looked left and right vigilantly, and he didn't stop at all.

Draenor touched the cotton wool on his chest to make sure he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. Now, he looked elsewhere and saw what appeared to be a cold-colored object beside the stone pillar on the left hand side of the ramp, and the ghostly light of the thing drew him in. The familiar silhouette of his eyes struck him with a suddenness, and it wasn't until Amoro stepped over and lifted the rag covering the object from the corner of the crate that the eerie feeling that had just receded came to his mind.

It was a skeleton, the smooth, plump skull was a human remnant, the ribs were covered with gnawing marks, and there were dense dents at the junction of the eye sockets and cheekbones, as if they had been corroded by some kind of strong acid. The mollusk poked out of its mouth with disgusting tentacles, and the arthropods that were entrenched at the bottom of the ocean made a home in it, and it is not known how long the poor man had been alone here.

"Another victim, probably a resident of Luna Omon, was dragged to the bottom of the sea by the Scaly Man while fishing at sea...... "Amoro read the message from the broken canvas and nodded his head four times on his chest, hoping that the victim would find peace.

Draenor was reluctant to absorb the disturbing information, his brain was like some kind of solvent, now completely saturated. And just as he turned around and was about to set off again to the top of the palace, there was a sudden sound behind him of amphibians agitating their horning capsules, and the sound seemed to change from a hallucination to a reality.

He noticed that Amoro had hung the glass tube on his chest, drew his plate axe and faced him, but his eyes were fixed farther away than himself, and his eyes reflected a group of strange humanoid creatures.

For a moment, he felt like he was completely frozen in place, unable to take a step forward or turn back to face the source of his fear. He raised his trembling left hand and felt it to his waist, only to find that there was nothing, and the dagger was gone, leaving only an empty scabbard still hanging there.

It must have been swept away by the waves at the moment of falling into the deep sea...... He reacted, forcing himself to take two steps forward as stiffly as a mime, and before he could turn around, he had pulled out his firearm and held it to his chest.

Then, with the help of the light emitted by the glass tubes, the eyes fell to the edge of the stone platform in the hall, where there was a group of creeping humanoids on the ground, like primates with anglerfish heads, covered in dark green scales, rows of dorsal fins that shook excitedly like sails, and silver mirror-like eyes reflecting unsettling light.

"Draenor, get around me and keep running......" Amoro gently turned the mechanism of the plate axe, extending the handle to twice the length of the original, "You're blocking me, I can't use divinity." ”

Draenor stared at the strange creatures that were about to move, the blood boiling in his skull, and the moment he took a step around behind Amoro, the scaly men let out a sharp roar, spreading their webbed claws and lunging straight at the exorcist.

Amoro lowered his center of gravity, suddenly concentrated all his strength on his arms, and violently pulled the giant axe and swung it at the group of monsters.

"Tidal !!"

The moment the axe blade pierced through the air, a huge wave of dark blue rose from the ground without warning, rolling up the debris on the ground and sending the scaly man out of the hall door.

"Run!! I can't stop them completely, don't think nonsense, just run!! Amoro's hair was almost completely soaked with sweat, but he still clutched his great axe and shouted to Draenor.

Thoughts were completely dead from the moment the waves were raised, and Draenor's mind went blank, knowing that the only firebolt he had was not enough to threaten the monsters, and when he came back to his senses, his legs were already pulling his whole body towards the crossstone.

He passed the stele, and his path had been sealed off by the tall walls, opposite the end of the triangular enchantment, where there was only a tower.

Standing at the very top of the palace, there was no obstacle except the wall in front of them, so the scaly men who were attracted climbed up the walls on either side, their teeth embedded in their gums, and their bulging eyes staring at Draenor and crawling in this direction.

Draenor pulled the trigger again and again on the monstrous monsters, but the only sound of the firing pin jamming could be heard from the gun magazine, and it was impossible to spew flames to kill these demons that should not exist in reality.

Below the ramp, Amoro was still wielding a giant axe to fight the monsters, and he himself was gradually and completely surrounded by the scales.

"White Refining Fire !!"

He clutched his chest, as if he had pierced his ribs and pinched his heart, and his body suddenly began to swell, and just as he was about to turn into a wolf, a low voice suddenly came from his head.

"Descendants of Atlas, survivors of old Canaan, you will grant me a ...... of rebirth"

He was sure that it was not his own imagination, that there was indeed a voice calling to him. He swung his clawed arms and pushed the scaly men back into the abyss, and when he turned around, he noticed that the metal cross on the stone tablet emitted a strange blue light, like a flash of thunder and lightning from the sky.

"O people of Naphilius...... Give me a new life, fulfill my long-cherished wish, and save me from this hell! ”

The voice changed from a request to a hysterical rant, and Draenor finally saw the cross as it was:

It's not part of this building, it's a greatsword embedded in the roof of this palace! The blue veins resonated with his heartbeat, as if he wanted to pierce his eyes with the light until he grabbed the soul that awaited salvation.

Draenor didn't have time to hesitate, he kicked off the ground and jumped up, and the moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, there seemed to be a strong energy burning his skin, spreading along the musculature to his chest, and merging with the heat of the white refining fire.

The moment he raised the blade, something seemed to be completely ignited in his pocket, and the angular object flew out of his pocket and shot into the groove above the grip like a bullet

The moment the two met, the light of the blade suddenly became more dazzling, and the mysterious voice gradually became clear.

"Hehehehe...... That's it! That's it!!! Tear them apart and let these Cantien clansmen roll back into the abyss!! ”