In one of the inconspicuous rooms, they found a staircase descending. According to Mao Yuyu's reconnaissance, there seems to be movement below, and there are human voices talking.

It is said to be a staircase, but in fact it is just an iron pole nailed to the stone wall. The two of them carefully climbed down a few hundred steps before their feet hit the ground.

Came to an eerie room. I don't know where the light came from, and it shone dimly throughout the room.

There is garbage everywhere. Broken clay pots, broken furniture, sacks that rot to the point of turning to ash at the touch of a touch, or something. There was a bed, there was a stove, and a long, long time ago, it may have been inhabited.

The bare wooden bed, half of which has collapsed. There was something soft on the bed, and I reached out to grab it and look at it, but it turned to dust. Beneath the tattered rags, the stone walls were cold and hard. Time destroys everything. Once upon a time, it may have been a place of living life. As time passed, everything decayed.

Exiting through the half-collapsed door, there is a slender black stone staircase leading up to the unfathomable darkness.

Next to the steps is a wall with slender windows. Looking out the window, you can see a plaza outside. No, maybe it's part of a huge room. There were doors and windows in the distance, and they seemed vague in the darkness.

Where are we now? Nan Xiao thought about it for a while, and felt that the simple spatial positioning method had failed. It's likely to be both Shangri-La and Los Ric. The fragmented spaces are superimposed, forming a three-dimensional labyrinth that cannot be measured by common sense or logic.

You turn around and maybe you can see the back of your head in the mirror, that's how it feels.

In any case, the only way to do this is to keep going.

There was a faint sound in the depths of the palace. The voices I heard before became farther away. To be precise, it is elusive, far and near.

All the way up, hold on to the wall, and try not to make footsteps. The cold mist crept into the surroundings, and the wind wafted the sound of words, as if to tell how prosperous this place used to be. Nan Xiao secretly pricked up his ears, trying to hear clearly. It's a pity that I can't hear it clearly. It wasn't really a speech at all, just a sigh.

At the end of the stairs was an extremely empty hall. The thick pillars were uncountable for a moment, high into the darkness, supporting the huge roof. This temple, which has long since decayed, is still magnificent. It's a pity that it's empty, who is it just now?

Walking out of the main hall, the eyes suddenly opened up.

A majestic city!

With its towering minarets, towering walls, and neatly arranged houses, this is the highest point in the city, and the grandest of the halls. The whole city prostrates at its feet, paying homage to it. Dark clouds covered the entire sky, and the sun was so dim that it could barely leak a little light from the thinner clouds. The whole city was dead silent, with no people, no vehicles, no sound.

This—This is definitely Lothric City, right?

In front of him was a wide staircase, on which several red-eyed Rosric knights stood. Some of them were armed with huge shields and spears, while others carried large swords. Whichever one you feel, you will be crushed.

The red-eyed Luo Qi turned his face and had already found Nan Xiao and Joel.

Seeing these guys getting closer and closer, Nan Xiao felt desperate. What to do? It's impossible to win, these are monsters that only exist in magic. Gunpowder weapons are a fart to them.

Fortunately, it seems that these Luo horses are forbidden to enter the main hall. They go as far as the end of the staircase, and then they don't take any further steps.

Stalemate is not a solution, you can't stay in the dark soul plane forever.

Nan Xiao used his mind with all his might, his thoughts were fast, and he was thinking about the next countermeasures.

The reason why the Uncharted Plane overlaps with the Dark Souls Plane is likely to have something to do with what was taken from the basement of the nameless village. This can be seen from the architectural styles of both. The basement was clearly medieval style of sword and magic, just like the Dark Souls plane.

Who took the contents of the basement? It could be Nathan, or it could be Martinez.

They brought that thing to Shangri-La, and that's why it caused such a big change, it must be like this.

But why would these two guys do this? Is it a dime good for them to have the Shenhai plane and the dark soul plane overlap? I can't understand the motivation behind this. The old pirate came to Shangri-La to live forever, not to become a living corpse.

By the way, these two people must still be in the main hall now.

Just think about it a little with your knees. There are so many knights blocked here at the main entrance, they can't get out.

Back in the empty hall, Nan Xiao and Joel split up to search for Nathan and Martinez.

Step by step, the two of them walked into the depths of the hall, vigilantly observing their surroundings. It was gloomy, filled with the air of death that can only be found in a grave, and the cold and sad aura was everywhere, seeping into every pore.

Ascending the wide staircase and through an imposing arch, they entered the main hall of the main hall. The grandeur here is beyond imagination. Gorgeous and exquisite, magnificent. Although it has been dilapidated for a long time, it can still be recognized in its former glory. Let's just put it this way. If an ordinary person walks into the main hall, within three seconds, he will want to kneel in front of the throne from the bottom of his heart.

The main hall ends on a raised platform. A long black blanket hung from the top of the stage to the ground. Assuming that this is the city of Lothric, then this high platform must be the location of Prince Lothric. But the fire was extinguished, but the shadow of the king was not seen. Both Prince Lothric and Prince Lorian disappeared without a trace.

On the top of the high platform, hanging in the air on all sides, the candle flame is dim, as if there are countless malicious beings hidden in the darkness.

In the middle of the platform, they finally found Nathan.

Nathan leaned near the throne, a bottle of spirits of unknown brand. Martinez fell beside him, a round bullet hole in his forehead, dead for a long time. There are also a few pirates around, and it seems that he has also killed them.

He sat weakly on the ground, with a lot of blood on his clothes.

After just a few days of not seeing him, Nathan has changed a lot. His skin was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were dirty and smelly. His smile was so decadent that his whole person was gray.

"Oh, here you are."

"You made all this?"

Nathan nodded and took a long sip of wine: "Martinez asked me to be a guide." I didn't want at first. Later, in that village, we stumbled upon the secret room underneath the small temple. Haha, do you know what we took from there? ”

This is exactly what Nan Xiao desperately wants to know. "Took what?" He immediately asked.