An ugly head to the left of the snake dragon spat out a large puddle of foul-smelling corrosive acid, and Muhadi hurriedly lowered his head and bent down to dodge. The acid splattered onto the wall behind him, eroding a layer of the wall and hissing sound.

The Psychic Sorcerer dodged a blow and immediately rolled sideways, avoiding a cloud of freezing air from the snake dragon's other head. The ghosts swarmed up to tear Muhadi to shreds. Outside the gate, more enemies were approaching, their footsteps dense like the beat of a rousing drum.

The lobby of this temple is large enough to accommodate a monster as big as a two-headed snake dragon. Coupled with the continuous stream of ghosts, Muhadi, who is not in the best condition, is in an extremely dangerous situation.

The ghosts of halflings are illusory bodies, so naturally they will not be harmed by these enemies. He floated in mid-air, allowing the snake dragon's attacks to pass through his translucent body. "You have to keep an eye on the top of your head," he leisurely reminded Muhadi. "I saw some sneaky people crawling up to the ceiling. ”

The Psychic Warlock looked up, and sure enough, there were more than a dozen infected people crawling on the ceiling with their hands and feet. He knew that he could not stay where he was, and that the only way to deal with these ferocious enemies was to stay in motion and avoid being surrounded.

Muhadi focused and showed a simple ability that allowed him to move quickly when surrounded by enemies. Two ghosts killed him, but were rushed into the middle by the psychic sorcerer with an incredible figure. The latter slashed out, and the two ghosts were cut off by the waist, and the upper body struggled to try to catch Muhadi.

Muhadi held his breath, trying not to let himself breathe in the red mist that erupted from the ghost's corpse. More ghosts rushed over, and a few flew up to them, as if trying to entangle the psychic warlock. At this time, both heads of the two-headed snake dragon took a deep breath, and it was about to spitting and attacking.

In desperation, the Psychic Mancer activated the Crystal Servant that had been carefully tucked away on the inside of his robe with a single thought, and used it to unleash a shockwave ability. A large group of ghosts in front of them were hit by this shockwave and fell to the ground. The Psychic Warlock himself manifested another ability at about the same time, and the irascible energy was bound by psionic energy, forming a bright blue lightning energy spear in his hand, and the sound of electricity piercing the air resounded throughout the temple.

Muhadi remained calm, aiming with great precision, and the snake dragon opened its mouth at this point, ready to spray acid and freezing gas. He raised his energy spear and threw it at the mouth of the snake dragon like a hero in an ancient statue. Bright blue lightning sliced through the air, hitting the monster's exposed jaw.

Time seemed to stop for a moment, and then the two-headed snake dragon let out an earth-shattering roar that shook the ground. The monster rolled in pain, and wisps of dust fell from the ceiling. Even many ghosts standing nearby were knocked down and crushed to death by it, and the corpses burst out in clouds of red mist, and there was chaos around them.

Now the hall of the temple was filled with a poisonous red mist, and Muhadi slashed left and right, carving a veritable bloody path among the endless ghosts. He leapt past the two ghosts, who had two more terrible wounds on his body and fell to the ground without saying a word.

You can't fight against superior enemies in an open field, Muhadi knows that let the terrain be your helper, and let the enemies come to their deaths one by one.

He swung his scimitar and slashed three times in quick succession, cutting off the hinges and locks of a side door beside him, taking a deep breath and kicking the door open.

The aisle behind the door was narrow and low, and even the stairs were a little too mini. Obviously, it's designed to cater to the body of a halfling, but fortunately, it's not so bad that Muhati can't squeeze in. Before the Psychic Warlock rushed through the door, a ghost man fell from the ceiling and tried to grab the Psychic Warlock's leg, but was slashed in the head with a knife, exploding a cloud of blood mist.

The battle was so strange that Muhathir could hear the roar of the plane, the rusty gears and hinges turning, the howling of the two-headed snake dragon, the falling and shattering of things in the shrine, but he could not hear a word. Psychic warlocks don't like to shout when they fight, and the ghosts that are slain are like lifeless spirits, and they don't spit out half a word even if they fall.

The hallway spiraled upwards to the platform on the second floor of the hall, where there were far fewer enemies and the poisonous red mist had not yet spread. Muhati took a hard breath of clean air and turned to meet the enemy who was following him.

Three ghosts attacked him, one of them holding some kind of bone sword with two blades, and Muhadi raised his scimitar in salute. The ghost man remained silent and rushed forward. With a flick of his wrist, the Psychic Warlock slices the first enemy's bone blade, sending it swirling in the air. Muhadi stepped between the two, the scimitar rattling through their necks. The two enemies fell to the ground one after the other, spewing red mist, and then Muhadi struck from behind the first ghost, the blade piercing through his back and through his chest.

The infected man fell forward with a hole in his body, but he didn't bleed all night. A faint red mist was spreading from the wound. The broken bone blade fell to the ground at this time, and there was a dull thud.

Luckily, the halfling infected were not tall or strong, Muhati thought, and at the same time showed his ability to make the floor beneath the other group of ghosts become viscous. The enemies were restrained in their footsteps, and the Psychic Warlock passed through them unaffected, slashing and slashing as he went.

Seven or eight ghost men fell to the ground, and Muhadi saw a table not far away, so he showed his ability to change gravity, pulled the table over and smashed it towards the exit of the second-floor platform. A few of the ghost people who had just rushed out were crushed and struggled to move. The other ghosts didn't come up to help, and it seemed like they didn't have a sense of cooperation.

The ghosts were in disarray, which made it easier for Muhadi to rush into the enemy crowd and slash at them. Psionic energy was raging inside him, and there seemed to be a hurricane hanging in his chest, burning and whistling. The Psychic Warlock had never blessed himself with so many abilities to enhance his combat effectiveness at one time, but he still kept persevering until he was overwhelmed and seemed to have a thousand knives stirring in his head.

"You're all in the light, big man. The ghost of the halfling had been following Muhadi, and then he spoke up. "Even your breath is like a mist of light. Your sword has become bright, too. ”

He was right, Muhadi was shrouded in an inconspicuous light, and all the ghosts who approached him were killed quickly, without exception. However, the number of infected people is too large, the total number of enemies in the hall has not decreased, and more ghosts are still coming from the surrounding area. The poisonous red mist had almost filled the entire temple space.

The Psychic Warlock rushed to the last space that was not filled with red mist, took a hard breath, and turned around to slash another ghost. Although this blow made a big hole in the enemy's body, it did not split him in half, and the scimitar was already curled, and it was no longer as sharp and useful as it was at the beginning.

Muhati was a little nostalgic for his silver blade, which cut everything as if it didn't encounter any obstacles, and maybe he should beg Muscle Daddy to give him a hand.

The wounded two-headed snake dragon fell into a rage, and it raised its two dragon heads and noticed Muhadi who was fighting on the second platform. A blast of freezing air erupted from the mouth of a dragon's head, almost grazing the sleeve of the Psychic Warlock. In order to avoid being pursued continuously, Mohadi had to retreat into an area covered with red fog.

The ghost people seemed to be more difficult to deal with in the dense red mist, not only did they become faster, but they also became more powerful. Their attacks were even more violent and ferocious, and even if they were mortally wounded, they did not seem to die obediently, and even attacked the severed bodies.

Muhadi's scimitar got stuck in the neck of a ghost man, and the guy clutched the blade tightly with his bare hands, not caring if it hurt himself. More ghosts seized the opportunity to attack, and Muhadi didn't have time to draw his scimitar and punched one of them in the head with his bare hands, knocking him back a few steps.

Another ghost man grabbed the hole that the psychic warlock had revealed for a moment and rushed forward in a frenzy. He could have bitten Muhadi on the throat, if it hadn't been pierced by a stabbing trap that suddenly touched.

The voice of the halfling ghost came faintly, "Be careful, big man. You're almost as tall as I am - after your head is ripped off. ”

"Can you control the trap here?" Muhadi leaned back, dodging the ghost's blow.

"Most can't. The ghost said honestly, watching the Psychic Warlock maneuver his bare hands between the four ghosts. "Ah, you've got another one, good punches. ”

"Get down to business!"

"All right," the halfling ghost confessed. "Obviously, I don't have a physical body, so I can't touch any mechanisms. For the same reason, I can't use any control platform. ”

"What happened just now?" Muhati couldn't bear it anymore and took a small breath of air mixed with red mist. It's so choking, he thought, how did this gas become so choking?

"Hmm," said the halfling ghost. "Because I can at least speak, can't I? and luckily some of the machines of my time are voice-activated. ”

"Then control a few more traps and share some of the pressure for me!" Muhadi ordered him.

"It's not that easy, I've tried my best to find it, but there are very few voice-activated machines in this temple, and most of them are broken. Said the ghost of the halfling.

Still, the ghost managed to touch a few more traps. The darts that shot out of the wall hit several halflings of the infected, slightly hindering.

The two-headed snake dragon now psychic warlock escaped from his threat, and not to be outdone, continued the pursuit. It climbed forward onto the first half of the collapsed statue, raised its two heads and took a deep breath, ready to spit out an attack.

Muhadi seized this rare opportunity to excite almost all of his remaining spirits in one fell swoop, showing his ability to change gravity.

In an instant, the gravity inside the entire temple was reversed. The top became the bottom, and the bottom became the top. The Psychic Warlock swung his power amplification to the limit, and the force equivalent to several times the normal gravity pulled many ghosts to the ceiling from above. Most of the infected who stormed the temple hall were injured or killed in the upside-down fall, except for Muhadi himself, who had prepared himself to cling to the edge of a shrine in the wall and not falling to the ceiling.

The two-headed snake was the largest in size and weighed the most. It was affected by the ability and slammed into the top. Half of the statue that had been trampled on by it also fell upwards and smashed heavily on the back of the snake dragon, almost breaking its spine.

The ceiling could not withstand the weight and cracked, and the many ghosts and snakes that fell on the ceiling fell upwards for another section.

At this point, the effect of the ability is over, and gravity returns to normal.

The ghost man and snake dragon that fell into the sky were affected by normal gravity and fell downwards again. The dead ghost man and the broken body rained back to the ground, and the snake dragon stretched desperately in the process of falling, and the two dragon heads bit the edge of the second-story platform fiercely, so that they did not fall to the ground again.

Muhadi pulled out his dagger and rushed to stab the snake dragon in the head. The latter's sturdy scales slashed the tip of his knife, leaving only a shallow white mark. The psychic warlock was not discouraged, and aimed at the snake dragon's eye was a stab. The knife burst into the monster's eyeball, and a cold juice erupted, accompanied by a thick red mist.

The snake dragon was in pain, and let go of its mouth to bite Muhadi. But as soon as it let go of the bloody mouth that was biting the second platform, it couldn't support its weight and smashed to the ground.

Muhadi looked down from the platform and the badly injured snake dragon rolled wildly, finally breaking through a wall and escaping. There was a lot of red and black dragon's blood left on the ground, sticky like some kind of gum. The falling dragon scales are the size of a palm, and the edges are sharp enough to pierce through the skin.

"Awesome. The ghost of the halfling slapped his translucent palm and clapped silently. "Now that the enemies are almost destroyed, let's take the sensor crystal and leave quickly, otherwise a new enemy will be attracted in a while. I don't mind watching one more good show, you don't want to have another big fight. ”

There is no need for a ghost to remind him, and Muhathir himself knows that this place is not suitable for a long time. He hurriedly descended the stairs and walked to the stone table where the crystal had been placed, ready to take the sensor crystal and leave.

Although this multicolored crystal was only the size of a fist, it was unusually heavy. The Psychic Warlock took the crystal in his hand, looked at it for a moment, and then put it in a bag and placed it with the halfling's bones.

"Okay. The ghost of the ancient halfling said, "With this crystal, we're halfway there." Now let's rush to the power room, hoping that there will be fewer ghosts there. ”

Listening to the ghost's words, Muhathir did not act immediately. He noticed that there was something else in the cell where the sensor crystal was placed, and he reached for it.

It looks like a badge and feels like it's metallic. The outer edge of the badge is a circle of gears, the middle part of which is carved into a human face. The left half of the face is a skeleton, eerie and hideous, and the right half of the face is mechanical, weird and terrifying.

It emitted faint psionic fluctuations, just like a living person, and Muhadi tested it with his psionic tentacles out of curiosity.

An unfamiliar consciousness projected a message into Muhadi's mind along the connected soul channel, a magnetic female voice, tuned and chanted, with metallic reverberations that sounded like some kind of mechanical synthesizer.

"My warriors. The voice rang in the mind of the telemancer. Inexplicably, Muhathir felt that the voice exuded an incomparably sacred aura. Although it is extremely weak, it is as deep as a huge ocean, which makes people feel their own insignificance, and they can't help but feel worship. For a moment, the psychic had the illusion that he was communicating with a bygone world, a lost era.

"You have revealed my emblem," the voice continued. "This is the first time in 10,000 years that someone has done this. ”

Muhati felt that the badge in his hand seemed to have a spiritual light, as if it contained great power. Then he felt something inside his body, a violent shock.

It's just a matter of moments.

In this moment, it was as if he was separated from the world. The people and voices around him didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

His body was still standing, but his soul seemed to have flown to another dimension. On the surface, he didn't seem to have changed anything, but inside his body it was as if a big storm had arisen in his body.

Concentrate and show your abilities.

An electric flash flashed from Muhadi's palm, and the Psychic Sorcerer summoned the lightning bolt using what little Psionic Manifestation had left, piercing the emblem. The palm of his hand was also pierced by the electric current, and his eyes were blackened, and a trace of burnt flesh appeared.

"What's going on?" the halfling ghost asked curiously.

"Some kind of illusion trap," Muhadi said. "You dared to tempt me, but fortunately I saw through it. Let's hurry up, and then I'll come back and destroy this heretic altar. ”

"I think the emblem you're holding is real. The ghost commented, "I've seen something like that in my life. ”

"I've already destroyed it, what's the difference between a real one and a fake?" the Psychic Warlock tossed the broken emblem to the ground and trampled it with his feet. "Let's go. ”

As soon as Muhadi walked on his front foot, a large number of ghosts rushed into the ruins of the temple. Those who were still making noises were attacked, and the ghosts who couldn't find the enemy in all directions violently destroyed something that could move. The Psychic Warlock hid in a coral building not far away, secretly glad he hadn't lost too much time.

There was still a long way to go from the power room, and at this time Muhadi only had a dagger left in his hand, and his spirit was running out. It was too difficult to walk through normally, so he had to ask the ghosts of the ancient halflings if there were any shortcuts to the power room and avoid encountering the ghosts wandering around.

"When I think about it," the halfling ghost rubbed its translucent chin. "There you go. ”

"Most of the city's powerhouses are built on the lower floors," the ghost explains. "It's done to use the energy of the tides, I don't know if you can understand it?"

According to the halfling ghost, the power room of the Teal Age is roughly as follows. First, a huge artificial lake was excavated in one area of the city, and the bottom of this lake was connected to the sea outside the city with many dark channels. Huge propellers are installed inside these channels, and when the water level rises due to tidal action, the sea water pours into the lake, causing the propellers to rotate. When the water level drops, this process is reversed, and the lake water backs up into the seawater, which also drives the propeller to generate energy.

Wonderfully, due to the Azure Age Attas, the orbits of the two moons were different from today's. Sometimes there is a spectacle of overlapping moons, and at such times there is an unprecedented tide, providing a surging clean and continuous power for the city.

This dead city was once home to hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of ancient halflings, and almost every street and building lurked with three or five ghost people wandering aimlessly. If you want to take the normal path, it is unrealistic to go down to the power room layer by layer, and then you will encounter at least a dozen groups of wandering ghosts.

However, you can go to the river on the edge of the city first. It has become a deep ditch after the sea has dried up, and it is possible to go down to half the height of the ditch, find the channel leading to the artificial lake, and walk along the channel to the power room.

It sounded dangerous, but Muhati didn't come up with a feasible idea himself, so he nodded in agreement.

The psychic warlock cautiously moved towards the edge of the city, asking for the ghost of the halfling on the way. "Is there a place in this city where I can get a weapon?" his scimitar had just been lost in battle, and now he had no weapons at hand.

"I know what you want, big man. The halfling ghost responded. "But there are two problems here, first, you are too big to use our weapons. Second, we rarely use metal weapons, most of them use living weapons or armor. ”

"What is a living weapon?"

"For example, the Hydra Whip, each snake head can secrete a special poison that will never let go once it bites the enemy. Now, thousands of years have passed, and it is estimated that the hydra whip has only one short handle and nine snake backbones left. ”

Unable to find a proper weapon, al-Muhadi relied on the dagger he had at hand. Coming to the river at the edge of the city, he looked into the deep ravine. Thousands of ghosts and a thick red mist are at the bottom of the ditch, and if you fall down, you will never recover.

The psychic mancer carefully gripped the wall of the ditch and climbed downward, like a rock climber. The walls of this ditch are coral, and there is no shortage of places to grip. When he encountered a particularly difficult place to climb, he used a dagger to assist, inserted it into the ditch wall, grabbed the handle and climbed down.

The ditch was about two hundred feet deep, and when it reached more than a hundred feet, the psychic warlock rested for a while. At this time, he was about the same distance from the street market above his head and the ghost crowd at the bottom of the ditch.

During the climb, some gravel was accidentally touched and fell to the bottom of the ditch. The ghost man who had been hit by the rubble seemed to sense something, and stopped as if listening.

"Ah, look. The halfling ghost reminded Muhadi. "There's a water pipe outlet that's less than two hundred feet to your right, and you can see it when you crawl sideways. ”

The psychic mancer concentrated, and a shock wave came out of his palm. Judging from the echo, the ghost was right, there was indeed a water pipe more than two hundred feet on the right.

He crept cautiously over, one hundred and fifty feet, one hundred feet, ninety feet, eighty feet...... The ghost man at the bottom of the ditch was unaware of it, and he was about to climb to the exit.

A large chunk of coral was overwhelmed and peeled off at Muhadi's feet. The Psychic Warlock stepped into the air and fell downward. In the thrill, he slammed the dagger into the ditch wall, and then clung to a protruding coral to stabilize himself, and by this time, he had slipped about seven or eight feet away.

A large amount of rubble fell to the bottom of the ditch, alarming the ghosts. These mindless infected instinctively wanted to find the source of the sound, only to see them use their hands and feet together, and they also began to climb.

The Psychic Warlock hurried to the exit of the waterway, and in the midst of the danger, he exerted all his strength to increase his strength. Originally, he had to climb a long way up the fifty feet left, but now it only took him a third of the time to rush into the water pipe and shake off the ghost.

The water pipes, or dark waterways, of this halfling are as spacious as the sewers of the great cities on Earth. However, the material is not metal, and it feels like a shell.

The powerhouse of the dead city is right in front of you.

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