The lowest level of Edward's crypt, unlike the previous layers of clean air, the corridor behind the gate exuded some kind of instinctive desire to leave, the smell of death. "It smells worse than rotten meat, what did you put in the bottom layer?" Jack, who had the sharpest sense of smell, nearly fainted from the smell, covering his mouth and nose, and took a few steps backwards, complaining to the old ghoul beside him. The old man didn't care about the werewolf's disrespectful speech, under this stench, his indifferent expression finally changed, even though this soul keeper could already see a lot of things, but the fact that the family's holy place was desecrated still made him feel angry.

"This is the fog of death, and it will cause serious harm to all the living. If we go in like this, it won't be long before the lungs start to rot. Cheese frowned, and he quickly recognized the source of the smell. However, this does not mean that the Grey Mage can solve the immediate problem, usually the way to deal with the dead fog is to destroy it with sunlight, but where is the sunlight in the depths of this crypt? But this amount of work can not be completed overnight.

"I'll do it. Just when the mage felt troubled, the old man who had suppressed his anger came over with a lantern. "Do you have a solution?" Cheese was surprised, he had never heard of a Soul Keeper having access to such a large amount of Death Mist. "Sort of. The old ghoul nodded, put the lantern in his hand on the ground, motioned for the members of the team to step back, and then walked indifferently into the dead fog in the eyes of everyone.

Several people looked at each other, they didn't know what the solution was that the old man was talking about, this strong aura of death made ordinary senses ineffective. Only Cheese's eyes gleamed with a terrifying light, and through the vision of magic, he was the only one who could see into the mists of death. Because of this, the mage's eyes widened wider and wider, and his expression visibly distorted, just because he saw that the ghoul who had walked into the death fog was gulping down the dead air in the air!

The stench in the air became lighter and weaker, and soon it was almost unsmellable. The old man in sackcloth walked back slowly, his steps more vain than before, as if he were about to fall at any moment. Seeing this, Cheese wanted to step forward to help the other party, but was stopped by the ghoul reaching out. "Don't worry about me, my old bones are still holding up. It's just that I eat a little too much, and I may not be able to maintain my human form, so I hope you don't get surprised. After saying that, the thin old man began to change, and his inelastic skin was pulled, making people worry that it would break open at any moment. Soon a ghoul who had ever seen the thinnest ghoul Cheese had ever seen appeared in front of them, and unlike his intimidating-looking kind, the old ghoul's teeth and claws had lost their power over time, and he looked like a disproportionate mummy.

Cheese bowed slightly, ghouls are also a type of living being, and neither feeding on corpses nor believing in death can make them immune to the effects of the death mist, so the old man's act of devouring the death fog is tantamount to sacrificing himself in exchange for the way forward for the team. This made the mage feel uncomfortable, and he was here to kill the lich and stop more people from dying, not to create new sacrifices. The ghoul seemed to see Cheese's pain, and slowly sat down against the wall, and said to the mage, "I need to take a break, and I'm sorry I can't follow you all on the rest of the road." I hope you can do what you want and make it all count. As the words fell, the eyes that were cloudy with old age closed quietly.

His breathing stopped. The wolfwalker leaned his head close to the guide's chest and listened for a moment. Everyone knew the meaning of the words, and they were silent, but the hands holding the weapons were clenched tighter. "Let's go. Cheese was the first to speak, flicking his gray robe, picking up the lantern on the floor, and leading the way up the steps to the deepest part. The rest of the team didn't complain and followed the gray figure in front of them.

The sound of "click" boots smashing dry bones echoed through the hallways, and the further down you went, the more bones appeared on the steps, from humans, livestock, and even rat people and ghouls. Obviously, they were not part of Edward's Crypt before, because in the teachings of the Soul Keepers, after the body of the deceased is eaten, their bones must be put into the coffin, on the one hand, to prevent suspicion that someone will not be able to see the body after opening the coffin, and on the other hand, it is also the insistence of the Soul Keepers, who firmly believe that their actions only hasten the process of decomposing the corpse, and are not an evil act.

That being the case, the origin of these bones is clear. Cheese leaned over and pinched a small piece of broken bone with his fingers, twisted it even more finely, and put it under his nose to smell it. "The bones are fresh, and their owners have just died. "Are you sure? I'm afraid they're going to dry up as much as my great-grandfather." The wolfwalker frowned and did the same thing as the mage, but in his opinion, the dry bones were a sign that they had been lying here for a long time.

"Something has taken something out of these bones...... matter, turned them into this. We've picked up a bit, and if I'm guessing correctly, the damn lich is regaining its power. Necromancy wasn't Cheese's forte, and he could barely recognize that the abnormal weathering of the bones was due to magic, but the mage wasn't sure what kind of magic was causing the bones all over his feet. But apparently whatever the effect of the magic, it must be the lich hiding here who is using it.

When the few people who followed behind heard this, they all drew their weapons and were ready to enter the battle at any time. They didn't have to wait long.

The end of the crypt soon appeared in front of the team's eyes, and it was worth mentioning that, unlike the other classes, this empty space contained countless candlesticks made of skulls, and dark blue flames danced from the top of the skull, transforming the entire crypt into an afterlife. On the ground, there were bones piled up to the calves of adults, and no one would recognize their former owners anymore, and in the face of this sheer number, the individuals seemed meaningless.

"Here you are, the High Disciple of the Lord of the Grey Tower, the Savior of the Counts of Salon, the Tamer of the Red Dragon, the Warrior of the Ghoul King, Cheese. An emotionless voice came from the deepest part of the hall, and in the darkness that no light could illuminate, two dark blue specks of light stared at the intruders on the steps. "If I still had hands, I would applaud what you're doing in this city. You're so good that you can get werewolf and human knights to walk with you, and even witches and ghouls to join your alliance. But alas, I don't have your luck, and the failed teleportation magic has cost me too many limbs. As he spoke, the bones on the floor of the room began to glow with the same blue flames as in the skull lampstand, which lit up the room, revealing the body sitting on a broken stone prayer table, with only the head and upper ribs remaining.

"Looks like this guy is still your admirer?" said the Wolfwalker with a grin, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and a fierce battle intent in his green pupils. A crippled lich? This somewhat disappointed Jack. In his opinion, such a weak opponent can be solved quickly by himself, and he does not need the strength of the entire squad at all.

But Cheese stopped his companion from trying to rush forward, and the magic light in the mage's eyes was rapidly turning white. "Don't go over, it's lying. All the bones in this whole crypt are its body. ”