The white palace hidden underground, because of the thick gray air flow floating and rotating above, blocked the sunlight and all light sources. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But it seems that the palace is still clear, as if there is some special light that illuminates everything underground.

The palace is built against the mountain wall, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer more brilliant than the layer, from a distance, majestic, not inferior to the palace of any city.

Arte didn't know what these white building materials were, but a huge palace was pure white from the outside from beginning to end, and there was always a strange feeling when you looked at it.

Including those white-robed guards who quickly shuttled around the palace, everything was only related to white, and it was so white that it was like a heavenly rendering, making everything mysterious.

She waited on the stone staircase of the gate for days, becoming more and more anxious every day. During this period, the white-robed guards came several times, and in addition to bringing her sumptuous food, they also occasionally persuaded her to rest in the dormitory. She just nodded and smiled, didn't move, and ate very little food.

By the morning of the seventh day, the air currents above had finally changed abnormally, and they were spinning faster and faster, like several gray dragons hovering there. Art felt her heart beat out, she became more and more excited, and as the center of the air began to spread out in all directions, a beam of sunlight pierced vertically, and she almost wanted to conjure up the wind and fly up.

But soon her excited heart rolled down like a boulder, and disappointment crept up on her face. Descending from above was not the Sky-Slayer Ember she had been thinking about, but a group of black-robed people, their heads all hidden in huge hoods, completely invisible. Behind their robes, there is a huge skull pattern, and they all hold a cane that looks like a human hand bone, and what is even stranger is that their hands are also bloodless dry bones.

They descended slowly, and in the midst of them were a multitude of expressionless and bloodless people, some of them in ragged clothes, who looked like beggars or vagabonds, some of whom were a little old, but who did not look destitute, but more like a group of refugees.

"So many more souls have been taken away. ”

Aat was startled, turned his head to look at the white-robed guard who was talking not far away, and asked, "What do you mean?"

The white-robed guard bowed respectfully and said, "Those hell messengers brought with them are all human souls, and they have forcibly drained the souls of those who were still alive in some way. ”

Art's face turned a little pale in an instant, and he continued to ask, "If you take away your soul, will you die?"

The white-robed guard nodded, shook his head again, thought for a while, and said, "If a person's life reaches the end of their life, or if they die in some accident, then a messenger from hell will appear and take their souls in their bodies that are not consciously controlled to hell. But these people did not die at the end of their lives, nor did they die accidentally, they were suddenly drained of their souls when they were living well. It stands to reason that if the soul is stripped away, the person will die, but the flesh of these people will not decay, they will be implanted with a new consciousness to control the body, and become a special kind of slave, or rather, the walking dead!"

Art suddenly thought of the wonderful army under Li Zhen, the status and combat strength of that mysterious army were even far higher than the "Dark Storm" that he was once proud of, could it be that this is how those people came?

Fear suddenly came to her heart, and she only felt a cool breath coming out of her heart, if those people really came like this, then what did Li Zhen do, and how would she take the souls of others. Is all this really made by chestnuts?

"Keep your head down, don't look, don't speak. Seeing that Yate was about to step forward to observe, the white-robed guard broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly grabbed her, and whispered a warning. That tone was definitely a warning, not a deference. Ath also realized something, and hurriedly lowered his head.

After waiting for a long time, the messengers of hell with countless souls finally disappeared into the cave outside the white palace. The white-robed guard whispered, "Princess, they have already left. Arte looked up. The gray air currents above had calmed down again, and the sunlight had been cut off.

"Is hell down in this crater?" Atté looked at the pitch-black pit in the distance ahead, a place untouched by the White Palace. Judging from the scope, this palace should have been built here against the pit wall in this way, if you don't guess wrong, the bottom of the palace must be volleyed, without any support.

She thought of the little pavilion above, and the two buildings were almost identical. She wasn't in the mood to think about the principle that this building could be volleyed by just sticking to one side of the stone wall, so she asked the white-robed guards beside her, "This has happened before, right?"

The white-robed guard nodded and said, "It has appeared five times, each time in the thousands, and this time, the number is too amazing. If I'm not mistaken, judging by the clothes of those souls, the owners of those souls should all be people who fled for some reason. ”

"Flee?" Art's heart tightened, and suddenly he seemed to understand something. Judging from what is happening so far, the only thing that can lead to a large number of refugees is the war between Night City and Fog City, could it be that these are all people from Fog City?

She stood up all of a sudden and said, "Send me out, I'm going to find the Heavenly Killer, he must not fight Ye Lingxin now." ”

"But ......"

"No, but. Yat directly interrupted the hesitation of the white-robed guard, and said, "It is a huge conspiracy of his plan to instigate the city of Dark Night to attack the city of fog, because the war will cause many people to be displaced and refugees will be overwhelmed, and he can take this opportunity to use those homeless people as a base to build his war machine." And because of this, a large number of souls were sent to hell and into the hands of that guy, and in this case, it would be terrible. She paused and continued: "In terms of the current holy magicians in the world, only the two of them may have the strength to compete with them, and the big battle between them will definitely be a duel between you and the death, if there is one less person, then this strength will be lost by half, and the ability to fight will be much weaker. Speaking of this, there seemed to be tears in her eyes, and the rest of her words were almost as soft as a mosquito sound, "I'm also afraid that he will die in Yeling's novice." ”

The white-robed guard also seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem, and said, "Princess, you can rest here in peace, and we will send someone to chase after you immediately." ”

"Nope. Art returned categorically, "I'm going too, and if you don't let me out, then I'll jump into that pit, and that's the entrance to hell down there, right?"

The white-robed guard hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay." Then he quickly stepped away. After a while, there was a rush of footsteps, and more than twenty white-robed guards came behind Art.

They form a circle around Astra, their hands held high, palms facing upwards. Yat felt his body flutter lightly, and he actually flew up without wind.

The gray air currents above spun faster, and soon spread out in all directions, revealing the bright sky and the emerald green of the surrounding mountain tops. Art breathed a sigh of relief and slowly floated upwards with the white-robed guard.

Then, they heard a sneer, cold and piercing!

Art's heart tightened, the voice was all too familiar.

The sound came from the pitch-black pit below, that is, from hell. The word "Death" popped into Art's mind, and she knew that Death wouldn't let them out of here no matter what.

"Let's go. Ath roared, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he rose much faster. The air currents above surged at a rapid pace, like several gray dragons, roaring, waiting for their prey.

Immediately after, several pitch-black pillars emerged from the deep pit, and in the blink of an eye they were already at their feet. Arte was just about to remind "be careful", when the whole person was suddenly thrown upwards by something, directly through the airflow, straight up to the pavilion.

She looked down in a panic, the gray air currents were about to close, and the twenty or so white-robed guards formed a huge net of white silk threads, tightly suppressing those black pillars. But it was clear that they simply could not suppress it for long, and the white net had already been broken in many places.

They looked up at Art, as if to say something, but their voices were muffled by the howling wind. But Arte still saw it in the shape of his mouth, and what they said:

- Go and save him!