"Don't worry about things in the dark! they're not real!" said the speaker, though articulate and eloquent, but his expression was unusually tense and guarded. In this artificially created darkness, even the Barak Bloodline should be on the lookout. But what exactly did he have to watch out for? In the Land of No Light, vampires were clearly feared, and what could they fear? The huge palm of his hand slowly caressed Jung's shoulder, making the corners of his mouth twitch subconsciously.

"Fuck off. The white-haired elf gave a hideous expression, and with a wave of his right hand, the cloak behind him spread like a bat's wings. The large hand immediately disappeared into the darkness, leaving a gray-white handprint on his shoulder. Jung didn't feel threatened, judging by the scar on his shoulder, he was more disgusted with the hand staining his clothes. But that's just for him, and the rest of the people in this mess aren't so calm. Or perhaps Jung himself was not at ease, but his long life taught him to hide his emotions in the most critical situations, and of course it is more likely that his facial muscles have lost their vitality for too long.

"Not really? I've never seen such a real apparition! Are you going to tell me that if we don't resist, these things won't be torn apart by us? it's murder!" Alice brandished a short knife, which was different from the short sword she had used before, with no distinct grid to distinguish the blade from the grip, and the blade was only two-thirds the thickness of the blade, and only one blade was opened. Such weapons are less common in human communities and are more common among elves, especially those who have left the forest to live on the plains and build cities. They have more to resist than their counterparts in the forest, so they have higher requirements for weapons.

"Those things are dust! Don't you see, my dear little parrots, they're just dust! they can only get your clothes dirty, damn it, so don't let your excess war spirit stir up more ups and downs! You create your opponents yourself!" the vampire's voice was tinged with anger, and his right foot stepped out, shattering some of the creatures on the floor, he didn't know what those things were, and he didn't want to know, because they were just dust.

But the witcher's protest wasn't a mess, and for Alice, what her blade slashed at each time was not only real, but also had temperature and quality. And from the monocle on the bridge of her nose, the enemies that came in the darkness were all intact, not at all like phantoms created by tricks used to intimidate. Jung is indeed well-informed, but he also has things he doesn't know, and there are times when he makes wrong judgments. Those mistakes will pay a price, and for the bloodline who no longer has a heartbeat, it is not a big deal to have a hole in their body, but it is not a family reunion, and the rest of the six-person team cannot accept this price.

"She has a point, white-haired bat, we're not wizards, if the things here are really as you say, find a way to crack them. We'll trust you then, and we'll have to fight this dirty,, god-stuff until then. Because it just plucked my fur!Hey, didn't anyone tell you that if you pluck a cat's hair, you'll get scratched by a cat!" The Swift Sword flew up and down in the dark, shimmering with a dark green sheen peculiar to bronze. Unlike the bronze artifacts that had been dug up from the graves, the light reflected by the sword that had been used as a weapon was not cold, but more like a soft halo of green. Everywhere the green light passed, the enemies were all scattered.

The vampire's eyes turned redder, not because he was angered by Kairas's words, but because he had heard more insults, which was nothing. The main reason is that he is deeply aware that he has missed the opponent's arrangement. If the traps set up in the previous level were the work of one person, then the problems they encountered at this time came from the original owners here, that is, the cultists. Only they could use such a method, and for a while, they were immersed in the thrill of breaking the serial scheme, and led the team into this trap. For a leader who thinks he has the ability to see things in small ways, this inevitably brings considerable frustration.

"Dust, where there is no light, you can be everything, and when you are exposed to the light, you become the most uncaring thing. There are similarities between us, but unfortunately, you are only something that has been drawn by magic, and you are fundamentally different from me. When I was younger, a human I knew told me that his people believed that rats grew out of rotting grass and that decaying plants turned into flying insects. I laughed at him and told him that rats can only be born from mice, and that flying insects can only come from pupae and eggs. Now, whoever your spells come from embarrass me. People live for a long time, and many things can be let go, but the only thing that can't be let go is the past. ”

The scarlet eyes bloom with a terrifying color in the pitch-black floor, and unlike the magic light in the caster's eyes, the red light in the eyes of the bloodline does not spread outward, it only exists in the eyes, does not form pillars of light, and does not produce halos. False, like two red stickers on the wall, inreminiscent of the eyes of a living being. Vampires can't be called creatures in the first place, they are immortals beyond life and death, death eaters. The white-haired elf spread his hands, fingers gripping the cloak behind his back, and the bat spread its wings completely, but not to fly. Inside the ornate cloak was a terrifyingly deep darkness that devoured the other darkness, and in the space where the darkness vanished, light emerged. Such an eerie sight is confusing, because darkness and light are not supposed to be presented in this way, but fortunately, it only lasted for a very short time. A moment later, the darkness returned.

The space that had just been filled with the sound of fighting fell silent, the dusty enemy did not attack again, and there was a slight glimmer of light in the originally dark room out of nowhere. It's no surprise that it's daytime outside, and the gaps in the planks or the windows can be a gateway to the sun. Jung regained his prosaic appearance, a wide cloak wrapped around his body, revealing only one head. He looked around and reached out to throw out a rock.

"Smack!" the stone hit the wall, and the splash of cremation lit up the sconces that hung there. With this light, the team found more lampstands, and in the process of gradually lighting up the surroundings, they also had a general idea of the situation on this level. Compared to the previous two-storey house, it looks like it hasn't been renovated yet. Except for the floor near the secret staircase, most of the floor was covered in tattered pieces of cloth, with stone bricks and mud underneath. Echoing this is the layout of the floors, where there is no clear concept of a room, except for a few thicker walls to share the weight of the four walls, which makes people feel empty. But the strange thing is that in such an empty place, even the sound of footsteps may have an echo, but there is not the slightest such situation between the few people fighting, as if the darkness fills the space so that the sound will not return.

However, magic and anomaly have this property, and in the midst of unclear chaos, everything they cause is unreasonable. Looking back after the spell has been lifted, those discords are likely to be the key to the spell's design that puts pressure and confusion on the caster. People who have become accustomed to dealing with spells will soon be relieved, they have been through that situation too many times, knowing that the past will not come again, and the only thing they can grasp is the present.

"Here, it's like a corral for something. Atta covered her nose and said to something near a wall. A few people searched for prestige, and saw a large nest of rotten straw, and all kinds of food scattered next to the nest, from rotten bones and meat to vegetables and fruits, most of which were thrown away after a few bites.

They exchanged glances with each other, if this was really a beast pen, then what was it keeping, and where did that thing go now? and most importantly, where were the owners of this house, the cultists?