Sam and the others walked down the long steps, and in the dimly lit corridor in front of them, there were decorative artificial columns on the walls on either side every 10 feet, and the floor was paved with large bluestone slabs. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Further on, it was darkness.

Alan lit the torch he was carrying with him and handed it to Sam. And the bald uncle is at the forefront, and his brain is full of how to escape.

He immediately paid a terrible price for his behavior.

The uncle stepped on a new-looking stone slab in the hallway, but he himself was unaware. The loose slab immediately collapsed, and a huge pit appeared in front of several people.

The middle-aged uncle had not yet lost what he had learned, and when he felt the emptiness under his feet, he immediately plunged his dagger into the dirt on the wall of the pit, but by this time he had fallen some distance, and the tip of the stake in the pit had pierced his calf fiercely. With a muffled grunt, Amos felt really old for the first time.

"Amos, are you dead?" Sam took the torch and shone it into the pit, and it lit up below, and the scattered wooden stakes stood at the bottom of the pit, and even a layman like Sam knew that this pit was definitely not the work of a professional.

And it nearly killed a real thief.

Sam's face was grim, and he said in a deep voice, "Amos, I need a clever thief, not a fool who stumbles into a trap. ”

Then he stretched out the blade of the long sword in front of the bald uncle: "Hold it, I'll pull you up." ”

Amos gritted his teeth, understanding that the other party was trying to teach himself a lesson, he stretched out his hand and grasped the blade, and the red blood instantly stained the blade red.

The uncle returned to the ground, gasping and wrapping his wounds in strips of cloth torn from his clothes. Then he said, "Give me a torch." ”

"Amos, I hope there will be no more such a shoddy trap before me. Sam said meaningfully, and then pinched Ariel's face with his hand, and the girl was gagged by a mass of rags, and she could only cry and cry.

The uncle took the torch and staggered through the narrow passage at the edge of the pit, in front of which was a small square burial chamber.

In this dusty burial chamber, there are intricately carved sarcophagi in each of the four corners, each with a human skeleton in rusty armor leaning against each other.

Amos stretched the torch forward, and the flickering flames immediately made him see the black dry bones beneath the armor. He immediately retreated, these were the undead who had been purified by the dark forces.

Sam listened to his account with a frown, took out a bottle of holy water from his bosom, carefully poured the small half bottle onto a piece of cloth, and wiped his long sword. He then gave it to Alan, who finally had Amos wipe the holy water with his black dagger.

It was still the uncle who stood at the front, and Sam stood behind him to cover, of course, this, everyone present believed that once he encountered an irresistible existence, he would definitely use Amos as a shield at the first time.

The bald uncle swooped down on a skeleton in the corner, as if crossing an invisible line, and four dark green soul fires instantly burned in the minds of several skeletons—they woke up.

When one of the skeletons woke up, the dark green soul power flowed rapidly down the emaciated skeleton from within the skull, and under the black bones, dark red lines like magma appeared one by one, and soon, the entire skeleton was covered by these lines. If Byron had been here, he would have almost thought it was a robot in the shape of a skeleton.

But Sam and Amos both looked horrified.

Perhaps, in the mage's world, this skeleton has its own unique academic name. But in the world of these ordinary people, it has an easy-to-understand name - Skeleton Mage.

Instead of immediately turning around and selling his teammates, Sam urged Amos, "Kill that skeleton first." ”

Although he did not specify which one, Amos did not think about it, and immediately rushed over. Several skeletons gathered around him, and Sam breathed a sigh of relief at the black skeleton that had sold his back to him—apparently the other party was acting on instinct, not an intelligent being.

So he ran two quick steps to the back of a skeleton. He stared at the other man's neck and swung his long sword horizontally, intending to return this guy to the embrace of the earth.

A leaky inhalation echoed through the cramped room, and Sam felt an invisible flow of air converging toward the skeleton mage. Then the visible concussive air flow spread, and the bones of several skeletons trembled, and Sam's blade stopped at a finger's distance from the skeleton's cervical vertebrae, and he lost his strength.

Amos was then knocked head-on by the transparent air bullet, spitting blood, passing over Sam's head, tumbling and falling at Alan's feet. At first, the young guards thought that this sinister guy was cheating, and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak up on him. Then he saw Sam turn around, a look of horror on his pale face, and his wriggling lips silently trying to convey something.

It was the first time he had seen his boss look like this, so he tightened his grip on the girl in his arms, who was looking at the bald uncle on the ground, squirming violently.

Then Alan saw behind Sam, a mysterious skeleton with smooth lines carved all over his body, pointing his fingers together towards the hallway where they were.

Fear crept up his spine to the top of his head, and the cold hairs all over his body instantly stood up, and his scalp tingled for a while.

"BlastForce", the skeleton mage uttered two ancient words from the lost teeth.

Sam immediately felt himself being hit from behind by a dragon, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, flying off the ground and flying towards Allen.

Before the young man and the girl could make a surprised expression, a huge force hit them head-on at the same time, and Alan howled miserably, could no longer hold the girl, and flew out. Ariel and the unconscious bald uncle also rolled and slid into the hallway.

The skeletons leaned crookedly and hungrily, and when they attacked the invaders, they did not hesitate or be merciful, and they never backed down, and the battle would only cease when one of them was completely destroyed.

The other side

Byron exhaled lightly, breaking free from the changing dream. He opened his eyes, and his blank gaze gradually became clear. He immediately rolled over and sat up, and then muffled, the wound on his body, although scabbed, was not completely healed.

He looked left and right, but saw no sign of Amos, so he stood up with difficulty on his hands on the ground.

"This money-grubbing fellow. Byron looked at the few fanny packs thrown on the ground unpleasantly, obviously, he was preempted by the bald uncle.

Byron used his sword as a crutch and walked towards the hall of the temple, where he wanted to return the way he came, and Amos was supposed to be there. Byron clutched his wound because he moved so far that blood began to seep out from under the scab, and soon, his hands were covered in blood.

With a wry smile, Byron walked to the double open door, and on the open half of the door, the angel of eternal death, who was only half of his body, looked a little weird, he raised his head suspiciously, and stared at her carefully.

"Boom"

A loud bang came from behind Byron, and he subconsciously leaned forward, put his bloodstained hand on the angel's feet, and then looked back.

Sam was rushing up the stairs with a large pool of blood on his chest, and he looked a little frightened. He glanced behind him in a panic, then turned back to Byron standing in the doorway looking at him suspiciously.

Sam was stunned for a moment, then ran over in small steps and said, "Byron, you're finally awake." ”

Byron frowned, nodded, and asked, "What happened?"

"There's a skeleton in the back, let's run. ”

Byron withdrew his hand from the door, turned his body directly at Sam, and looked at him with disdain: "Can't you win a few skeletons?"

Sam stopped a few meters away, glanced at Byron's bloodstained waist and asked, "Do you still have magic?"

Byron nodded, and Sam laughed heartily, and he said, "Let's go first, there are a bit more skeletons in the back." Byron nodded again, and then footsteps were heard from under the steps, and Alan rushed up with his ass urine.

Byron frowned slightly, sensing that something was going on.

At this time, the angel of eternal death on the door turned his dark eyes and cast his gaze. All three of them were aware of this scalp-numbing malice at the same time. Several people looked at the door in astonishment.

The two doors slammed shut, and the relief of the Angel of the Eternal Dead writhed and walked down from the door.

Byron had the heart to step back, but he only had time to take a small step back.

The Angel of Eternal Death stretched her head forward slightly, silently cracking its large mouth, where fine particles continued to fall from her head and turn into dust in the air.

The entire burial chamber fell silent suddenly

The angel tilted his chin slightly

The entire space shook, and on the floor of the tomb, intricate runes emerged from the depths.

The flame on the oil lamp hanging on the wall slowly extinguished, and the burial chamber went dark, then suddenly lit up again.

A twinkling starry sky appeared at the feet of several people.

Byron looked in horror at the sea of "stars" on the ground, which was full of holy runes. He knew what it was, Rune Circle.

Before he had time to think about anything else, waves of screams rang out from the angel's mouth, and with the angel as the center, the dense runes began to shake like ripples.

The three of them were conquered by an inexplicable impulse and fell to their knees in vain.

More runes were still gathering, and Byron began to feel a little dizzy, and his body began to feel a strange lightness, and he immediately realized that this was the cause of excessive blood loss.

But he was powerless to stop it, and now, he couldn't even move a finger. Byron tried to struggle, but was quickly knocked out by the constant influx of sleepiness.

Sam and Allen also fell to the ground at the same time, unconscious.

Soul Frontier

Byron had never felt so healthy and strong.

In front of him was the bottom of a valley covered with dense maple trees, and a stream was flowing in front of him, and in the stream a small silver fish wagged its tail and went upstream, the stream crashed against the protruding rocks and made a gurgling sound, and the fiery red maple leaves swayed gently in the breeze.

Everything was so real, Byron closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and the fresh, natural air entered his lungs along the airways as his chest expanded.

Byron opened his eyes and looked at the reflection in the stream, his expression a little heavy.

It was a young man with black hair and black eyes, soft short hair that was meek and slightly raised. His clear, bright eyes were looking at Byron intently.

Byron shook his head and laughed, and two shallow dimples appeared on the cheeks of the young man who looked very different from him, and he also laughed in the reflection.

Obviously, I fell for illusion.

Byron was about to take a closer look at the knowledge of illusion from the Basic Magic.

A person suddenly sprang out of the woods on the other side of the stream, it was Amos, Byron recognized it at a glance, and the other party looked at him anxiously: "Byron, hurry up and follow me, someone is injured." ”

Without waiting for Byron's reply, he turned around and entered the woods.

Byron was stunned for a second, Amos could never have known himself now.

"Anyone?" Byron stepped on the rocks that were out of the water, stepped across the stream in a few steps, and followed the faint figure in front of him as he continued to walk up the mountain.

The other walked fast, when Byron was about to lose his figure. Byron saw a wooden house halfway up the hill, and the figure of Amos stepped in.

"Isn't this Chablis's tavern?" Byron pouted, but as he approached, he noticed something different.

There were three cabins, with a wooden door to the left and right of the hall, and the old chablis of Chablis had a living room in front of it, and the rooms were arranged in order.

The wooden door on the left was open, and Byron leaned over to see the scene that made him want to laugh.

Sam lay on the wooden bed in a daze, his upper clothes had been taken off, and the snow-white gauze had wrapped around his abdomen several times, and the blood stains on the gauze were expanding, and he had not succeeded in stopping the bleeding.

Sam's emaciated face was unbearably unbearable to look at, his sparkling eyes staring at Byron outside the door, his lips squirming slightly, as if to say something.

Amos stood by the bedside at this time, and did not speak, but just stared at Byron. Byron glanced at the closed wooden door opposite.

So Byron bent the corners of his mouth, pointed to the wooden door, and asked Amos, "Who lives over there?"

"That's a poor woman. Amos paused for a second, and replied like a robotic machine. It was as if what he was hiding under his skin was not blood, but intricate circuitry.

At this moment, there was a tremor, and Byron staggered, holding on to the door frame so as not to fall, and the whole earth shook, but the furnishings of the wooden house were firmly fixed in place, and Amos was still standing in front of Sam's bed, staring at Byron with two eyes.

Byron quickly exited the room, apparently not alone in his illusion, someone forcibly connecting his mind with other souls.

Think of a chaotic world woven by the consciousness of many people, full of traps, chaos, or turbulent thoughts—the abyss of consciousness.

The nervousness forced Byron to turn around with difficulty, staggering to the closed door, and resting his hand on the wooden door.

The shaking immediately stopped

Byron pushed the door open, and there was no bed or furniture, just a woman lying alone on the cold floor.

As if she heard the door open, she twisted her body and turned her face around, her pale and puffy face was faintly bruised, and her long black hair was scattered on the floor, like a female ghost.

She struggled all the way to Byron's feet, she swallowed, raised her head and stretched out her twisted hand, her purple lips trembling, and the old and kind language resounded in the room.

"Help me. ”

Byron squatted down, tilted his head and stared at the other person's face for a long time, and finally matched the face with someone in his memory. Byron grinned and laughed like a child eating candy.

Byron stretched out his hand, shook it with the other party, and said softly, "I haven't seen each other for thousands of years, sister."

Then the whole world shook violently, and some buildings suddenly emerged from the ground, sprung up straight into the clouds, and the whole valley began to crumble.