Byron was stunned, Pyne chose to blaspheme directly, attracting divine punishment and dying with the corpse demon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Rationally, his choice was understandable, as any humanoid (including human) creature killed by the ghouls would transform into another ghoul, a derivative that would be controlled by the ghouls who created it, and would maintain this servitude until it was destroyed. Moreover, the soul of the derivative body will also be imprisoned in the body and endure endless torture.

But emotionally speaking, Byron felt a little guilty and had little to no effect on himself. was a little frightened, and silently decided in his heart that he couldn't mess with these priests in the future, they were all deadly guys.

With Pyne's death and the hallway plunged into darkness, Byron returned to the Holy Chamber, where the four statues in the chain flail and leather masks made him feel a little weak, and only after repeatedly confirming that they were only statues did he approach the altar slightly.

The closer you get to the altar, the thicker the black mist that surrounds the ground, and the surface of the sewn cowhide shoes is corroded by just touching the mist.

Byron retracted his feet and walked around the perimeter of the altar.

Mystical runes and patterns formed a standard circle around the altar, and the magic of darkness flowed slowly in the shallow marks that sank into the ground. There was a mist of negative energy escaping from that page of magical notes.

Curiously, Byron picked up the rotten wood scattered on the ground and poked it, and the wood immediately began to rot as if it had touched sulfuric acid.

Still, the wood managed to poke the page.

The yellowed pages rippled slightly in the air, and Byron knew at once what had happened to him. The dark magic that had been imprisoned by the magic circle also spread, and the entire room was suddenly dark, except for two wind lamps that swayed in the room like the eyes of monsters.

[Warning, you are being corrupted by the dark ......]

[Warning, cardiopulmonary function declines ......]

Byron's face turned pale, and he subconsciously leaned back, but the inside of the holy room was darkened, and there was a tingling sensation on the exposed skin.

After running a few steps, he tore off the banner embroidered with a pale mask behind the altar, wrapped his hand, and picked up the pages of the book, and the circle on the ground immediately turned to ashes, and the stirred magic disappeared as soon as it rolled up.

The system rang again at this time.

"The certificate of inauguration of the [Lord of the Revenant] has been detected, and it takes 20,049 experience points to be upgraded to level 1, will I ask if you will be inaugurated?"

Byron's face darkened, and the depression in his chest made him almost vomit blood.

This damned, unintelligent system......

He quickly fetched a wind lamp. Presumably for the sake of aesthetics, in addition to the transparent glass lamp wall, the iron lamp cover on the top is a hollow pattern, which also leads to the continuous swaying of the supposedly never-extinguishing lamp flame stirred by the drumming dark power, giving people the illusion that it is about to be extinguished.

On the side of the chamber was a small wooden door with an iron lock, and Byron rushed over it, kicking it on it, and the rotten planks immediately snapped.

The cramped and austere room inside looks like someone's bedroom. A small bed is placed in the left corner. Next to the bed was a short table with a leather-trimmed book, an inkwell, and a small worn chair in front of it.

The priest had said that there was a secret passage in the innermost part, and Byron had swept around the rudimentary room and found nothing. Is it on the ceiling? Byron looked up, and there was a seamless bluestone slab on top.

When they came, the secret passage was dug up by the priest little by little, not the temple itself. And the gate of the underworld can only enter, not exit. These believers must have left from this room. Then this room should naturally not be someone's bedroom, then this bed becomes very good.

Byron pulled the bed back, the weight of which was completely inconsistent with the simple cot. A slate attached to the bed was pulled open, revealing a dark hole underneath.

He placed the wind lantern at the entrance of the cave, and below it was a very low dirt path, and those who passed through had to crouch down to walk in it.

Byron instantly remembered that when this temple was prosperous, all the priests of the temple were squatting in the tunnels and walking like ducks.

No wonder it perishes......

After making a final summary, he jumped down without hesitation, and the temple, which had been silent for hundreds of years, fell silent again.

"What the hell!" Byron muttered, and as he progressed, the passage narrowed and narrowed, until at last he had to crawl forward. If it weren't for the unusually fresh air in the tunnels, he would have almost suspected that this road was a dead end.

The tunnel kept sloping down, and the dirt gradually turned to rock, and Byron had to untie the backpack behind him, hang it on his feet, and drag it forward.

After advancing some more distance, the passage began to widen, and Byron had just breathed a sigh of relief when a heavy voice came from the front of the tunnel.

"Bernie, did you hear any strange noises?"

"You must be too hungry, go to sleep. ”

Byron's movements froze in place, there was still a person underneath the buried temple! He quickly reacted, this was not the bullies of the town, they didn't even notice the secret door.

Sure enough, that legend was true.

Once upon a time, Old Bone Mountain had roads leading directly to the Dark Regions. Although the roads have been blocked by troops sent by Count Balk, troops are stationed in Vik every six months to check whether the passage is in good condition.

Chablis had mysteriously warned Byron not to get too close to the bare old mountain of bones, where adventurers had seen dark-skinned Night Elves and, of course, the guy's bragging for the sake of face. But the other party dares to say this, and he also knows what is under the old bone mountain.

Byron carefully moved the lantern back, originally he was still holding on to exchanging this lantern with an inextinguishable flame for a large price, there were always nobles who liked this kind of thing - magic items have always been in high demand. If it was just an ordinary wind lamp, Byron only needed a slight pinch to extinguish the fire.

Just the act of moving the lamp, Byron sweated nervously, for fear that the people at the end of the passage would hear.

"It's so fragrant! Bernie, get up, smell it, it's the smell of raw meat!"

"Hmm...... Damn Aya, don't make me sleep. Hey, it smells so good. ”

The Dark Regions are generally divided into three levels. The upper dark area is close to the surface, water and food are relatively abundant, and the adaptation to darkness is relatively slight.

The main inhabitants are the Dark Elves, Eye Demons, Dwarves, Mind Flayers, Underground Gnomes, and Nezumi.

But no matter what kind of creature it was, he would never want to encounter it.

Byron began to crawl back as little as he could, and if the other man came after him, the narrow passage was enough to level out his disadvantage.

"The smell is gone! Bernie!"

"Don't be noisy, did you hear the movement?"

The two underground creatures had been arguing for a while, but in the end they didn't notice Byron, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He crawled where he was, and after waiting for a while, there was a thunderous snoring sound in the tunnel, almost making Byron think that the other party was luring the enemy deeper.

Transparent data appeared in his field of vision:

Byron, Human Male (Power System: Spell, Ranged)

Witcher Level 2: 0/200

Experience Points: 23

Health (Minor Injuries, Carrion Poison): 70%

Mana: 0/10

Byron untied the cloak on his back and put it under him, and then groped for it and took out a thin sleeping bag from his backpack, the mana value had bottomed out, and his martial arts were about 0, and he was looking for death when he stepped forward.

Fortunately, he had repurchased a complete set of adventure tools from Amos in advance. This of course includes dry food, and hydration bags.

But the water bag was leaking, and Byron didn't dare touch the food. He eats without water and feels hard to swallow. He didn't have this habit before, his body was gradually changing, and some of his habits were slowly changing.

Sometimes, he wonders if he will one day forget who he is, where he came from, and where he is going.

After lying on his stomach for a while, the other party seemed to be really asleep, and Byron also closed his eyes, but he was not to sleep, but to meditate.

The meditation method he learned was displayed in the system's stats as follows: Basic Meditation (level 1, mana regeneration 1/hour). Byron needs to meditate for 10 hours before his mana is fully restored.

But he wasn't going to do that, and wouldn't it be the best way to attack while the two underground creatures were sleeping?

Four hours later

Byron opened his eyes, and the side effects of meditation and his high spirits made him feel the urge to do it immediately. Fortunately, he remembered himself as a wizard, not an impulsive brute.

He wrapped the lantern in his cloak and began to move forward, the "quiet" space, the subtle grinding sound was so loud that Byron could almost hear his own nervous heartbeat.

A murmur accompanied by the sound of smashing the bar came from a short distance ahead, Byron breathed shortly, and after waiting for a while, the other party remembered the snoring again.

Behind the tunnel was a small stone cave, and Byron gently drew his scimitar and jerked open his cloak. The blinding light made Byron's eyes glaze.

The tunnel opened above the cavern, and two humanoid creatures curled up on the stone bed below. They are unresponsive to the glare of light, motionless.

The most striking thing about the two gray-scaled stone-blind barbarians is that their heads only have noses and mouths, but they have no eyes.

They don't need eyes either, and the brutal life of the underground has allowed the race to evolve a stronger sense of hearing and smell, and they can live better underground without their eyes.

Byron leapt from the air, and the loud sound of landing immediately woke up the two underground natives. Having lived underground for many years, they immediately judged their situation, and also knew where Byron had landed.

There was a faint sound of breaking wind, the sound of blades moving in the wind, and they rolled and picked up the stone axe in hand, dodging the scimitar that Byron had thrown.