He didn't have a clue why he was being chased by a group of people in such a place, and he couldn't identify those people by their clothes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Perhaps before that, it was inconceivable enough to be able to see "himself" being chased as a bystander, which further convinced him that the picture he was seeing now was not true. Whether they are illusions or some kind of indication of the future is unknown.

Although he was eager to immediately catch up with his fugitive self and see what trouble had happened to him, the underground river in front of him had apparently cut off his path completely.

He tried to keep up with the men and made his way down a small nearby passage, only to find that it was not possible until he was halfway there. The front of the road was blocked by a huge rock, and while the stone didn't seal the road completely, it wasn't enough for him to pass.

After a brief investigation, he was almost certain that the stone was the product of a rockslide, and that the stone appeared to be quite fragile. If it takes a lot of effort, you might be able to clear a path with simple tools...... This of course also means that the sound of the tool tapping will attract the attention of some people.

Still no kidding—he couldn't help but think that he didn't have the tools on hand, and even if he had equipment like a pickaxe, he wouldn't be able to get through the road anytime soon. Not to mention whether or not you can catch up with that "self", the mere fact that it is eye-catching should veto this possibility.

Just as he was about to turn his head to look for another way, suddenly a scattered footsteps came from not far away, and he panted through the nearby intersection in embarrassment. Not far behind him, a dozen heavily armed men followed closely behind with lighting tools.

They may be a small group like mercenaries, but they are more dangerous than any mercenaries he has seen in the past, especially those with good equipment that ordinary mercenaries can have. At a glance, you can perceive the results of their daily exercise from their gestures, and looking at the fierce and vicious looks, anyone can immediately perceive that they are the kind of outlaws who lick blood at the head of a knife.

It was a terrible feeling to be hunted down, let alone such a dangerous outlaw - and it was strange that they had chosen to hunt him down in the intricate cavern instead of using a projectile weapon like a bow or a mechanic's gun.

Whatever the reason why they didn't attack, it was because of him that he continued to find a way to escape through the complex environment of the cavern. Originally, the path he chose was surprisingly difficult to follow, but he always found the most suitable place to stay, so the mercenaries were never able to catch up with him.

The distance between the fugitive and the pursuer is kept at a delicate level, and if there is the slightest abnormality, this balance will be immediately upset. In order to find a chance to escape from the current situation, he could only choose to continue to advance deeper into the underground cavern.

The only thing that stood between him and them as they watched it all happen was a loose rock, but they didn't notice his presence as they passed through the crack. And even if he was convinced that none of this was true, his body would not be able to make its way through the narrow crevices.

As a last resort, he had to find another way to find a nearby path in a similar direction to where they had left - a dead end. When he followed the sound to the end, there was only a cliff nearly ninety degrees perpendicular to the ground in front of the road, and the smooth wall did not even have a foothold. Farther in sight, a large cavity appeared, and the sound of rushing water could be heard from the pitch-black abyss below.

Without the help of ropes and other props, it would be impossible to climb down - even if this is not a reality. It's not that he's held back by common sense, it's that previous experience has taught him that even if it's just an environment, he can't do whatever he wants.

When he was, his efforts were not for nothing, for the gap he was in now was right ahead of his other escape, and the distance was obviously shorter. As he looked down at the huge cavity below from the top of the cliff, he escaped from a hole even more embarrassed than he had been before.

It seemed that he didn't know that he was going to step into a body of water, so he almost fell on the ground as he rushed out of the hole. Fortunately, he quickly reacted and held on to a large rock nearby, so that he could not let himself fall into the water.

But his escape didn't end there, and in the cavern behind him, the mercenaries were getting closer than they had been so long. He is undoubtedly the most aware of his own state, and he can see that the "self" was able to maintain the advantage before using magic power to gather intelligence, and now after a large amount of physical strength and magic power is consumed, it is difficult to continue to maintain the previous state.

"Damn—it's almost. ”

Unwilling feelings flowed from the other side of himself to his heart, even if he just watched the lonely figure, he could understand his unwillingness to die here. And it was with this persistent survival instinct that he forced himself to take a step forward with little physical strength left, and walked along the path full of silt and gravel to the unknown darkness ahead, and the only thing that could light the way forward was the lighting tools in the hands of the pursuers.

Although he had tried to look in, in the hazy darkness, he could barely see the outline of the hollow by the light in the hands of the men. There seem to be some man-made structures that resemble pillars, but they have been worn down by the erosion of time.

Perhaps because of the water flowing down from the underground river, there was an alarming amount of humidity in the hall, and the water on the ground had almost formed a puddle. There seemed to be something in the depths of it, but the hill-sized piece in the center of the hollow caught his eye.

Following the other of him, the pursuers poured into the hall in one go, the flickering lights outlining an indiscernible underground lake. Some of the tributaries of the underground water veins flow down from the heights, forming waterfalls of varying widths that eventually flow into underground lakes.

On the dark surface of the lake, you can see many collapsed stone pillars, which are scattered irregularly throughout the lake, forming a small and large-scale man-made complex. As for the hill-like thing, it was a hut jutting out of the water—or the ruins of what had once been a hut.

The upper part of it was completely destroyed, and the pitch-black stone was scattered on the ground, piled up into a structure that looked like a mound, doubly desolate in the flooded hall. Four black obelisks stand around it, giving the impression of a tombstone in a dimly lit environment.

I don't know if it's because the mud that has accumulated over the years has covered the ground that once existed, and the tidal flat near the complex is so shallow that you can even walk directly to the collapsed hut. Perhaps in a panic, in order to escape from his pursuers, he waded through the lake one foot deep and one foot shallow, approaching the central hut.

Undoubtedly, the people who followed him would not let him go easily, and rushed into the underground lake with calm water in his immediate aftermath.

But at this moment, the surrounding temperature suddenly had a winter feeling, and after a while, it dropped to freezing, and a little cold fog rose around without warning. Everyone walking in the lake felt a strange chill, their bodies seemed to freeze, and even the exhaled air was dyed white.

Is it already midnight? Walking in a dark cave for a long time, it is easy for one to lose the sense of time. If it weren't for some natural phenomenon as a reminder, he would have thought that time had passed for a long time, and a lot of stress had accumulated meaninglessly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickened his pace, and finally fled into the stone hut where most of them had fallen before the pursuers caught him. The people who followed him were sure that he had no way back, but they did not slow down because of this, but organized the encirclement in a shorter time.

Although the water of the underground lake was cold to the marrow, they did not hesitate to move forward in the water, and the hands holding their weapons did not even tremble from the cold. They were ready for battle, but none of them noticed that there was something unusual about their own reflection on the lake.

The dim reflection distorted in the lake, and then emerged from the dead end of their vision, condensing into a strange gesture like a demon. They have a similar appearance to the main body, but these mirrors seem to have great malice towards the main body, and they have waved their weapons at them.

"Damn, what is this?"

"Watch out for the shadows!

The mercenaries, who were bent on cornering their prey, did not expect to be attacked here, and before they could even react, several of them were slashed by the blades in the hands of the shadows. Although they quickly regrouped, they were not able to turn the tide in a short period of time.

These "monsters" are the existence of shadow incarnations, and even if they are slashed by the blade, they will only distort and turn into nothingness after a while, leaving no trace. To make matters worse, they crawl out of the shadows shortly after being repulsed, and are completely unable to fight them with the weapons in the hands of the mercenaries alone.

What were they? He couldn't help but feel curious as he looked down on the battle from above the hollow, wanting to see the structure of those shadows more clearly. But when he poked his head out to observe, he suddenly seemed to be pushed behind him, and the whole person fell out of the hole.

With that comes the fear of being captured by gravity, and the feeling of collision.