The underground labyrinth of the Historical Archives has a total of five floors and is an oval building as a whole. There is a circular cloister on each floor, and on both sides of the cloister are student dormitories. Due to battles and earthquakes, some places were truncated by protruding rocks, which made the terrain very complex inside the labyrinth.

The cries from the ground floor spread through the corridors, and the confined environment allowed the sound to rush almost unharmed along the interior space all the way up to the third level of the labyrinth.

The door to one room opened, and a figure was reflected in the faint light cast from the room. At this time, the rooms on both sides opened at the same time, and someone came out of it and surrounded the middle.

"Master Potlem, did you hear the voice?"

"I'm not deaf!" Potlem's eyes glowed blood-red, and he looked at the pitch-black corridor to the left, where the voice was coming from. There's a staircase over there...... What's downstairs?

"My lord! Is it the undead? Or people? ”

"It's all possible...... If it's human, you have to admire that the Oulu Academy's response is really fast, and it didn't take a night to find this place. Felton, go check it out. ”

The named Abyss Mage saluted to Potlime: "Yes, my lord, the Abyss is with me!" ”

The Abyss Mage walked in the direction from which the voice came from, and soon disappeared into the dark corridor.

Potlem said to the other Abyss Mages, "Go and count the undead we have caught. If it's a mage from Oulu Academy, let these undead clean up the miscellaneous soldiers for us first. ”

"Yes, my lord, the abyss is with me!"

After assigning all his men, Potlem retreated to his room. When I closed the door, a lot of dust shook off the rotten wooden door. Potlime unleashed a seal of light, magically solidifying the wooden door, which was about to collapse.

The room was very empty, and everything that was originally here was removed. On the walls, there were flowing green ghost fires that snaked along the cracks in the stone bricks, and they looked extremely restless, and from time to time ghost fires shot out, but as soon as they left the wall, they were immediately swallowed up by some kind of force.

The ghost fire was aimed at a cage in the center of the room, in which a naked woman was kept. She curled up in the middle of the cage, her long black hair scattered over her white skin.

"Jeffernie ......" Potleime walked over to the cage and said to the woman in the cage, "Do you still not recognize me?" I'm Professor Potlem in the Department of Esoterics, and you've often asked me questions about Esoterics, and you're one of the few gifted and hardworking students I've ever met. ”

"Professor Potlem?" The woman raised her head slightly, her gray eyes looking through her messy hair at the person outside the cage. The timbre of her voice was stiff: "You are not Professor Potleime, you are an abyss apostle, you are our enemy......"

"I've told you many times that my appearance has changed a little because of the power of the Abyss, but I'm really Potlime.

Jenverny, why are you here? Why are you locked up in this dark underground and in the company of the undead? Did the Oulu Academy abandon you? I am here to rescue you, follow me to join the Temple of the Abyss and embrace the Abyss, and your power is strong enough to fill the void of the Seventh Apostle. ”

In the face of Popelem's persuasion, Jefferney lowered her head again.

"I'm a dead man, so I'm supposed to be with the undead. You go, I don't need your rescue, my companion and I live very happily here. ”

"Your companion? Is it them? Potlime looked at the surrounding walls, where the ghostly fires were still swimming, trying to free Jenverny from the cage. As soon as Potlem shook his hand, a large black flame rushed towards the green ghost fire, and the ghost fire was devoured in an instant. Potlime laughed, "They're all going to be my experiments, and you'...... Not dead people, at least not really dead people. ”

"Why do you say that? I am a dead spirit, and the dead accept me. ”

At this time, some green ghost fires appeared here and there on the wall.

"They're still not giving up! Oh, yes...... They were all your classmates, and a lot of them were crazy about you. Even if they die, they become undead and want to protect you. Potlime said with emotion: "Jenverny, as a genius who can join the Oulu battle mage with his strength before graduating, you should know that the undead will never have memories of their lifetime. I don't know what creature you are now, but you're definitely not an undead.

Janvernie, Victor and I admire you very much. ”

Jenvernie said calmly, "Maybe you're right. I'm not an undead, but I'm definitely not a living being. I distinctly remember that I had my heart removed by Professor Victor...... When I woke up, I was surrounded by a bunch of undead underground.

I'm stuck in this space with them, unable to leave, and don't want to leave. I am a living dead, and the living will not accept me, nor will I join the Abyss Temple.

You go, don't disturb the silence here. ”

"It seems that I can't convince you. So...... I'd better leave you to Victor......"

At this moment, a loud noise was heard, and the entire underground labyrinth shook. The dust shook off, and even stones fell from above. Some of the ghostfires tried to save Jenfni, but were consumed as soon as they left the wall.

"My companion told me that someone had come in. They're coming for you......"

Patting the dust on his clothes, Potlime confidently said to Jefferney, "Yes, someone came in, and they killed Felton." I saw them, the elven sky was in the middle, and she brought me the Book of Calamity. ”

Hearing the Book of Calamity, Jeffany looked up at Potlem again. She reached for the cage's bar, but was repulsed to bounce her hand back.

She stared at Potlem with gray eyes, full of murderous intent.

……

Clear Sky and her team searched all the way from the bottom of the labyrinth, carefully inspecting every room they passed. From the first floor to the second floor, there was no gain, not even the undead have encountered a single one.

This is abnormal!

In the game, although not every room is inhabited by undead, these things appear very frequently.

Why did the real one come in this time, but there was no one.

It's not that I haven't met any of them, and there is one behind me who has been following.

The kestrel is always aware of its presence, and when the search team leaves, it hides when the search team stops. Neither attacking nor leaving, I don't know what this thing is trying to do.

Clear Sky suddenly turned back to chase after it several times, but it cleverly used the terrain to escape.

Cunning and slippery guy.

Just leave it alone, just follow it if you want, it can't get close to the kestrel perception anyway.

After searching most of the second floor, the sandpaper leading the way in front of him listened: "There are people nearby...... It's people! Not something else! ”

The boiling searchlight was projected, and a figure was seen quickly flashing into the corner not far ahead.

The sandpaper that found the person immediately rushed forward in pursuit, and the boiling also sprinted. Clear Sky chases after Bruce Ban and Kestrel and stops all of them as they cross the corner.

Sandpaper and boiling are gone!

In front is a pitch-black cloister, and no boiling light is visible. Bruce Ben cast a light spell forward, and there was nothing in an empty corridor.

"Yes, spatial transfer."

Clear Sky opens the Eye of Frost to make sure that it is not a hallucination, and then makes a judgment. This place should have been arranged in advance, the other party lured Sandpaper to pursue, and then used the Secret Technique to transfer Sandpaper and Boiling through the space to other places.

At this time, the kestrel looked up: "Miss Sunny Sky, the sandpaper is on it, I sense her...... On the fourth floor! ”

Clear Sky quickly recalled the map of the "Underground Labyrinth of the Historical Archives" and found the nearest passable staircase: "Follow me, don't get separated." ”

Clear Sky led the team to support Sandpaper, but Sandpaper didn't know that he had been hit by the space transfer technique, and continued to pursue the figure in front of him.

The sandpaper flying in the air is very fast, and it quickly approaches the person in front of it in a long straight corridor. See clearly...... Wearing the robes of an abyss mage, he is the one to find.

Confirming that it was an enemy, Sandpaper threw out the large wrench in his hand and smashed it at the back of the person in front of him. And at this moment, in a room on the side of Sandpaper, a black shadow rushed out from inside and pounced.

The sandpaper dodged slightly, and the outstretched mental power controlled the wrench to spin in an arc in the air. Boiling caught up from behind, swinging the blade of his sword and slicing the shadow in two.

The abyssal mage fleeing in front of him suddenly stopped, his hands stretched out backwards at a very strange angle, and a magic shield spread out in his hand, just enough to block the large wrench that smashed in. Then he turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees, and smiled fiercely at the sandpaper: "Little girl, you don't know that you are alone, do you?" ”

Sandpaper shifts perception back...... Sure enough, the kestrel was not behind him, but at a distance diagonally below.

However, Sandpaper did not show a frightened expression because he was alone, but smiled and said to the Abyss Mage, "Aren't you also alone?" ”

The large wrench spun in the air and flew back into the sandpaper's hand. She opened the kit, which contained a wrench, screws, pliers, and hammer...... They all flew out, and there were more than 20 pieces of various models. The tools float around the sandpaper, pointing together at the abyssal mage in front of them.

The black shadow that had just been cut in two by the boiling ground returned to the feet of the Abyss Mage, and then condensed into a black human form behind the Abyss Mage, like a materialized shadow.

At the same time, there was a hissing sound in the rooms on either side of the cloister, and some dry hands sticking out of the door. They clung to the door frame, as if they wanted to figure it out but were pulled by some force.

The Abyss Mage holds several mysterious items between his fingers and uses his handprints to form secret words.

Secret Words: Sacrifice to feed the spirits.

Several mysterious props disappear in the flash. The ban was opened, and all the undead sealed in the room rushed out. They ignored the Abyss Mage and rushed towards the sandpaper and the boil.

Sandpaper's eyes stared at the abyss mage, and said to the boiling behind him: "The abyss mage will be handed over to me, and the rest will be handed over to you." Well done, my sister specially prepared a bottle of engine oil for you to drink. ”

Boiling responded by striking the twin swords, and then slew the undead who rushed in. The heavy sword passed, and the undead were reduced to broken limbs; The muzzle of the cannon on the shoulder spewed out flames with short and precise precision, and burned the undead out of the reach of the sword.

As the main force of the Crazy Boiling Bounty Hunter Group, the mechanical creature boiling is rated as a five-star character. Although most of his strength lies in which powerful cannon is used, it is also fierce and abnormal in hand-to-hand combat. Even if the environment here restricts the play of Boiling, it is still easy to deal with these undead who are not too strong.

It's just that the undead here are a little different from normal undead, they can't be completely killed, and even if they are cut off or scorched, they can still be reassembled in a short time. The fearless undead are constantly rushing upward, and the boiling is killing and killing......

Sandpaper faced the Abyssal Mage under the cover of a boil, and she floated forward, her tools spinning around her at high speed, sweeping away the undead who approached.

At this point, the Abyss Mage finally realized that he had miscalculated the strength of this little girl. But he still confidently stayed in the fight, his hands shooting fireballs at the sandpaper, and the black shadow behind him flashed out, leaning against the wall and rapidly approaching the sandpaper.

The searchlight on the shoulder of the boiling in the battle flickered, and the black shadow snuggled confidently in the chaotic light. He reached the side of the sandpaper, and suddenly burst out from behind the girl as she flew forward. A long black sword formed by the condensation of a shadow took shape in the black shadow's hand, and the tip of the sword stabbed at the sandpaper.

At this time, Sandpaper didn't seem to notice the approaching threat, and several energy balls flew out of her hair, intercepting the flying fireballs in the air, and the person continued to fly forward.

And just as the black sword was about to stab the sandpaper, the sandpaper suddenly moved sideways to avoid the fatal blow.

"Hey, hey, hey...... You want to sneak up on me! Sandpaper smiled and faced the black shadow: "You really think that I don't know that the one in front of me is just a corpse, you are the real abyss mage." ”

The black shadow piercing the air with a sword didn't expect his little trick to be seen through a long time ago, he wanted to escape into the shadows, but he was illuminated by the boiling searchlight. Unable to use the shadows to transform his body in the light, he materialized and was pierced by flying screws and smashed with wrenches and hammers.

When he was beaten and turned around, the black shadow felt an iron box stuffed in his arms.

What is this?

Before the shadow could have a second thought, the iron box exploded in his hand.

The flames raged with a shockwave, and the massive explosion caused the entire underground space to shake violently. In the center of the explosion, large rocks fell, and the nearby undead were all torn apart.

The Abyss Mage was blown up without a trace.

"Boiling, is the bomb I made too powerful?" The sound of sandpaper is heard.

The boiling searchlight re-illuminated the space, and he stood up to make way for the sandpaper that was protecting him underneath.

He reached out again to catch a stone brick that had fallen and almost hit the sandpaper.

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