To be honest, Nie Yuan was a little embarrassed.

Everyone knows why Samira suddenly lost her temper, but no one will debunk it.

just looked at the two of them with a teasing expression from time to time.

Of course, Nie Yuan wouldn't say anything more.

After the impostors outside the cave had left a certain distance, Mikrel led the group out with the old vine staff in his hand.

The blessing of the spell mark projected by the vine of the tree made it impossible for the outside world to detect everyone's anomaly, whether it was with the naked eye or in any other way of detection.

No matter how you look at it, this is a normal line of Krakens, no different from other kinds.

And the spell mark projected by the tree vine can only be seen by the people inside, it is a state of spiritual vision, and only those who form a connection with it can vaguely see it.

Therefore, even if other creatures enter the range of the curse mark, they will not be able to detect the existence of this faint mark.

The Great Abyss Rift Valley, near the Kraken Kingdom, is a well-known place for the sea races.

Some areas are even open to the public, so anyone can come and explore or play.

So along the way, everyone didn't have to check the map at all, and they didn't have to avoid the eyes of other krakens, and under the leadership of Mikrel, they went straight to this bottomless dark abyss.

It's really big.

Dark and deep.

It is like a beast that has opened its huge mouth to swallow the sky, looking up at the starry sky, which is terrifying.

The scale of its cross-section, even if it is only a cursory glance, can reveal that this place is much larger than the area of the entire Kraken Kingdom.

It's just that above the abyss, there is basically no such kind of glowing seaweed, only at the edge, there is a faint light emitting.

Therefore, when everyone sank from the sea before, they did not be able to witness the scene here.

See you at the moment.

The Kraken Kingdom is like a small tribe built next to the abyss, and it is not comparable to this kind of natural fissure formed in ancient times.

As soon as everyone approached the great crack in the abyss, a guarded kraken came up to the body, and could only play and explore within the demarcated range.

If they go too deep and something goes wrong, they are irresponsible.

The Krakens have heard too much of this kind of talk.

But every time you get close to here, there will still be a caretaker, who will never tire of reminding you.

That's their duty, and it's all the more because the nameless threat in the depths of the Great Rift of the Abyss does devour countless people every year who can't listen to advice.

In fact, those who claim to be explorers are not unaware of the indescribable horrors that may emerge at any time in the depths.

Even without the reminder of the people involved, the races living in the depths of the ocean must know this common sense.

They just can't suppress the curiosity and desire to explore the infinite unknown.

It's not just the Great Abyss Rift next to the Kraken Kingdom.

In fact, in the depths of the ocean, any canyon abyss that exceeds a certain depth is possible, and all kinds of indescribable and invisible horrors are brewing in the depths.

This might be considered a ......

It's a special part of this world.

Just like the world that Nie Yuan once lived in, people would more or less have senses such as deep-sea phobia.

It will be difficult to suppress the imagination that at the end of that bottomless darkness, there is a super creature that the sun cannot shine on, and it is unimaginable to human beings.

But here's the difference.

In the current world, imagination like this can be turned into reality!

There were even legends that said that the so-called demons and hell did not exist in the first place.

It's just that there are too many people's brains and fantasies, and the fear that comes from people's hearts, has invisibly gathered from all over the world, and it has really brewed that indescribable horror that is in line with human fear!

That's spiritual.

But in this world, there is a certain rule that really exists.

Therefore, in the depths of this deep and terrifying deep rift, if the fear of the human heart is infinitely magnified by the darkness and the underworld.

Then it is true that many indescribable things that are difficult to describe, who do not know where they came from, and who do not know how they were born, will be attracted to them.

The countless explorers who disappear in the depths of the rift every year are also mostly uncontrollable with the continuous sinking, and the fear in their hearts is difficult to suppress.

It attracted the eyes of those invisible horrors, and thus suffered bad luck.

But fortunately, among the group, there are no timid rats.

They are basically battle-hardened strongmen.

Unlike ordinary explorers, they are extremely unlikely to attract invisible terror, and even if they encounter it head-on, it is not necessarily who is stronger or weaker.

As long as the fear in the heart is not infinitely magnified, the terrifying existence provoked will not be as powerful as in the description.

Mikrell seems to have been here many times.

He easily dealt with the caretaker, and then led the group directly into the open exploration area bordering the edge of the Ocean Kingdom.

Because it's just too big.

So they didn't go far before they couldn't see anyone.

Mikrel led the crowd around the symbolic level and completely escaped the gaze of others.

They went completely deep into the darkness.

Dive all the way.

Sound and light have become extremely illusory here.

But fortunately, the old tree vine staff in Mikrell's hand seems to be blessed by some mysterious power.

The light it emitted was not too affected by the strong water pressure.

At least within the scope of the spell seal, everyone can see each other's expressions on their faces.

"Everybody can talk."

Mikrel spoke: "The atmosphere is too dull, and it is easy to breed fear, although you should all be psychologically strong people, and you can't provoke anything too strong and terrifying."

But if you can avoid the possibility of some trouble, just avoid some, communication can relieve the feeling of repression from instinct. ”

"Oh, it's a nice day."

Spike gave Mickrell a lot of face, and just spoke.

But the content of the words is still so nonsensical and lacking.

He even deliberately looked up, his palms covering his eyes, as if blocking the sunlight.

But here it is no longer known how many meters under the sea.

Don't talk about sunshine.

Not even the glowing seaweed is gone!

There is only endless darkness and emptiness.

So when he said this, he was completely just here to be beaten.

However, Samira was about to complain about him, but suddenly thought about it.

Huh?

This guy can't say this on purpose, right?

It was dispelled at once, and the oppressive atmosphere just now.

Let everyone look at him strangely.

The depression released in one sentence seems to be much stronger than normal communication.

Thinking of this, Samira snorted, "There's yours Spike." ”

"What do you have with me?"

Spike said blankly: "I just have Miss Miranda, you can have your Nie Yuan, what, you still want to play with flowers?" ”

When Hoover heard this, he opened his mouth and said, "Don't be like this Spike, we won't be depressed by this little bit at all, so we will seduce the deep fear in our hearts, it's almost okay, you have a little bit of lip service, save it." ”

"Aren't there still children?"

Mickrell "reciprocated" and helped Spike, looking at Nancy and saying, "Sometimes you do need some, Spike's mouth is so bad." ”

"Little friend?"

Hoover sneered, "It seems that you really didn't foresee our arrival. ”

This one is called Nancy's.

Except that it looks a little like a child.

Hoover really couldn't see that there was any child who could be so violent.

Mikrel didn't have a deep contact with everyone, and it was normal to not know the situation.

But if you really regard this little girl as an ordinary child, it will be completely ridiculous and generous.

"Mikrel."

Spike was speechless, "Do you think I should thank you or beat you up?" ”

"Save it."

Mikrel said lightly: "You ten years ago, maybe you can, you now...... Just like the sunfish, except for being more noticeable than other fish, anyone can poke it a few times. ”

Spike: "......"

------Off topic------

Wait for the new book to stabilize, and strive to shorten the update gap.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.