A week later.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the room, and Moya opened his eyes, glanced at the pile of snow-white stumps in the corner of the room, and looked at Shira lying in his arms without paying attention.

There was a flash of heat in his eyes, and just as he was about to make further movements, Sheila uncharacteristically stretched out a finger against his lips.

"Honey, there are other things to do today, so please bear with me for a while."

Sheila pressed against his body and said with a playful smile, her cold fingertips gently brushing over Moya's skin.

"Don't worry, people promise you that the experience will definitely make you linger."

Moya frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with Shira's resistance to his needs, but his expression gradually soothed as he looked at the other party's birdly appearance.

"Is it the exclusive gathering of the Redeeming Wizards you mentioned earlier?"

"That's right, that's it, every once in a while, we gather in a specific place, one to communicate and understand each other more, and the other to replenish the 'materials' in the tower."

Shira snuggled into Moya's arms and said in a soft tone.

"Especially during the time that you came here to play, my dear, the inventory that people had worked so hard to save was used up a lot at once."

Sheila did not explain what the so-called material was, because such things have long been self-evident.

"Originally, these materials were enough for at least two months, but because I have been playing with you too much recently, I accidentally used a little more, if I don't add it, I'm afraid I won't be able to be as happy as I am now~"

Sheila said, and took a special look at the broken corpses in the corner, and a trace of regret flashed in her eyes.

After all, there were several of them that she actually planned to use to make potions, but in order to please Moya, she had to be a little extravagant.

"Sounds pretty good, so how do you get to this party?"

Moya touched her chin and asked.

Shira saw the excitement in Moya's eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Simple, follow me, dear."

Sheila said, breaking free from Moya's arms, putting on a tulle in her hand, and leading Moya in the direction of the basement.

By the time he passed through the first floor, the scene in the hall was completely different from what Moya had seen when he first arrived.

In fact, during this time, Sheila took Moya to experience various bloody and exciting gameplay almost every day.

In the beginning, there were more than thirty maids in the wizard tower, but now, even if Shira and Moya are counted, there are no more than ten living people in the entire wizard tower.

It can be said that the two of them are soaking in a bathtub made of blood every day for pleasure.

The two of them walked all the way through the third basement floor to a large door.

I saw Sheila step forward and hold down the door, and regular magic fluctuations suddenly came from the door.

Rattle~.

A dull sound echoed through the gloomy corridors, and the heavy door opened little by little, revealing the scene behind the door.

"It's ......!"

Moya looked at the scene behind the door, his eyes frozen.

"This way, dear."

Shira took Moya's hand and led him through the door.

Behind the door was not the long corridor that Moya had imagined, but a huge circular platform.

Then, under Moya's gaze, Sheila traveled to the center of the platform and instilled her magic onto a cylinder in the center of the platform

Click, click.

A faint thud rang out, and the cylinder sank rapidly in a series of sounds.

Then, with a light smile, Sheila took a step towards Moya, instantly rushed back to his side, grabbed his arm, and said:

"It may be a little uncomfortable later, but just hold on to me."

Moya glanced at Shira and skillfully hugged the other party's waist, and when Shira saw this, a smile crossed the corner of her mouth.

In the next second, Moya felt the ground suddenly fall under his feet, and he looked around to find that the huge circular platform on which he was standing was rapidly falling.

After a full two minutes or so, with an astonishing loud bang, the stone platform under Moya's feet finally stopped falling.

Moya looked up, only to see a huge pitch-black void above.

"This is a thousand meters underground, a distance that even an extraordinary wizard like me who is proficient in spiritual sorcery can't directly spy on the situation here."

Shira explained with a smile as she looked at the look of consternation in Moya's eyes.

One kilometer underground.

No wonder Yamudu was about to dig three feet into the ground, but he still couldn't find a way for the Redeeming Wizards to secretly transport civilians!

In order to ensure absolute safety, this group of redemption wizards directly built a secret passage thousands of meters underground!

The place where great vitality and magic power are deposited and converged, so when using spiritual power to explore the underground, the effect is often greatly reduced.

Normal wizards' spiritual power is enough to detect scenes within a radius of one kilometer, but if they use their spiritual power to penetrate the earth, they will often be unable to move forward after penetrating about 100 meters.

Even if it is an extraordinary wizard, the spiritual power of the vast majority of people will penetrate into the ground for about three hundred meters, and they will not be able to succeed.

Here's the problem......

Moya quietly rubbed the inside of his index finger with his thumb.

If someone can cut his finger open, they will find that the witchcraft prop used to lock the position in Moya and Yamu's mouth is the phalanx bone at the tip of Moya's index finger!

This was something Moya had agreed with Yamu and Fren from the beginning.

It was too easy to arouse suspicion if he used a foreign object, so Moya decisively cut off one of his index fingers and asked Yamu to make it into a sorcery item that could store and emit special weak mental fluctuations, and then used healing sorcery to bring it back to its original place.

This minimizes the likelihood of exposure.

After all, if it is a prop such as a ring or a small ball, it is not only easy to expose, but it is also difficult to hide the mental fluctuations emitted by the prop.

If you can transform a part of your body into a witchcraft item, it is not only extremely hidden, but also can easily hide the mental fluctuations emitted by the item.

Using mental power to deliberately envelop an external object is like a clear reminder that something is wrong with this thing for those who can perceive their mental power.

But if it is to fill every corner of the body with mental energy, it is almost impossible to arouse suspicion.

In other words, the exploration of using mental power to envelop oneself in order to isolate the outside of spiritual power is almost a habit for wizards to carry out even when they are asleep.

"A thousand meters underground...... If it is a regular tracking prop, it is absolutely impossible for the other party to detect mental power fluctuations on the surface. ”

The earth contains a large and mixed magic, and it can be said that when it penetrates deep into the ground to a certain extent, the earth itself is the most perfect means of shielding and detection.

"What other means of tracking......

A faint glow swept through the depths of Moya's pupils.

When Yamu transformed his phalange into a witchcraft prop, he said that considering the limitations of using the residual fluctuations of mental power to track, he added other tracking methods to it, and said that even if it was three thousand meters underground, it could still be tracked.

When they were discussing it, they had already considered the possibility of the Redemption Sect sorcerer cultivating a secret passage deep underground, so they had been preparing for it for a long time.

Of course, if it really doesn't work, as long as you wait for Moya to send the news back, then using the underground entrance on Sheila's side as a breakthrough is also a way.

No matter how bad it is, as long as Moya participates in the party, memorizes all the mental fluctuations of the wizards who participated in the party, and then finds them one by one to confirm the same result, but this will undoubtedly take a lot more time, and it will be much more troublesome to implement.

……

The other side.

"Is it really transported through underground channels?"

Yamu looked at the probing witchcraft that had found nothing, and stared at the wizard tower hidden in the canyon in front of him, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The magic power in his body was mobilized, and under the effect of the earth control technique, the ground under Yamu's feet suddenly parted to the sides.

Yamu jumped down, and after a while, he came directly below Sheila's wizard's tower, and after continuing to dive for a while, Yamu stopped.

He didn't go any further.

I have to admit that the redeeming wizard has really invested in this area, even now, in the perception of Yamu's spiritual power, there is still a pile of dirt and rocks in front of him.

But the faint information from the detection of witchcraft told him that less than two meters in front of him was the same tunnel that Sheila had used to descend.

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that he didn't use too much spiritual power to investigate, but the problem is that if he mobilizes too much spiritual power, he may have already triggered the witch array for vigilance before he discovered the secret passage.

Yamu looked at the dirt in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then returned to the ground.

The Redeeming Wizard has obviously put a lot of thought into this dark passage, and if he wants to break into the secret passage like this, he will definitely trigger the vigilant witch array above.

As for following the secret passage to open another passage and go all the way from the underground at a speed?

Let's not talk about whether he has this ability or not, just say that in the case that the spiritual power can't detect the existence of the dark passage at all, if he is not good, he may dig in the wrong direction, or even accidentally dig through the dark passage, which is equivalent to a vain.

As for detecting witchcraft?

Yamu had already tried it just now, and after about three hundred meters deep, due to the interference caused by the convergence of underground magic power, it was necessary to detect witchcraft at an extremely close distance to detect the residual mental fluctuations of the witchcraft prop on Moya's index finger.

Further down, the detection of witchcraft is completely ineffective.

"Sure enough, this is the way it works."

Yamu looked at the result in his hand and sighed slightly.

"Well, as a senior brother, it's too much to say if you really leave everything to your junior brother."

As he spoke, a look of determination flashed in Yamu's eyes.

Sting!

A piercing pop came from Yamu's right hand, and golden thunder surrounded Yamu's palm.

Yamu looked at the golden thunder in his palm, hooked his fingers, and a small ray of thunder as thick as a hair instantly broke out of his palm and rushed in a certain direction.

Seeing this, Yamu in the rear moved, and then disappeared in place.