The humidity in the cold corridor was heavy, like a weighing stone that appeared out of thin air, pressing on the two girls. Marshall was obviously frightened by such a strange atmosphere, not to mention the frightened Zibelin.

Beneath the narrow corridor was a tiny plaza where Marshall could find uneven lines on the pitch-black ground with his feet. Crying comes and goes, intermittently, sometimes for help, sometimes with no clear meaning. Zibelin clutched Marshall's arm tightly, and the point of light in his hand seemed to have been scooped out by a spoon, and only a little bit remained.

"Woo...... Hmm...... "The sound seemed to come from a room at the edge of the small square, and Marshall followed the sound as he slowly approached it.

It was so dim that the door of the small room was faintly emitting a turquoise light, and Zibelin trembled with fear, but he also followed Marshall step by step.

"This ...... What the hell is it? "Why would they put this stuff in?" Zibelin tried. ”

"I don't know......" Marshall pulled the [Golden Rose] from his waist, and Erin told her that the things in the room in front of her were not easy to mess with, and the level of magic was completely comparable to that of the Five Magicians.

[Its life level...... I can't tell, it's really weird, it's obviously a flesh and blood creature, but it contains rune magic beyond the limits of its body...... Marshall, if you can, don't conflict with it. 】

Zibelin looked down and found that the golden rose brought by Marshall was emitting a very penetrating light in the darkness, dispelling the oppressive darkness in the blink of an eye, and the fine petals on the flower plate fell lightly, turning into a guard around the two of them, not leaving an inch.

"It's fine." Marshall suddenly changed his tone of voice, "I won't let anyone be hurt again...... Absolute! ”

Zibelin had never seen Marshall use the sword: "This sword of yours...... What exactly is it? ”

"Let's keep up first." Marshall flicked his thin sword, and more petals fell from the hilt of the sword to lead them, "Didn't you tell me earlier that you wanted to go and see it, it's not good to be disappointed when you come." ”

"Hmm...... Whining...... Save...... Save me....... I'm good, so sad...... It hurts, it hurts...... It hurts! The closer they got, the clearer the two of them heard, "It hurts...... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! ”

The two of them couldn't help frowning, and there was a stench in the house, like fresh meat rotting, but also like sludge that had been silted up at the bottom of the river for a long time. As they got closer, the petals of the golden roses became so sharp that they would tear the intruder to shreds as soon as something came upon them.

When they came to the door of the hut, and after dissipating the pungent stench, they were immediately frightened by the scene in front of them: a bright red red ** child was wrapped in a layer of green gel-like substance, and the surrounding ground spread a layer of oil-like and non-oily liquid around her. Her skin was almost completely rotten, revealing fine muscles, her eyelids dissolved by something, and her two eyeballs stared through the green into the gray outside.

"What the hell is going on?" Zibelin whimpered, and didn't dare to step into this room for half a step.

"I don't know......" Marshall walked forward slowly, resisting the urge to vomit and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"It hurts...... It hurts...... Help me......" The girl in front of her immediately reacted when she saw someone coming, "Help me!" I don't want to...... I don't want to be...... Monster! ”

Marshall said in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

"Who am I?" The girl froze, her two large eyeballs about to protrude from their sockets, "My name...... I don't seem to remember my name, my name is ...... Alice Howard ...... I guess it's called this name—" The words stopped at this point, and the girl in front of her suddenly reached out to her, grabbed Marshall's arm, and the substance on the surface of her body instantly spread rapidly along her arm.

"Hmm!" Marshall suddenly felt a sharp burning sensation on his skin, and the rose petals flickered around him, scraping off all the mucus that had stuck to his skin, and another batch of blades pierced Alice's body—in this layer of green mucus, to be exact!

The mucus, which looked so fragile, actually blocked the invasion of the knife flap, but it didn't hurt Alice even a little!

"Take it back!" Marshall stretched out his hand to manipulate the knife petal to retract the [Golden Rose], and found that the ordinary substance here had great suction, and if she hadn't dragged the petals out in the mud and water, the connection between the knife petal and her would have disappeared.

"Save ...... Help me, my name is Alice......" Alice repeated these two sentences lifelessly, a pale pink magic brilliance flowed from the slightest muscle, and quickly flowed from the surface of the body into the magic lines on the ground below her, and the space in the whole room suddenly became foggy, and the green gel spread on the ground was dyed with bright pink, not only the ground, but also the surrounding walls, and the top of her head were all shining with magical light.

"Marshall, run!" Seeing that everything around him was being flooded with a dangerous pink, Zibelin grabbed Marshall's hand and stepped back, "Run!" ”

"Please...... Help me......" Alice's expression suddenly turned cold, her head first blew down weakly, and then raised up, her eyes were also covered with pink silk threads, she first looked at the figures of the two people retreating in confusion, and then stretched out her right hand, muttering, "Quick...... Kill me...... Don't let me ...... anymore The pain went down......"

But this prayer corresponded to the flood of bright pink magic rushing towards the two of them, the surging stench was pumped out of the room by the powerful pressure, the temperature in the hut was soaring, Marshall and the two immediately exited the strange hut, and the seemingly miserable girl was instantly drowned in a sea of pink. Marshall pointed forward with his sword, and the scattered rose petals automatically scattered the rushing slime. She asked Erin to strengthen her physical fitness, and grabbed Zibelin's hand, and another batch of petals flew low in the air, and she stepped on the petals in the air without hesitation, and the strange pink light in the square spread faster and faster, covering the huge ground in the blink of an eye.

"Beware! Don't fall off! Marshall smoothly led Zibelin through the air, swinging several golden blades of light along the way, knocking off the jelly that flew around him. All of a sudden, the whole small room was like an oil painting being painted, and countless slippery tentacles were desperately sticking out from the center of the oil painting, stretching out their extremely sharp fangs towards the people watching him around!

"I don't know what the original church had in mind when it moved this thing...... "Zibelin and Marshall jumped down the aisle that was not yet fully infected, and as soon as they jumped off the petals, they ran up desperately.

"Run away first, and tell Mr. America when the time comes." Marshall retracted all the petals, strode upwards, and soon saw the exit.

The sound of the slime colliding with the wall continued, and countless golden lights flickered in the small space, and the intertwined slime was first shredded by the petals of the magic sword, and then quickly recovered, and so on.

Thundered......

They finally escaped from the narrow room of death, the rumbling slime only dared to follow the hole, once rushed out of the corridor half a step, the slime itself sizzled, wafting pale green smoke, the organic slime suddenly lost its vitality, quickly collapsed to the ground. The remaining gel-like substance also shrank back with a full face, and did not continue to chase after it.

The two girls sat panting and fell to the ground, looking at the dark staircase, their eyes full of fear and exhaustion. They know a secret they shouldn't know.

The endless slime shrank back from the surface, the ink on the painting retracted back into the center of the canvas, and the girl changed to her original form, the pink magic flowing back between her muscles and bones, and the fishy smell re-evaporated.

There was a man standing next to Alice, with his hands behind his back, quietly watching everything get back on track. He was one of the bishops of the original Church, and it was he who watered the rose with his own blood and pinned his hope on Marshall.

He sighed heavily. Does the trajectory of fate have to be so cruel......