When the first deformed freak roared and rushed forward, Agatha only turned slightly to the side, and tapped the monster's limbs with her cane as she staggered with the enemy, causing it to burn instantly in the "cremation", and then she raised her staff and pointed forward before the pale flames hit the ground, drawing a blinding white line from the flames, causing it to crash into the intersection ahead, spreading like a stream of fire to burn the ugly monsters.

She's trying to avoid moving her body too much to alleviate the effects of exhaustion and pain, and she's trying to avoid contact with the freaks to reduce mental wear and tear - she has to conserve her energy because she doesn't know how many monsters are waiting for her in front of her.

She is not resistant to death, she knows that after the death of this body, she can still fight until it is reduced to ashes, and the ashes will float in this cursed place, continuing to cleanse those disgusting monsters - she has never been afraid of all this, but before embracing death, she still wants to investigate the truth here and stop the actions of those heretics as much as possible.

The more frequent attacks she was being made along the way, and the freaks becoming more and more agitated, were a faint proof of one thing—she was looking in the right direction, and this was the lair of the heretics.

More black mud seeped out of the nearby walls and vaults, where every pore, every crevice, every crevice of the bricks was a breeding ground for the birth of those deformed, and the way in which these "fakes" began to appear became more strange and difficult due to the topography.

A slight hissing sound came from behind her, and an alarm rose in Agatha's heart, and she felt her body sluggish from exhaustion, and she could only barely twist her body at the critical moment, and turned back to block with the cane in her hand—with a sharp stabbing pain in her shoulder, she saw a dazzling spark burst from the middle of the cane, and a figure dressed in black with the Guardian's cane in her hand was knocked out.

The figure fell to the ground, and squirmed and crawled up like some disgusting mollusk, and it looked up, and under the black top hat was a face that seemed to melt and slowly deformed, and in that terrible countenance, some familiar outline could be faintly discerned.

In the next second, the flowing face condensed, turning into a young man with a well-defined facial line—he looked up at Agatha with a confused look on his face: "Captain? Why are you here?"

Agatha's fingers on the cane turned slightly white, and her eyes were frozen for a second.

Almost at the same time, she heard a voice coming from nowhere, as if the whole sewer was resonating, and the voice whispered to her, "Ah, you recognize him—your loyal vice-captain covers your retreat from the darkness when you're not a gatekeeper······ You left him there······ How about taking him back?"

Agatha did not respond, but stepped forward in silence, and after three steps turned into a gray wind, which then stopped and coalesced in front of the young "guardian", and when her figure reappeared, the tin staff in her hand had pierced deep into the chest of the black-clad guardian.

The young black-clad guard watched this scene in amazement, as if he couldn't believe that he would die at the hands of his trusted "captain", but suddenly, as if he understood something, he muttered softly in his throat, "Is it over......?"

"Sorry, it's going to be over soon." Agatha whispered.

The young black-clothed guard slowly lowered his head and laughed, "Captain, you have finally mastered the power of the Ash Wind......

"Yes, I've been practicing for a long time." Agatha whispered, pale flames rising before her eyes, and the body of the "black-clad guard" melted and disintegrated in the "cremation", turning into black dust.

"Resolute, ruthless, and in keeping with your status as a sacred disciple of death."

The disgusting voice echoed again, and Agatha turned to see more deformed freaks taking shape, with "fakes" pouring towards her in all directions—the owner of the voice was clearly not chivalrous, and even when it was "attacking the heart", he was constantly directing these minions to attack him.

The sound of flames crackling, cane snapping, and breaking air echoed through the underground corridors, and Agatha said in a deep voice as she fended off the deformed object's onslaught, "These little handfuls

Drama can only provoke me, but it can't slow me down—on the contrary, anger can only make me find your hiding place faster, what good will it do you?"

「…… It's true, you're angry, and you look worse than you were before, but that's okay – proper mood swings are necessary, Miss Gatekeeper."

The voices echoing in the hallway seemed to fade away, but Agatha's heart moved—the right amount of mood swings was necessary? What does this phrase mean?

However, there was no one here to answer her question, the owner of the voice had only one purpose, which was to use cannon fodder to constantly weaken her physical strength and delay her steps, and now that he was gone, all that was left here was another group of monsters that had just "infiltrated" from the surrounding walls.

Agatha's eyes froze, and she turned to her enemy again.

"Our warriors are at war with the enemy!

A flash of green fire pierced the darkness of the second waterway, and the figure of Dove Ay rushed out of the flames and "smashed" Duncan on the shoulder, flapping his wings vigorously and letting out a high-pitched and noisy shout.

The sudden burst of stupid bird and its shrill cry startled Duncan and almost scared Alice's head off.

Duncan, who had been searching in this dry and empty underground corridor for a long time, suddenly widened his eyes and turned his head to look at the pigeon spirit on his shoulder: "What the hell is your name?"

Ay tilted her head, her small eyes looked directly at Duncan, and nodded with a serious expression, "Our Tanji has been attacked!" Our Tanhime is under attack! The situation is too bad for us... …· … Our warriors are at war with the enemy!"

Alice leaned over with her head in her hands, "Captain, did Ay have a bad stomach?"

Ay turned her head to glare at the puppet, stuck out her neck and pecked twice on the latter's skull, making a "knock" sound before shouting, "Like words, like words······

Alice was pecked and ran away.

Duncan didn't pay any attention to the movement around him, his face became serious after hearing Aye's second shout, and then he looked thoughtfully in a certain direction.

"You two be quiet," after a few seconds, he suddenly broke his silence and looked at the intersection on the other side of the corridor with a solemn expression, "Ay may have sensed something."

Alice instantly became honest and looked in the direction of Duncan's gaze.

"It's my mark...... It's the 'gatekeeper,'" Duncan's voice rang out, and he had already stepped forward, "She's around here."

Alice looked in that direction, and then her eyes suddenly widened.

"Ah, wired!"

Miss Doll let out a short exclamation, and then ran as fast as she could—even faster than Duncan, like an anxious child trying to grab a balloon that was about to fly away, and she trotted to the vicinity of the junction, and then jumped up to catch something unseen in the air.

Duncan only saw Alice running over, bouncing in front of her to grab something in the air, and then he vaguely saw something in Alice's hand.

Some are white, almost transparent, and slightly refracted with ambient light in the air...... Line.

He walked briskly, and Alice turned her head with a bright smile on her face.

"I caught ......"

Miss Doll's smile lasted only a moment, and the next second, the faint thread in her hand suddenly began to shatter, break, and quickly dissipate into the air as if it were accelerating weathering.

"Ahh Alice exclaimed, "The thread is broken!"

But before her exclamation could be heard, a tall, burly figure had already walked briskly from the side, and Duncan stretched out his hand towards the broken and weathered "thread", and a thread that was about to completely dissipate fell into his hand.

In an instant, the line was dyed with a layer of faint green firelight.

Duncan turned his head slowly, and he looked into Alice's eyes, and Alice's wide eyes reflected a cluster of jumping green.

"I got it

。」 Duncan said softly.

One of the freaks was reduced to ashes in the pale flames, and the other was crushed by the cane and collapsed like soft mud, Agatha spun around and sliced through the air with her combat staff and slammed into the last enemy still standing at the intersection.

Then, her movements stopped abruptly.

Completely instinctive, without even having time to think about it, the great sense of fear and shock had directly shook her entire mind, and she even felt her muscles and bones make a piercing and terrible creak at that moment, and some powerful force from spiritual intuition—maybe even a direct warning from the god of death, Bartoc, suddenly stopped her movements.

She saw her cane stop, less than a few millimeters next to the last "fake" skull that had just risen from the mud.

Her eyes widened as she watched as the humanoid figure covered in flowing mud slowly raised its head, its head gradually condensing into a pair of eyes, a faint green flame burning on the surface of the body, and a deep voice crackling in the flames.

"Agatha, do you need help?