In the vast old hall.

Beverly leaned over, trying to look deeper into the cavern.

At the bottom of the 10,000-meter or 20,000-meter position.

She saw the corpse of a giant seven or eight thousand meters long, with a head shaped like an octopus and a pair of brown-gray broken bat wings on its shoulders, lying crookedly at the bottom of a huge cavity in the ground that could not be seen in all directions.

Why is it a corpse?

Because looking down from above, this strange-looking giant corpse is completely disconnected in the middle of its body, and it is broken into several pieces.

Moreover, the sides of the corpses that were as huge as mountains were extremely tragic and irregular flesh sections.

At all moments, streams of dirty green plasma gushed out of the wounds of its flesh like streams, merging into the vast bloody mire lying beneath the giant corpse.

To her surprise.

This huge corpse at the bottom of the cavern is obviously lifeless now, but on the section of the huge open wound, countless light green tentacles shaped like human blood vessels have inexplicably grown.

These dense tentacles, which are of unknown number, emit a glowing green light, and at the same time, they also cover the large area of mud swamp at the bottom of the cavity underground.

Moreover, these constantly twitching and pulsating tentacles have also derived more fine yin green flesh whiskers that climb upwards and grow as far as they can.

While climbing all over the walls of the cave on all sides, the cluster of flesh whiskers had already crossed a distance of tens of thousands of meters, and was about to climb to the ground of the main hall above.

But that's not what Beverly cares about most.

What shocked her was the terrifying presence of the mutilated giant corpse that seemed to engulf her completely.

That unconcealed momentum.

"Sunburst breath!"

Myscenil, who was belated, stood next to Beverly, looking at the huge corpses at the bottom of the cave at a depth of more than 10,000 meters below, and was amazed.

"I think...... More than that."

Beverly shook her head and said, "Even if this unknown otherworldly creature is only a corpse and it is still damaged to this point, its breath can still reach the Radiant Sun level, so ...... How far will he go in his lifetime?"

"Isn't it ......?"

Mycenel whispered, "Can it reach the level of a false god?"

Beverly pursed her lips and nodded, "It's a possibility."

Whew-

With a long breath, Mycenel muttered, "In any case, since we have broken into here, let's go down and see if there are any treasures."

"Okay." Beverly nodded yes.

Immediately, the two of them floated into the air, turning into two rays of light and shadow, one black and one red, and flew down towards the bottom of the cave more than 10,000 meters deep.

For the sake of prudence, while the two of them were falling, they kept a slow speed and slowly descended, while carefully observing the surroundings to see if there was anything unusual.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the two of them reached the cavity of the cavern's underground, where they were steadily suspended on the edge of the huge swamp that shimmered with a little green glow, more than ten meters above it.

Looking at the massive corpses that stood in the vast swamp like mountains thousands of meters away, Beverly's face was calm, and she chanted a spell, and raised her hand to create a half-virtual and half-real blood-colored compass with her magic surging.

Blood Sorcery: Hunt for treasures.

Buzz –

As soon as the Blood Compass was born, the slender hands on the surface of the mold lake disk stirred the air and spun wildly.

Whew!

After a few seconds, the pointer stopped, aiming in a certain direction of the giant corpse "Mountain" in the distance.

Myceniel and Beverly glanced at each other, and immediately their illusory forms sped away with magical brilliance.

Wow –

As soon as they entered the range of the "Corpse Mountain Range", the two of them immediately felt that their surroundings were suddenly dull and damp and hot, and everything in sight became distorted.

At the same time, there was a low murmur with a sticky voice and unclear words.

That kind of hearing

The effect is as if thousands of people are praying and chanting in different languages and tones in the unseen places around them.

Look up.

I saw that the exit of the huge cave that should have existed had now disappeared out of thin air, and was replaced by a vast alien dome that was constantly twisting and pulsating with colorful colors.

Moreover, this side is full of intense and dazzling color pollution, and countless sparks emitting smoky smoke are constantly falling.

These faint sparks slowly drifted to the ground, and after drifting to the surrounding corpse "mountains", they immediately trembled and erupted strands of scorching smoke, outlining and condensing thousands of illusory human forms.

As soon as they appeared, these humanoid creatures of strange smoke and fog opened their arms and bowed to the ground, their heads and faces swelling and closing as if they were chanting prayers.

「GreatCthulhu！」

「GreatCthulhu！」

「GreatCthulhu！」

……

Resisting the growing discomfort, Mycenaer turned to Beverly and said, "Search for it as soon as possible, I feel ...... If you stay here for too long, you will encounter some kind of terrible danger."

The latter nodded, "Yes, I understand."

Immediately, the two of them quickly searched for it under the guidance of witchcraft.

This otherworldly powerhouse has a total of five corpses, just like five corpse peaks.

In terms of the volume of each mountain peak, it is actually not particularly large.

At least under their morning star spiritual perception, they should be able to sweep it all.

But perhaps the remnants of this otherworldly giant were too terrifying, causing this secret area to seem to be cut off by it, and at the same time, some unknown distortion occurred.

As a result, the whole process of searching for rare and exotic objects was very unsmooth.

Not only has mental perception been seriously affected, but even the sense of direction, vision, and even memory have been incomprehensibly disordered and reversed in irregular moments.

So it took a full hour for the two of them to search through all the corpses.

As soon as the search was over, the two of them didn't dare to stay for a minute, and quickly flew out of the "split" area, and flew towards the cave that reappeared above.

Stop! Stop!

After flying out of the cave with a tired face, the two immediately sat down in the corner of the dark hall.

"I feel like I'm going to stay longer......"

Beverly gasped as she gasped, "My soul is going to be crushed and shattered by that breath."

Mycenil, who was sitting back to back with her, took two breaths, immediately picked up the witchcraft pouch and waved the various "things" that had just been collected and scattered them on the ground.

At a glance, there are eight items in total.

A gray scimitar exuding intense malice, a colorless liquid mass that inexplicably condensed and floated into the air and encased in a layer of gray-green blood, an irregularly shaped scorching red crystal that seemed to contain endless fire, a damaged gem with a black vortex looming inside, and four thin books of unknown material.

"Chrono Diamond."

Mu Cang's eyes shone as he looked at the black and broken gem, "I see, I actually got it in this secret realm."

As he spoke, he looked at Mycenaer and Beverly, who were obviously very close, and chuckled softly:

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the Witch King would also talk about love."

In fact, after the end of that secret exploration, Myceniel and Beverly participated in several more expeditions within a year.

Most of them are not in danger.

Although the harvest is not much, the relationship between the two has deepened in the continuous exploration.

In the following ten years, it has developed to the stage of couples.

According to Beverly, she originally wanted to enlist a Morning-Star wizard as her subordinate.

This is also the habit of being a child of the nobility of Huiyue.

Unexpectedly, in the continuous contact, Beverly found that Mycenaer was like herself

This deed.

So in the midst of the mistakes, they developed step by step from colleagues, acquaintances, and friends to real couples.

Of course, Mycenae himself was surprised.

He thought that he would struggle and wander back in endless blood and killing for the rest of his life.

The end result is either to become a dark giant or to die a violent death in a corner of Anzel's world.

But he didn't expect that his empty and broken heart would be filled by Beverly's existence hundreds of years later.

"Perhaps, this is fate."

He looked at Beverly, whose face was somewhat similar to his mother's, and the faint resistance in his heart, as well as the deep buried anger, also dissipated a lot.

"A dangerous scimitar, dedicated to slashing intelligent creatures."

Mycenaer picked up the ordinary-looking scimitar, tested it with identification witchcraft, and then looked at the detection information displayed in the air like a light screen, and slowly read:

[A slash from this knife inflicts a terrible and malicious curse on the wounded.]

Under this curse, the injured person's body will continue to be damaged, the soul will continue to disintegrate, and the mind and mind will suffer from continuous coma. ]

"It's a good weapon."

Beverly smiled skillfully, "It is estimated that the old ancestor of my family will not be able to take the attack of this knife hard, if you force it to meet it, even a Radiant Moon-level existence may also embark on the path of falling."

"Hmm." Mycenaer nodded, agreeing with the couple.

He immediately picked up the irregular scorching red crystal the size of a palm and tested its properties with identification witchcraft:

[Lava Burst: Contains all the energy of 100,000 mega-active volcanoes when they erupt.] ]

"It's a big bomb."

Beverly calculated carefully, "I don't know what kind of volcano the active volcano mentioned in the identification information is, if it is the kind of large volcano that can poison a thousand miles of territory when it erupts, then the power of 100,000 eruptions at the same time is enough to kill the peak existence of the Radiant Moon level, and it may even involve the Radiant Sun level realm."

"It can be used as a killer tool."

Mycenil thought for a moment and said, "After using this thing, it is obvious that there is no distinction between friend and foe, and it is equivalent to a suicide weapon."

"Yes." Beverly sighed, "I hope it won't be used one day."

At this moment, Mycenaer cautiously touched the gray-green liquid layer outside the colorless liquid mass the size of his thumb.

Gently flick it out of the corner.

Laugh at!

In an instant, his formless and substantial mental power was corroded into emptiness by the colorless liquid.

"Shhh

Mycenaer gasped and exclaimed, "What kind of liquid is this? It's so fierce."

Seeing this, Beverly immediately sent out a magic trick to "hit" the surface of the green liquid mass from afar.

Whoop –

As if blown by the wind, the green layer opened a corner, revealing a colorless liquid bulb layer within.

Snort!

But I never thought that even the illusory witchcraft that was just used to identify everything would be corrupted into invisibility by the liquid mass in an instant.

But before this witchcraft was eroded, the identification information was also in the air:

[Rotten God Poison Water: Once used, it can almost completely corrode all tangible entities and intangible virtual bodies, and if all of them are released, they will turn into a puff of mist, and even corrode the continent within a radius of 100,000 miles into a bottomless pit.] ]

"Radiant Moon Kill." Beverly concluded, "Even if the Bright Sun class doesn't check the face of the lake for a while, it will be injured, and the injury will not be light."

"Be careful to keep it safe, otherwise any leakage will be considered suicide." Mycenil's face was calm, and with a wave of his hand, he unleashed multiple protective sorcery to envelop the gray-green liquid in one breath.

When he was done, he immediately unfolded the four thin books that were not gold and wood, and at the same time tested them with the identification of witchcraft.

The first book, "Zero Degree Movement":

[One-time Atlas Rune, once used.]

No matter what kind of damage you suffer, you can keep your body and soul in a broken crystal state of "checkmate but not death".

After surviving the calamity, you can choose a time to return to normal, and at that time, no matter what damage suffered by your body or soul, you can recover a small half.

However, the strength possessed by the ontology will decline greatly, and even the essence of life will plummet to the realm of mediocre mortals. ]

Beverly frowned slightly, "Checkmate is not dead...... It's a bit of a strange word to use to identify information."

"I guess it's half-dead."

Mycenaer shrugged his shoulders and joked, "I can't imagine going to be in a position where I have to use this thing to survive, well, maybe I won't need it for the rest of my life."

The second book, The Book of Doom:

[The infinite world is full of countless calamities, the impermanence of fate, the malice of the world.]

Be thankful for the malice that comes to your face, it will make life whole; Anger ensues malice, it is a trick of fate.

With this book, one can perceive and predict the coming calamities at an unpredictable time.

But alas, it only predicts and does not give solutions.

So is this a prediction of calamity, or a declaration of death that will make people fall into panic?

I don't know. ]

"Active Prophecy Item."

Beverly thought for a moment and added, "But the precision isn't clear."

"Hmm." Mycenaer nodded, "Useful, but not much,"

The third book, "Variant of the Swamp":

[The vast world is like an endless swamp, and every stone and every person is trapped in the swamp.]

However, the contents of this book can give practitioners an unparalleled ability to adapt to various worlds to the greatest extent.

But the price is the great deformity of the practitioner's body and soul.

The bright will become hypocritical, the brave will become hysterical, and the calm will become cold and cruel.

But the one who is dark will be darker and darker.

It's as if this book will hopelessly fall into endless distortions. ]