After eating the hot soup, it also happened to be the end of the endless water bag cooling down again. After drinking a little water, now Zhou Zhongmou and Misha have to think about the road ahead.

In fact, Zhou Zhongmou has always had a thorn in his heart, "There are already about four thousand gold coins in this place, and then a magic sword - although I don't know how much it can be worth, but looking at this introduction, it is at least a four-figure gold coin, and there is also a magic book that I can't estimate." But what is it for? What kind of enemy is guarding this? It's just twelve low-level armored humanoids! There is definitely nothing so good in this world! At least I'm not a face fighter, but I can't figure out who Misha is?" Thinking about this in his heart, Zhou Zhongmou walked to the door and opened the door.

There was no movement in the corridor outside, and everything was normal. "No! no! the situation is not right!" Although he hadn't been able to figure out what was going on, Zhou Zhongmou's heart was full of discomfort and told him that it was definitely not normal outside. But no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything wrong at all—at this time, Misha squeezed over to take a look, seeing that he had been standing there motionless—Zhou Zhongmou's body covered the entire door frame.

"Huh, the beautiful angel above has been replaced. "Being a woman is different from a man's, and what she noticed Zhou Zhongmou didn't think of at all at first. He saw the angel under the dome on the opposite side, and looked at it, but he couldn't remember what the original angel Misha had said looked like. Then Zhou Zhongmou's gaze moved down and began to look at the corridor in front of him. He alternated looking in the direction of his left and right hands, and slowly, an icy feeling began to creep up his back. It was an indescribable horror, and in his mind's mind, he began to gradually recall the "original" corridor that he had unconsciously remembered the moment he and Misha walked into this room, and he closed his eyes, touched his temple with his right hand, and tried hard, hard to coincide the glimpse of his memory with the corridor in front of him.

The tall man let out a breath, and although he couldn't remember it all, a few things that were easier to distinguish still made him compare the difference between before and after—"Miss Misha, we're in trouble." This, this big library, or whatever palace -- it changes. Zhou Zhongmou said to Misha behind him. Misha didn't know how powerful it was, in fact, it wasn't just her, even Zhou Zhongmou himself didn't feel how terrifying it was at this moment. But soon he sensed something powerful several steps before Misha.

This was noticed by them as they walked down the hallway to get back to the hall - where there were no stairs in the hallway, there were stairs and no other way. Zhou Zhongmou wanted to turn back, but after thinking about it, he wasn't sure what would happen if he turned back—after all, he could confirm that the hall was in this direction

Then they walked up the stairs, the second floor, turned, the third floor, turned to the fourth floor, and when they stood on the fourth floor, Zhou Zhongmou gasped - the corridor in front of him was the corridor on the first floor, he quickly constructed the space he walked through in his mind, and found that it was actually a paradoxical space, "It's familiar! It's not" He wasn't sure at this time, but he decisively took Misha back and walked in the other direction.

Then he saw a brand new hall, full of stairs, up and down, back and front, "Damn! Sure enough, it's Escher's illusion three-dimensional space map! I just didn't expect this place to be completely recreated in real space!" He found that there were no words to describe this strange picture, and now the fact was that they couldn't find their way out at all.

As time passed, there were more and more strange changes - to the point where you had just turned a corner, and when you looked back, the path had completely changed. Numerous rooms seem to be endless along the corridors, and a variety of architectural structures that should not exist in three-dimensional space at all. If this is just a movie, then Zhou Zhongmou would have to sigh that the stunts are really exciting, and the director is really brain-opening, but it would not be pleasant at all to become the lost ant in the movie.

There were no enemies in the house, and the only monsters they encountered were the armored humanoids, which had not been seen since they had been defeated, and the furnishings in every room were no longer like the weapons display hall. The absence of an enemy does not mean that it is not dangerous, and if this situation continues, sooner or later they will starve to death here because of the lack of food. Of course, Zhou Zhongmou also thought of a way to break the situation violently - after all, they found themselves several times that they were probably only a wall from the outside, and finally in one room they found that outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the garden that came with the baroque building - so Zhou Zhongmou immediately pulled out his big sword and began to smash the glass.

With great force, he swung his great sword and slammed it into the glass, but it was useless - the glass shattered and there was a time reversal scene, and the shattered glass flew back into complete glass almost at the same time as it fell. Zhou Zhongmou thought of if he could force a breakthrough while smashing, but this qiē still failed, no matter what he did, his breakthrough speed was not enough-this glass was like the surface of the water, and it was being restored while it was broken. Misha couldn't help it, she didn't have a spell to use here, and there was no spell effect at all that could break through the floor-to-ceiling window in front of her.

"There's no way, it seems that I can only go in one direction and see if I can go back to the beginning of Yiqiē. Zhou Zhongmou frowned and said, Misha also hummed worriedly-she was just like Zhou Zhongmou, she thought that this harvest was enough, and the only thing she wanted was to leave here, leave this whole secret realm and return to Petrovodtok City.

Just as the two men were trying to escape from the harmless-looking house, the fighting outside was heating up. I don't know if the Count would be a mistake for not letting his men do it together in the first place, but he must now feel that things are out of control - the Minotaur is better than he thought, and his silver rank is not as powerful as he thinks he is, and the opponents he crushes in the arena on weekdays are harmless little mice compared to the monsters of the same level that appear in real deathmatches.

And now there was a third Minotaur who had come, and the Count was about to be finished, but the fellow was not so nervous, but sighed, and pulled something out of the ring with the family crest carved with it—it was a black three-headed flail, smaller than the silver flail he had dropped on the ground, at least three meteor hammers smaller than the one he had thrown on the ground. But the coercion above far exceeded that magic weapon, and the momentum on the earl who picked up the flail changed. A furious aura rose from the Count's body, and the flail in his hand began to shake on its own, and a red bloodthirsty electric light flashed between the three meteor hammers.

Makarov quickly retreated with relief, and gave up the still alive minotaur to the count—not only that, but the count's men on the other side also ran away as fast as they could, leaving the minotaur they had been entangled with their companions. The three minotaurs stood together, facing the Earl, whose momentum was completely different—the rising momentum of the Earl's body had already glowed with a faint black, and the fighting spirit was like a burning black flame, and the jumping flames vaguely formed a huge demonic beast—and the three meteor hammer heads of the flail converged with the black fighting qi to form a shape that was vaguely visible like the head of a mastiff.

"The Karelian Guard, who has stood firm through centuries of war, betrayal, and intrigue - the power of the Petrovodtok family! The direct blood of the Podlovodok family!" Makarov muttered to himself.