Whew――

Out of nowhere, the sound of the air flowing, like a swift wind blowing out of a hole, and a bit like the sound of some kind of large bird flapping its wings. In the huge cavern, the whirring wind was endless, but the only thing that responded to them was an empty darkness.

Around the square, a large number of crude buildings were randomly stacked on top of each other, and the simple building materials assembled the bucket rooms one on top of the other. On the side of the square, on the sloping space, these huts resembling insect nests are densely arranged.

Curt peeked through the gap in the huts, and could only see some of the most rudimentary household items scattered around in a haphazard manner. The dirty floor looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time, and a glance at the messy rooms gave an idea of who lived in them.

Curt looked to the left and right, but his view was blocked by the rudimentary materials, and all he could see was a slum-like shack. Near the road surrounded by shacks, there was an artificial ditch, and some dark red pieces flowed down with the sewage.

The two also try to move along the narrow ramp, but the intricate alleys are like a maze, and just wading into them can be disorienting. Curt tries to find a way back to the "factory", but whichever path he chooses, he ends up in chaos.

"We don't seem to be welcome here. ”

Lizzie sneered, then pointed in one direction and said, "Although I don't know where that black shadow ran just now, there is only one place around here that has the breath of a living creature." Obviously, the surrounding buildings are all barriers that have been erected to prevent people from getting there. ”

Apparently. This slum-like area is not as chaotic as it seems. When it was first built, the designers had already thought about using terrain to trap uninvited guests like Curt and them—even if they wanted to turn back now. In addition, if you look for other ways, you will end up back around the square.

"If you can't find a way, why don't you make your own way?"

Curt sneered. He then poured his magic into his leg and flew up and kicked into the wall next to it with several cracks. The walls were already in disrepair, and what looked heavy on the outside was kicked over by Curt, revealing the buildings that were hidden behind them.

It was a larger house, almost several times the size of the surrounding huts - but it was now a crumbling ruin. The ruined houses seem to have been built with a little effort, and the carefully polished stone still speaks of the ruins in their former glory.

Curt walked into the house from the cave he had opened, curiously observing his surroundings. Shapeless plant debris and dirty rags covered the sandy floor, and it looked like no one had visited the place for a long time, and even the shelves next to it were covered in dust.

Everywhere there are obstacles made of rubble and sand. In the gaps between these broken objects, the broken wood barely formed a few holes that joined together. The waste of the building maintains a delicate balance, and it is almost as if the order of these things is slightly disrupted, and the two of them will be buried alive here.

The narrow tunnel winds its way like a long snake, and every step of the rough road has to be taken carefully. After moving through these tunnels for a while, Curt realized that the road ahead was blocked, and the unadorned ground was exposed in front of him, showing a ribbon-like pattern.

Thankfully, the road hasn't been completely closed – at least not yet. Walk forward along the dangerous cavity. A path to the outside appeared in front of Curt, and although most of it was now buried by sand, there was still room for a person to bend over to guò.

Staring at her surroundings, Lizzie whispered, "This complex is definitely not something built by the Eye of Sight, they are too old. It may be even older than we found this 'distant land'. These buildings have already been built. ”

Curt didn't say anything, just shrugged his shoulders and walked down the stepped ramp. The canopies of these caves are low. So much so that he couldn't even move forward without leaning down. In contrast, the skinny Lizzie walked through these caves with considerable ease. It only took a slight hunch to cut through most of the gaps, and she followed behind Curt. At the same time, he observed his surroundings.

The ramp in the cave became steeper and steeper in the middle of the way, and eventually it became almost a steep slope that was difficult for ordinary people to travel. Curt and Lizzie barely descended from the slope of the scrap pile, and an even larger hole appeared before their eyes—a place that seemed to connect to the darkest abyss.

The ground in front of you was gently undulating like a sand dune, and above this flat area, there seemed to be a circle of strange ruins of buildings left in the distance. They resemble the remains of creatures that inhabit the primeval sea, and the indistinct barriers leave ambiguous traces in the darkness.

Walk along the flat ground, surrounded by towering cliffs. In the distance, you can hear the roar of the water, but no matter how you look at it, you can't see the hidden river, which seems to be too far away to catch with your eye.

A narrow mountain path leads to a high platform in the distance, and the "road" built on the side of the slope is close to the bottomless darkness, as if you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss.

The two of them walked up the inclined ramp and finally came to a wide space, where several columns supported the toppled eaves, and most of the surrounding walls were only ruins. Some broken stone pillars fell nearby, and you can vaguely see the fine reliefs of the past on them.

The water of the underground water veins flowed through the abyss in the distance, and the stormy waves crashed against the shore with a fierce roar. A number of rectangular rocks carved with geometric patterns are stacked on top of each other in the sloped ramp, creating stairs for climbers to stand on.

I don't know how long it took to walk, but the two of them finally climbed the steps and walked to a separate high platform. The torn statues have long since been lost in their original state, and the floor is full of cracks and hollows in disrepair, but the decoration still shows that it was once a place of worship.

A stone statue with a missing head fell in the corner of the entrance, a foreign god that Curt had never seen before. Several arms grew out of the strangely shaped armor, and a pair of alien wings that I don't know if they were reptiles or insects grew on their broad backs.

"Are there some Aboriginal ruins here?" Curt looked around suspiciously, he didn't remember a similar style of architecture in the Dominion, "but I remember that the indigenous people of Osataria didn't have the technology to build such large masonry buildings." ”

Layers of brick walls were piled up around a huge water basin, as if they were actually guarding something, but now the walls were covered with gaps and did not serve any purpose. Continuing to walk deeper, on a high platform not far away, several towers overlook the surroundings.

Surrounded by a space made of cubic stone, the carefully carved ornaments clearly reflect the worship of the people who built the sacrificial site. Curt sniffled, and the air around him was mixed with a slight vapor and a hint of an indistinguishable odor.

Not far away, in the clearing, several stout stone pillars were closely arranged, which broke through the central canopy of the sacrificial place and pointed to the zenith. Through the pitch-black space, Curt noticed that there seemed to be something darker hanging from the very top of the pillars.

It seemed to be a corpse.

Although he couldn't see it clearly, he could vaguely distinguish from the silhouette that these "things" hanging from the top of the stone pillar were all people. Or rather, most of them were once human, but now they are cold corpses.

As if in public display, several bodies that had been tortured to the point of being inhumane were hung from several stone pillars in the center of the square. If this were the surface, there would probably be a flock of birds flying down to peck at the flesh of these people, but in this place deep underground, they are accompanied only by countless insects.

The pitch-black pillars are clad in sturdy chains that pass through the bodies of these "prisoners" and hold them firmly to the tops. Despite the fact that their bodies were almost torn apart in the previous "processing", these tortured people still do not find peace.

Tick, tick –

On the towering stone pillars, there are more than a dozen wonderful red runes that appear and disappear from time to time, exuding a strange light. After absorbing the dirty blood left by the victims, they became more distinct, and the blood that drooped down left a thin layer of crystals on their surface.

The crystals of blood were growing little by little, and the blood-red light pouring from the stone pillar below him painted the blackened corpse with a blinding color. The miserable spectacle of mutilated corpses and scattered blood is like a picture of hell, and these victims are the living sacrifices of the demons.

In the dimness, Curt seemed to hear a wonderful chanting from far away, and he looked up, and there seemed to be something in the deep darkness. He couldn't see what kind of projection it was, because only a momentary effect of zài melted into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Could it be a hallucination?

Curt rubbed his eyes, and looked at the victims locked to the stone pillar again, and in the darkness, only the eye runes on their chests stood out.

"These are all True Eye Wizards, right? I remember the 'eye' pattern on their clothes. Frowning, he whispered to Lizzie, "Who the hell tied them up here, and seems to have done the same thing." ”

And this qiē happened not so long ago. (To be continued......)