The eruption roared, and the heat came with the impact.

The dazzling light and the oncoming hot wind swept along with the wind set off by the explosion, and the blazing flames dyed the vision a golden red in an instant. The dust that had piled up on the ground was violently lifted up by the air current, and even the hay inside the cell was scorched.

The originally sturdy bars were vulnerable to the explosion, and one by one they were broken off like crispy biscuits. The flames burned eerie scars on the steel skeleton, and the heat was fierce enough to reduce all living things to ashes—even the "jailers" who had previously carried their energy.

The jet-black blood that flowed from its body was like its oily exterior, and it would ignite at the slightest touch of the flames around it. The blood-soaked stone brick floor was covered in spreading flames, and the glow seemed to be mixed with some of the colors of the blood stain.

Following the blood that flowed across the ground, the flames formed a wall around the prison room, sealing the blasted hole in the fence. It was only a few steps away, and the swollen heat stretched from the flames in all directions, enveloping Curt and Lizzie's bodies.

Even though Lizzy had set up a protective Rubik's Cube as a barrier, the long-accumulated burst still tore the softening magic to shreds like scrap paper. If she hadn't been prepared for the spells left behind by the Eye of Truth, those broken iron bars would have been their fate.

"Ahem, ahem, that's an exaggeration. ”

Curt smiled bitterly and looked at the flames in the corridor that remained in Zài, shook his head and sighed, "If you let the power of this spell burst out, you can probably turn all the surrounding cells into a sea of fire." Hmph, even if you don't want to spare your mouth, there's no need to use this spell, right?"

Buried inside the belly of the "Jailer" is a bomb powered by magic. The members of the Eye of Truth may all agree that its explosion is powerful enough to destroy any prisoner who tries to escape. However, they seem to have forgotten one thing, and those who try to escape from prison often hold more than one card.

The little remaining magic gradually spread, and they slowly flowed through the closed dungeon, and then a gentle breeze was set off. The smell of decay and decay swirled through the space with the air currents, and the flames that had burned violently before shrank in the breeze. Eventually, only a few flames shimmered in the wind.

"I never take the time to think about what the mob has in their heads - it's nothing more than violence or anything like that. Lizzie smiled mockingly, then snapped her fingers lightly, "And I'm not like some idiot who would like to watch myself turn into a roast." ”

As she spoke, she peeled off the chains that were wrapped around her hands, the blue glow of metal as soft as plasticine on her fingertips. The shackles used to limit the use of magic by the Wizard are clearly not good at dealing with violent destruction, and perhaps those who use them need to consider the strength of the chains themselves.

"Please, don't say that. I didn't let myself be scorched by magic because of my personal interests. Listening to Lizzie's casual teasing, Curt couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's really unforgettable, if you can, it's better not to let me feel that feeling again." ”

He shook his head slightly, and threw the remaining chains on the dirty ground. He walked out of the small cell before Lizzie. The surrounding space was filled with a stench of burning, and the hay mixed with flesh and blood, charred from the previous eruption.

The dungeon is like something out of a medieval painting, built of old and stained black stone bricks. Through the fading firelight, Curt could see that the corners of the dungeon were still littered with rotten debris, lifeless pieces of flesh.

The dungeon is not architecturally architectural, as its owner only needs a harsh space to keep the prisoners in and let them rot slowly.

"It looks like an old building from the colonial era. ”

Curt stepped on the pitch-black stone bricks. Observing the dungeon by the last light of the fire: "I have heard that there are many buildings left in the territory of the Dominion of Osattalia that were built during the period of large numbers of immigrants. These buildings may have been thriving settlements in the past, but most of them are now left in inaccessible areas. The vast majority have been forgotten. ”

It is said that in the past, people found old fortresses from the colonial era in the deep mountains and old forests, and this may be one of the ones that has not been discovered, Curt thought. But I'm afraid it's not just that, the scale of this dungeon in front of me is so huge that it has surpassed the Cheng dù of a fortress.

It is necessary to build an area of a massive dungeon, one of the best settlements even in the colonial era. Over time, these settlements evolved into towns or villages of different sizes - no doubt about it. Catrice City was one of them.

It stands to reason that whoever wants to make a huge settlement forgotten. It is quite difficult to gradually disappear into the dust of history. However, if it existed as a hidden spot in the first place, it is not surprising that it has always been unknown.

The Eye of True Vision belongs to the Ultramarine Faction. However, this group is not a well-intentioned being. I am afraid that at the beginning of the discovery of the mainland, they had already infiltrated all corners of this land. A land far from the empire's homeland is a fitting testing ground.

Curt pinched his nose and walked into another prison on the left, which was not protected by Lizzie's spells and was therefore destroyed even more severely. Most of the hay piled up in the corner had turned to ashes, and a mangled charred corpse hung on the innermost wall.

It may have been a man, but his body was almost completely scorched by the heat, and it was impossible to distinguish his face. There were more than a dozen deep wounds on his body, one of which even cut open his shoulder to his lower abdomen, and some of his internal organs were missing.

He was just another victim in the hands of the True Eye, and looking at this scarred body knew how much he had been tortured before he took his last breath. Seeking to live and die cannot be different from the corpses that I have seen before that are deliberately "dressed" for some kind of ritual, which is just the result of simple catharsis of violence.

"The liver and lung lobes were taken away, so I guess they were going to be used as some kind of spell material. ”

Lizzie, who was close behind Curt, walked past him at once, crouched down beside the corpse and looked over: "Every knife avoids the fatal part - look at the section of this incision, I dare say that the executor is definitely a calm fellow, and these wounds were deliberately left by him." ”

Regardless of the image, she put her hand into the inside of the corpse, brushing her fingers through the wounds one by one, as if she wanted to restore what happened to the deceased before he died. The charred corpses were curled up with smudges, blood or the remains of the burned clothes, and Lizzie ripped them whole from the corpses and leaned closer to see the unrecognizable piece of flesh at a close distance.

It was not only the liver and lungs that were missing, but the eyes and tongue of the deceased were gouged out, leaving only an empty hole in those places. The wound was as smooth and clean as Lizzie had said, and the person who attacked it was not only calm, but more importantly cold - the removed parts looked as if they had been taken while he was still alive, and the victim was somehow forcibly kept conscious.

Torture with no humanity at all, this man is afraid that he has been dead for less than a day, and he was allowed to die slowly after being tortured. I am afraid that the people who are able to carry out this torture do not consider him a human being. What he had broken down with his sharp blade was nothing more than a lump of flesh.

"Damn it, another one!" Curt felt a surge of anger burning in his heart as he looked at the ruined corpse, "Isn't there enough people killed last time to drive the Black Sun, how many more victims are these madmen going to make in Cutrice City!"

From the previous behavior of the True Eye, it is surmised that this man is probably also a Slot. Add up the recent killings of the Slots around Katris, and the number of victims is already more than a hundred, and if you count the undiscovered, this statistic will only be more.

There are indeed quite a few gang members among the Slots, and it would not be surprising that these thugs would disappear - and the subject of trouble here should be prepared to lose their lives.

However, it is not only the gang members who are attacked by the Eye of Sight, but rather a small percentage of the victims. Curt couldn't see what principles they had chosen to attack them on, the only thing they knew for sure was that they were all Slots.

The garrison will not turn a blind eye to the anomalous disappearances, but now that they have been stumped by more troublesome things, there is no way to investigate the disappearances carefully. Even if they wanted to investigate, they would have to find a way to get out of that "dream" first.

"Why are you staring at the Slots?"

Contrary to the angry Curt, Lizzie was now lost in thought, "Don't you think it's strange? I had previously surmised that they were used as sacrifices for spell rituals based on the principles of spells. But if you just need sacrifices, there's no need for everyone to be Slots, right?"

Lizzie stood up, the mangled corpse slowly disintegrating behind her, eventually dissipating into nothingness as a black debris. It was perhaps the last thing she could do for the tragic death, the simplest burial ritual to completely disassemble his body with magical powers.

This dungeon is undoubtedly a relic of the old era, but it continues to devour the people living in the new century. As with this historic dungeon, the bloody "ritual" may have begun a long time ago and has been carried over by the members of the True Eye to the present day.

It's time to put a stopper on it. (To be continued)