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From time to time, the faint sound of footsteps can be heard in the eerie dungeon, appearing and disappearing, making people wonder if they are hallucinating.

There is no breath of any living thing, only fragmented flesh and decay that cannot be seen. The space filled with the stench of corruption was almost completely obscured by darkness, and only the faint glow of the torches could see the silhouettes of two figures tiptoeing under the porch.

Walking down the darkened rock-brick hallway, Curt carefully observed the surrounding cells with closed doors. He and Lizzie were locked up in one of the innermost corners, and when they came out of the small room, they realized that they were locked in a labyrinth.

&nbwan书ロ巴,▲anshu○ba.sp; The pitch-black stone bricks appear to have been cut from a stone quarried from the nearby mountains, and in the hands of the builders, they are not only piled up into walls, but also carved into simple ornaments - Curt can even see some stone discs blackened by flames hanging from the ceiling.

Not just as an "ornament", even in the midst of the extremely strong stench, Curt could still distinguish the smell of blood wafting from the stone plates. However, most of them were hung from unreachable heights by ordinary people, and Curt could not get a glimpse of them.

It is not known why the people who built the cage deliberately hung these stone discs from the top of the cell, but it only takes a little smell of the spilling from it to anyone can guess what is inside—the cooled blood of the victims.

Rusty metal skeletons, dark black rough stone bricks, and foul-smelling cages are all the ingredients of an underground prison. No one wants to be put in jail, but if they were given a choice between prison and here, Curt would be more than happy to choose the former, no matter how bad the regular prison is. It's like a resort.

Curt frowned and looked around, every second he stayed here made people feel indescribably depressed. But no matter how hard he tried, he was looking for a way out in the neighborhood. Both of them are greeted by almost identical dungeons, and the same building materials create an incomparably similar space.

No doubt. The underground prison is larger than expected, and the same architectural pattern makes you feel like you're in an infinite loop. The intricate roads crisscross the city, and the intricate structure leaves prisoners trying to escape confused.

Poking his head out of the shadows in the corner of the stone wall, Curt cautiously observed the area he was about to set foot in. Ahead was a corridor that stretched almost in a straight line, lit by only a few torches scattered under the empty corridor, as if the arches leading to the other cells had only dark outlines in the light and shadow of the flames.

"How big is this place?"

Curt couldn't help but be amazed, they had been walking around here for a while, but they didn't find an exit: "The Ultramarines should have a lot of strongholds in the Dominion, but why did they build such a large cell near Catrice?"

Previously, Curt suspected that the building was built in the early colonial era. Members of the Ultramarine Faction came to the land with the early pioneers. However, at a time when the Ultramarines still had the upper echelons of the Empire, was it really necessary for them to build a massive fortress in a hidden place?

There is only one plausible explanation that can be found at the present time - they need to study a certain spell out of the eyes of others, and they need a large number of prisoners as practical products. While it's unclear exactly what purpose they conducted the study, judging from the bloody scene, the study was not conducted with good intentions.

Since a long time ago, it was not uncommon to use living creatures as real products for magic research, however, the use of humans as real products was strictly forbidden within the empire. Perhaps it is for this reason that they have built a secret stronghold here.

"It is speculated that the underground prison covers an area about a quarter the size of the central square. It was then divided into many parts by brick walls and iron fences. Liqi shook her fingers slightly, letting her magic spread around, "As for the structural magic, it has been interfered with by a certain amount of time, so I'm not very accurate. However, there are some signs of air movement in the west-northerly direction. Maybe there's an entrance to the upper floor. ”

She held out her finger and pointed in the direction she had said she had said, as she allowed her magic to stretch out in the other direction. The space separated by heavy stone walls and railings showed no sign of exit, and the spells that spilled from her fingertips were blocked by the iron railings. Only two or three times passed, and they were blocked.

She pointed in the direction of the corridor extension, as if she wanted the surface exit to be ahead. Look through the light of the torch. At the farthest point of this deserted corridor, a row of metal railings arranged horizontally can be seen. They were set up side by side in the middle of the dungeon, enclosing a rudimentary hall.

But it wasn't just a "hall", with far more utensils than the surrounding dungeons. In the dense outline of the iron fence, Curt seemed to see the outlines of some old torture instruments—and several inhuman-shaped silhouettes were hung from them.

Occasionally, a few wails could be heard from the distant cell, and it was probably from there that Curt woke up to hear the sound. It is possible that the few people who were hanging from the old torture equipment were not dead, and only the continuous pain made them let out a low cry of sorrow.

"Wait a minute, Lizzie, is there a way to know how many living creatures are in the nearby dungeon?" Although he wanted to immediately rescue the tortured people, Curt had not lost his due calm, he turned to look at Liqi, and said with a little hesitation, "Especially around that cell, is there an ambush?"

While the explosion may have been enough to kill most of the prisoners who wanted to escape, there are often many unintended consequences in reality. If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens, and considering the cautious action habits of the true eye, it is time for them to send someone to investigate.

Since the opponent is a group of magicians, it is impossible to be too careful. The most dangerous power of a sorcerer is not the supernatural powers they wield, but their knowledge - all they need to do is skillfully use this knowledge and technology, and everything will turn into a trap.

Spells that interfere with vision, metal blades that pierce the body in front of the enemy's eyes, and "mines" that can be used to store magical materials are in fact just the most basic techniques, and there are often more terrifying traps in the personal space of the sorcerer.

However, Liqi only shook her head lightly and said, "If you want to find the dead, there are quite a few here, but there are very few who are still alive. And I don't feel any 'traps' in the vicinity, and the more obvious magical products are piled up in the hall in front of me. ”

She tapped her fingers lightly, and a cluster of blue flames silently appeared on her fingertips, and then walked past Curt to the hall. The flames of its fingertips flickered slightly, and it seemed to be able to feel the changes in the magic in its surroundings, flickering and disappearing with Lizzie's movements.

The light of the torches on both sides of the corridor suddenly subsided, and they dimmed under the light of the flames on Lizzie's fingertips, and even the heat inexplicably dissipated most of it. With the light of Lizzie's fingertips, the two of them approached the hall in front of them, which was separated by a metal fence.

The smell of blood and wails became clearer, and in the space in front of them, which was cut off by cold metal, the bloody scene shocked Curt and Lizzie's vision. Several mangled corpses were chained to the execution rack, and wooden barrels that were randomly placed aside were filled with scarlet liquid.

On the blood-stained floor lay several ancient-looking torture instruments, metal and wood built in a simple and crude way to preserve them for the sake of inflicting pain. Sharp spikes, bloody blades, and oddly shaped tools were scattered aside.

Curt walked over to the huge cell and reached out to pinch a section of the fence that connected to the fence gate and shook it, "Damn! it looks like we're a step late, and those guys from True Eyes have already taken care of this batch of 'real supplies' long before we were locked in." ”

He gestured with his hand along the metal railing, and the iron pillars hung from the ceiling, about two people high, and remained embedded in the chest-high low wall. The tentacles are cold, and these metal pillars with a slight black glow don't look like they're pure steel, but are mixed with some kind of special material with magical powers.

The metal skeletons of the fence were already stained with dark red stains, and looked like they would break at the slightest touch. However, when Curt shook them vigorously, he noticed that the irons still retained good strength, and they were not scrap metal that would collapse at the touch of a button.

Curt scrambled to make a hole in the iron railing that could get into it, and then stood sideways into the field surrounded by columnar metal. He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose as he got to the pungent smell of blood—there were more corpses piled up here than the other cells combined.

The people left behind in this hall had long since been so devastated that they couldn't see what it was, and the only thing that could tell their identities was the tattered outline of freedom. The True Eye has never changed their approach, and has never shown mercy to "real products".

There was only one man left in the large cell who was still wailing with a faint breath - but he was not a survivor at all. His body had been cut open like a fish with a knife blade, and the dark red color was slightly agitated, and several of them had been damaged by Yan Zòng.

Death is only a matter of time, and the most merciful option is to make up for the fatal blow to him. (To be continued......)