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Accompanied by several highly compressed spells, fiery light shot out of Lizzie's fingertips, sweeping through the space where most of the sludge-wrapped monsters stood.

Suddenly, the air around the two of them seemed to be about to burn, and it was dyed with a dazzling red color by the glowing Rubik's Cube. They were like their companions in the desert, twisted in the heat that continued to spread, and every sight seemed so unreal.

It was as if the kingdom had been burned by fire, and after the heat that swept through it had dissipated, all that was left around was an empty scorched earth. Flames burned violently on the pitch-black rocks, and heat waves twisted and curled upwards, making it a picture of the end of the world.

The darkness receded, and the blazing flames made them feel intimidated even by the unscrupulous. The sludge that entangled the sorcerer vanished silently in the moment the flames swept through. It doesn't look like they've been destroyed, but they've chosen to hide deep underground to avoid the flames.

The sorcerers they had abandoned had lost the last vestiges of their life, and in a matter of breaths they were shattered into charred bones. As in the past, they quickly dissolved into a stinking black juice, only this time, they showed no signs of returning to their human form, and it may be assumed that this time they had been completely defeated and could no longer stand up again.

"Okay, Lizzie. Can you tell me what the hell did you get out?" Curt chuckled as he looked at the scorched hollow, not knowing what to say about Lizzie's spells. "When you say 'test firepower', it shouldn't be the big explosion. ”

The violent magic still lingers in the space around it. There was no doubt that the "Big Bang" that Lizzie had just created was more powerful than every random battle spell she had ever constructed before. Not only did it destroy the enemies that stood in its way, but it also destroyed the surrounding environment to the point where it was terrible.

At the moment when the flames spread outward, the ground on which the two of them stood was also imprinted with deep imprints, forming crooked scars between the gradually cracking rocks and dirt. The residual heat dried the soil, and even the solid rock was coated with a scorched black layer by the heat.

The ever-expanding fireballs not only destroyed everything on the same plane, but also the cavern directly above it. In the roar of the eruption, a loud bang erupted from the nearby rock mass, and I looked up. Only a few huge pieces of rubble could be seen crumbling from above.

"I don't think this spell has reached an unbelievable level of intensity—in fact, I've just slightly fixed some redundant structures to further condense the effects of the mana. ”

However, Lizzie didn't seem to be satisfied with its effect, but frowned, and while reining the magic that was wandering around, she said to Curt, "The easiest way to destroy the darkness is to put it in the light, so I created the most direct light and heat." However, the reaction was noticeably quicker than I expected, and they withdrew before the spell could touch them. ”

The blasting has subsided, and the last remaining heat wave has faded away in the whirring wind, but the aftermath has not yet fully shown its face. Lizzie's spell didn't completely destroy the cave, but its aftermath still lightly destroyed the unsturdy upper rock wall.

Huge rocks of various sizes continue to fall above the rock face. A stream of clear water also flowed into the colony through the cracked hole. What appears to be a tributary of a nearby underground vein that rushes down from a crack above the rock face into the deep darkness below.

The underground water veins around Cutrice are abundant, and the underground space is relatively empty. At least enough for the Eye of Truth to dig a hiding place or two in these underground caverns. This may be just one of them, but it's almost out of use.

After sorting out the general situation in his head, Curt gave up and continued to ask questions about spells: "Okay. Regardless of the spell and the sludge, it seems that they have given up and continue to follow us - so, what happened to the 'human' you spoke of?"

It's like I just remembered it. Asked casually. The two of them were originally attracted by a human target who had survived, and planned to enter this cage to investigate. But now it's such a big mess. Curt felt that this goal should be appropriately changed.

"It's possible that life is alive by something special before it's dead. Lizzie pointed in the direction she was saying, "Prepare for the worst—I don't think anyone can maintain this kind of vitality for so long and still have a clear sense of self." ”

Either there is only a piece of flesh called "body" left, or it is so delirious that it is impossible to distinguish the boundary between herself and the outside world. The human who still has a life left seems to have struggled on the line of life and death, but there is no "death" in the exact sense of the word.

If those magicians who are swallowed up by the sludge and can only keep struggling and shouting are in a state of "begging for death", then the other party is probably just staying in the process of "can't survive". Cheng dù, who is so faint that he can barely feel it, is only a thin line away from the real deceased.

"I'm not a god, and it's impossible to save a person in this world. ”

Curt shrugged his shoulders indifferently, then walked over to where Lizzie was pointing, "I'll provide relief, but the biggest premise is that I can do it." The existence of the hero is too far away from me, and he and I are just 'friendly mortals' who act in the hope of the hero. ”

The dream has long been abandoned, and even the identity has been buried in the dark past by his own hands.

With an embarrassed smile on his face, Curt pried open the hot iron door in front of him. With the smell of some kind of burnt blade of grass, a short, steep path appeared before his eyes. Both sides of the road are covered with stalagmites and stalactites. The rudimentary staircase spreads into the distance.

The road was originally designed to connect more areas, with several simple doors excavated into the rock face spread out in a small space. But now. Except for the path that connects to the bottom in the far corner, everything else has been artificially blocked.

"The architecture here is really weird. It's like piecing together things from different eras. Walking down the steep stone steps, Curt looked around curiously, "I just thought that a few shots were close to modern times, and now there is this kind of road that seems to have only been found in the dark ages." ”

The builders of these stone steps were simply perfunctory, or they were forced to abandon other better design options for the sake of efficiency. The slope of this design is not functional at all, and it is full of trouble for those who use it in either direction.

At the bottom of the staircase, which seems to have been deliberately used to make things difficult, is a plaza built next to a cliff. On one side was a flat clearing, with nothing around, and on the other side, unsuspecting in the bottomless darkness, the sound of running water faintly reaching the ears of visitors from the depths.

To the east and north of the square are broken gates. However, their architectural style is out of step with what I've seen before. The columns that connect the main gate are free from grooves and other carvings of various sizes, a structure reminiscent of the architectural pattern of the temple.

Looking closely, Curt noticed a large number of strange footprints on the ground. Human-like, non-human, as if some kind of human-like creature had moved around barefoot in the vicinity. A strange fishy smell wafted from the depths of the building behind the broken gate, and a stench similar to blood could be faintly discerned.

Forcibly suppressing a certain uncomfortable premonition in their hearts, the two cautiously stepped into the hall not far away. Along the way, you can see fragments of Xue-colored crystals scattered as fine as dust nearby, as if a large number of crystals have been transported into nearby buildings recently.

Looking around, the architectural layout looks strange, with pipes hanging here and there that look like some kind of factory. The metallic equipment around it reinforces this feeling. Foul-smelling water vapor wafts around the road, and the overwhelming heat is even more disgusting.

But the floor of this hall had been dug into several irregular holes, most of which were covered with a thick sheet of metal, and only a few were open. After getting a little closer. You will find that the smell of rotten flesh is coming from the hollow.

"What is this?"

Looking down into the depths of the cavern, some dark red, somewhat blackened silt was deposited in the translucent, cloudy liquid. Some crystals as scarlet as fresh blood were wantonly tossed inside the cavern, and they glowed with a faint glow in the strange sludge.

It's not all. Aside from crystals of varying sizes, something seemed to be soaked in a cloudy liquid. Curt subconsciously leaned out. Try to see through the steaming water vapor to see what exactly has been thrown into these hollows.

Curt really couldn't figure out what these machine-like things were, but his instincts told him. These things contain powerful magical powers, and they are full of malice. Obviously, they exist for the sake of making something—these creatures seem to be living things.

Something like an oocyst wrapped around something, silently immersed in the dark red sludge. They seemed to be some kind of immature creatures, their whole bodies curled together, their hands and feet tangled together as undifferentiated as primeval monsters.

Their bodies resemble humans, but they seem to have deliberately missing or adding a few parts to express the designer's malice. The twisted limbs of the body appeared rather thin, like a fetus that had not grown, and was still undulating in the turbid fluid. (A good event for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Pay attention to ~ 點 / public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter dd), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to dd WeChat public account!) (to be continued......)