Walking through this stronghold that belonged to the True Eye, Curt felt that there was always a strong smell of blood around him at all times. He hadn't seen mountains of corpses before, but he had never felt such a compelling aura in a building.

No one likes to live in a room soaked in the flesh of the dead - except for some crazy guys. Obviously, as "dutiful" spell researchers, the magicians of the Eyes of True Vision don't care about being in the company of flesh and blood, after all, these are the products of their reality.

Pieces of corpses that had been brutally dissected by them were scattered here and there, and the people who used them for research looked like they didn't intend to organize them at all. A number of strange potions were placed on a nearby wooden shelf, and several glowing green jars were soaked in biological samples.

&nb《♀，a◎ns≈■msp; It's like a madman's underground research room, and there's a sense of raunchy madness everywhere. Originally, Curt thought that the strange spell products in Liqi's research room were incredible enough, but he didn't expect that there was such a group of crazy researchers in such a close place.

Most sorcerers preach the product of reason, as almost all the study and use of magic comes from knowledge acquired through reason. However, a few of the heretics believe that sorcery is not just knowledge and skill, and that they are even gifted with it.

What is a spell and where exactly is its source?

Disputes over similar topics have been going on for a long time between the various sorcerer camps, and as a result, a number of philosophers have emerged. But for some pretentious guys, whatever the end result of the dispute is, it will not affect their attitude towards people other than themselves.

He is the chosen one. Therefore, it is possible to ignore the existence of other people. This is how certain geniuses, who are almost born with extraordinary powers, see themselves this way. Perhaps it is because of this sense of superiority that they will commit many heinous acts.

The Eyes of Truth - or the Ultramarines - have no shortage of talented magicians within this organization. Their abilities are hard to match even Cruz François. But perhaps it is precisely because of this that they don't care if they will be covered with corpses on their way.

"Wonder what this thing is?"

The solid masonry floor was covered with stains. Many of them look like dried stains formed after the blood has cooled. They flowed sideways on the ground, leaving strange lines in their wake, and some of the blood stains that had not yet been cleaned were scattered with tiny translucent crystals.

The crystals looked like red crystals that had been ground into pieces, scattered irregularly within the cooled pools of blood. These cold crystals don't look so much like the actual artifacts that the sorcerers have accidentally dropped on the ground, but rather like they have coagulated directly from the blood.

Clusters of pyramid-shaped polyhedra are tightly connected at the roots, and on the outside they look like a series of crystal clear dark red ice flowers. If they hadn't been seen in a pool of long-dried blood, perhaps Curt would have been more interested in observing their appearance.

He leaned closer to observe the dark red crystal fragments, and asked Lizzie with some confusion, "Lizzie, where have you seen anything like this? It's coagulated from the blood under the influence of some kind of force."

The fine crystals were almost completely submerged in blood, and the crimson liquid that contained them was completely frozen long before the two arrived. There was a faint residue of thin blood on the surface of these cold crystals, apparently long before the blood dried up.

Without exception, these crystals are located in the central part of a large area of blood, and the crystals that are connected together form one ring after another. The multi-edged, ring-shaped roots appear to have been tampered with, with irregular cut marks scattered across the crystalline surface, leaving behind a lot of loose powder.

"I don't know, I've never seen anything like this before. Lizzie shook her head slightly, though she seemed to have the same idea as Curt. "But it's possible that they're something that grows out of the blood—and the bulk of it has been taken not long ago. ”

Apparently the existence of such a thing had surpassed the knowledge she possessed, and Lizzie was curious to twist some fine crystals from the pool of blood with her hands. The fine shards slowly disintegrated into "fine sand" with a red glow on her fingertips, staining her fingertips with a hint of dark red.

"It's not just what it looks like. They smelled of pus and blood on them—and even then, the pungent smell didn't subside. ”

As if stained with sticky blood, Lizzie's fingertips oozed a few droplets of blood that looked like beads of blood. She put them to the tip of her nose and sniffed. Then put on a look of annoyance—it seemed that the crystals had an unpleasant smell, just like their appearance.

There were black blood stains all over the place. Everywhere you look, you can see these crystals congealed from the dead blood. Originally, Curt didn't pay attention to the stains left on the ground, but when he paid attention. Only then did I find that the traces left by these crystals could be seen everywhere.

In the "real yàn" of the Eye of True Sight for many years, these black stone bricks do not know how much blood they have absorbed. It was only by letting countless victims pass back and forth through these corridors that every corner of the building would smell of flesh and blood.

Following Lizzie's instructions to leave the deepest dungeon, Curt had expected to be ambushed by a well-prepared enemy. However, the reality was once again to live up to his expectations, and after leaving the worst dungeon, a huge research room awaited the two of them.

The only thing he could smell in his nose was the smell of rotting flesh and some unknown drug, and the indigestible stench made Curt feel like his nose was about to melt. Even Liki, who was often soaked in the potions, frowned, clearly not liking the environment.

Compared to the cell area at the bottom of the abyss, this lab is much better - though you can still see smudges and garbage everywhere. The research equipment scattered all over the place was in tatters, not even as good as the equipment provided by the academy to the apprentices, and I really couldn't imagine that this was something used by good mages.

There is a difference between the upper and lower levels in all groups, and the True Eye is no exception. I'm afraid that not all of them in this group are so-called "gifted" excellent magicians, and the vast majority of their researchers are just ordinary people, and their status in this group is not too high.

"Tsk, that feels terrible. ”

Curt looked around unpleasantly, the walls of this research room were still only made of black stone bricks, and the enclosed space made people feel inexplicably oppressive. The equipment here and there is some age, and it sounds like it has a "historical charm" at best, and it is a dilapidated era, and even the poorest sorcerers don't choose to use these tools because they are so old.

A large number of tools for ancient spells were piled up on a shelf in the corner of the room, but they were also in tatters, as if they would break down after a little more use. The True Eye seems to place a high value on the use of ancient spells, but these unstable spells tend to avoid the use of obsolete instruments - because they lack the necessary stability, and if they don't get it right, they will get out of hand.

"Uh-huh, what's going on?" Continuing to walk forward, pushing open a large, closed, round-arched wooden door, Curt suddenly muttered and stopped, "So that's why I think it's too quiet here? If that's the case, then I can't laugh." ”

Originally, he felt a trace of thicker blood coming out from behind the closed door, which had already made Curt's brows furrow unconsciously. And when he pushed open the door, he was not surprised to see a sea of red, only the stench of flesh and blood made him pause for half a step.

The blood was more glaring than the execution ground beneath the dungeon, and fresher than the rotten stuff piled up underground—the shattered flesh and entrails were a source of disgust. The damp and warm smell of blood licked Curt's skin like a tongue, a chunk of flesh that had just become a corpse.

It was as if a huge monster had wreaked havoc in this room, and not even a single thing could be found in the huge room. People, objects, and other bits and pieces were all torn to shreds and thrown into the room at random.

No mercy, nor can it be expected to show mercy - just as no one can pray to stop a natural disaster. What destroys this place is a complete and brutal violence, which takes everything it can to destroy, and then destroys them like a toy.

The brutality and ruthlessness of the saboteurs is similar to that of the prisoners in the dissecting of the prisoners, but the brutality of the methods shown by the superficial is the opposite of the careful and precise technique. What happens here is an absolute clash between strength and skill, but in the end it is only violence that wins.

It's simple and crude, but it works.

"These people are members of the True Eye, right?"

Lizzie walked into the room behind Curt without changing her face, and said in a cold tone without emotion, "Murderers will be killed—although this sentence is just a word used by some magic stick to bluff people, I think they should have been ready to be killed." ”

Since they have chosen to take such a path, they must be prepared to be robbed of their lives sooner or later. Curt didn't know if the sorcerers who died here were aware of death, but they really didn't have the right to complain about fate and let them die.

The old black robes gradually stained with a vivid blood, and the overflowing blood filled the entire research room with a pungent smell. The once warm blood was gradually losing its temperature, and several clusters of translucent crystals were slowly growing in the blood stains that were gradually congealing. (To be continued......)