78_78051The air suddenly became cold, and the cold air surrounded Curt from all sides, making him feel as if a layer of frost was about to form around him.

The darkness beneath them grew thicker and thicker, and the strange sludge that flowed from the sorcerer's body flowed slowly, staining the place it passed through with a dull black. The darkness seemed to emerge from within, and as the sludge grew, the light in the space shrank.

Curt took Lizzie by the hand and pulled her through the room filled with "something" that had once been a sorcerer. Wrapped in sludge, they ignored the two people who walked by, and stayed in the sludge without reaction, waiting to complete their transformation.

Since they didn't want to take Curt and Lizzie, the two didn't bother to entangle with them, but just quickened their pace and silently walked through the ∑wan∑shu∑ba,▼anshub¤a. A long spiral staircase leads up to an open platform that leads not far away, where there is a road that leads to other areas.

The moment you climb the platform, the clutter of the lower floors disappears in an instant, and there is hardly any room for furnishings, making the surroundings instantly filled with a sense of liberation.

The whole space looks like a huge semi-circular dome, and the passage that spreads up is embedded in the inner wall of the dome like a mountain road. They draw gentle curves around the walls like winding mountain roads, stretching unhurriedly into the distance.

Curt stared at the huge dome in a daze, inexplicably feeling that this strange stronghold might have been built by members of the True Eye who had hollowed out a mountain. Its size is already those fortresses of the Yuan Dynasty, and the area that the two men have walked before is only a tiny part of it.

This is not his whimsical thinking - in fact, there are still a number of untouched stalactites above the dome. In addition, there are many traces of artificial excavation near the "mountain road" that spreads upward. Compared with these things that are obviously left over from nature, artificial building materials are relatively rare.

A few rudimentary black stone steps are embedded in the crevices of the rock face. This is the path that connects the upper layer to this platform. It can only accommodate two people walking side by side, and there are no railings on the narrow edge of the road, so it seems that the people who use it are not worried about falling off.

"It's a pompous building that fits the style of those guys. A building of this size is a huge project even in front of the current builders, right?"

Lizzie looked up at the dome above and sneered: "Thinking of the identity of a mage as a kind of glory, and using the so-called 'glory' for personal gain, building a stronghold that can avoid people's eyes and ears is also the style that the ultramarine faction should have." ”

In the center of the dome, which was nearly semi-spherical, there was a pitch-black cavity, and a cold wind with damp vapor blew from it into the space below. Several openings to other areas are scattered around the mountain path, and the strong doorway clearly does not welcome others to pass through the guò.

Looking down, you can see through the rough cross fence the sludge pouring out of the sorcerer's body, which has almost completely submerged the corridor below. Countless tiny bubbles spread on the black, shiny surface of the sludge. It looks like black lava.

The filth of the lower level almost completely engulfed the corridors below, and the prisons on the lower levels were probably now full of black mud. The actions of the two of them were more or less timely, and if it had been a little bit in the evening, they would probably have been engulfed in endless darkness.

The muddy water almost completely submerged the magemen, and their faces were about to crumble in the black mud. From the mutilated body oozed a little juice heavier than the night, which not only polluted the mage's body, but also oppressed the entire space below.

The darkness in the corridors is not just growing, they are gradually precipitating their due thickness, as evidenced by the fact that there is only the other side of the darkness. The boundless black is ready to move. It was as if some kind of monster that had been sleeping in the depths of darkness was about to wake up.

The sorcerers' expressions were distorted, and they looked like they were all screaming desperately at the top of their throats, letting out a mournful cry of dying. However, there was no sound coming from their throats, perhaps not only their bodies had been destroyed, but even their souls had been swallowed up in the sludge.

The man standing in the far corner suddenly began to act. Curt couldn't see his face clearly, only a bloody cut in his abdomen. However, he didn't care about the internal organs that flowed out of his body with the sludge, and just limped and limped.

I don't know if they still retain even a modicum of human consciousness. It's just that Curt suddenly felt that the other party seemed to raise his head and look at the platform where the two were located. A large amount of sludge poured out of the holes in his body. Dragging the sticky silk threads drop by bit to the ground.

These unknown monsters manipulated by the sludge are even more terrifying than the dead who will eventually return to dust. Compared to them. The undead who continue to wander after ** are nothing strange - at least, the dead can be considered "harmless" as long as they are cut into pieces.

But these monsters that merge with strange sludge, they are probably not so easy to solve. Although the "corpse" that caused a stir on the outskirts of Cutrice caused a lot of anxiety among the forces of all parties, they finally found a way to calm it down. However, these muddy sludges that are identical to those of the alien state are far more problematic than that, and their constant properties are simply terrifying.

There was no time to delay any longer, and the two immediately walked up the gentle staircase. The path is so narrow that it doesn't make it difficult to climb, and you can sometimes see milky white rock pillars connecting the rock wall to the outside of the stone steps, which look like the ribs of some kind of giant creature.

Just as he was about to reach the middle of the mountain road, Curt suddenly noticed a black iron gate that had not been closed. Looking at the inside of the door, a space illuminated by warm light appeared in front of the two of them, and the white walls like stone pillars were reassuringly stable in the light.

"Wait, is this the lounge?"

It's a pretty large room, probably bigger than some people's entire home, and the open setting makes it easy to see what's inside. Several rows of oblique checkered sofas are scattered everywhere, quite like the meeting rooms of the nobles of the Old World.

On the walls in the deepest part of the room, most of the space is decorated with a mosaic mural depicting natural scenery. Materials of different textures and literary sciences are combined with mosaic stitching, and in this airtight stone room, a wonderful landscape with eternal colors is presented.

Not only the huge mosaic frescoes, but also the strange ornaments around them exude a wonderful sense of nobility. And if one takes a closer look at the objects inside, they will find that they are also quite elaborate in workmanship, and they are undoubtedly high-end products using expensive materials.

In such a strange place, there is such an abrupt existence of a reception room full of nobility, and this inexplicable sense of asymmetry makes Curt a little puzzled. However, the owner of this room is nowhere to be found, and it is even possible that he is one of the magicians who have been swallowed by the sludge, and even if Curt has many doubts about the things inside this room, I am afraid that he will not have the opportunity to ask him.

"Even if you have the leisure to ask him such an inconsequential question, whether he is interested in answering it is another matter. Lizzie angrily grabbed Curt's hand and let him continue to climb upward, "Whether he's dead or not, let's still have a hostile relationship with them!"

The spread of the sludge seemed to have gradually stopped, and it was not known if it was because the lower dungeons had consumed too much of its power, or if their own abilities were limited to that, but instead of continuing to chase the two of them, they retreated back into the dark depths while blistering.

Unfortunately, even though the body stopped, the manipulated people showed no signs of stopping. These monsters, which were almost completely indistinguishable from their human form, and could only barely be called "humanoid sludge", wriggled their bodies and walked out of the depths of darkness one by one.

There were pursuers, and even if they moved quite slowly, they were invisibly exerting pressure, forcing the fugitives to flee faster and far away.

The appearance of the surroundings has changed, and the modern man-made buildings are connected to the entrances and exits on one side of the huge dome. Gradually, rough rock passages were replaced by carefully constructed corridors, and instead of simply cut stone bricks or hard natural rock, the feet were replaced by smooth masonry floors.

Connected to the top of the dome, there is a vast semicircular space. The floor at the front seems to have been deliberately lowered by several storeys, while the surrounding columns carved out of the rock are connected to the beams and guò details, creating a simple architectural structure.

The style of these buildings is very different from the old and conservative colonial era, and the heavy walls with no sense of historical accumulation overemphasize functionality. There was not a single frill, and the tiles, polished to the point where they almost reflected the human figure, were fairly clean, no doubt recently cleaned.

However, on the flat floor of the corridor in front of him, there were scattered red and black blood stains, which looked like a wounded person was desperately escaping here, and the blood stains extended to the space in front of them, and these not-so-fresh blood did not seem to show any signs of coagulation of some kind of crystal.

At the same time, Curt deeply felt that the air around him had become more sinister, and the malice in this stronghold had become more distinct. It's not just the dirty "dirt" corridor below, it's the realm that is controlled by some kind of evil will, and the slightest mistake can lead to death.

Not dying doesn't matter to the two of them - perhaps for those who are caught here, a happy death is a gift. (To be continued......).