It was quiet everywhere, because there were no more people who could make sounds, and there was not a single living force left by the third-party forces that had invaded the stronghold of the Eye of Truth.

It's not so much a "stronghold" as a crudely converted chamber from a cave. The place where the two of them are now staying is a man-made cave that now appears to be used as an abandoned site, littered with unidentified decay and broken equipment.

The room feels like a garbage dump, where the flesh and bones of various creatures are scattered around, and there are many scattered debris piled up in the wooden frame in the corner without any sorting. Curt remembered the torn corpses, and the remnants of garbage that might eventually be collected and piled up in the room.

&nbs... wan... Book... ロ巴,a■nshub←a.p; Looking ahead, an unnatural opening leads to another part of the dump. The interior of a simple, well-defined cubic building, with cold black bricks and rusted metal skeletons simply forming a dilapidated architectural pattern.

In all corners of this space, there are lumps of soft, sticky asphalt-like smudges that look like asphalt that has not solidified. Quite a few tubers glowing with an icy turquoise glow grew on the smudge-dense tracks, providing a slight illumination to the room.

Blackened blood smeared on the surrounding walls, and like most of the blood seen before, wonderful blood-red crystals had grown in these places. Slightly different, it is estimated that only the crystals that appear here are more jet-black than any of the previous ones.

"Most of these crystals are blood, and there are other magical ingredients mixed in with them. That's pretty much it, and I don't have the tools I need to use for analysis right now. I won't be able to figure out what they are for a while. ”

Tearing off a small piece of red-black crystal attached to the wall, Lizzie squinted at it. She ripped it open, and the dried blood dripped black liquid as thick as tar. They were stretching at a delicate pace, trying to repair the wounds that Lizzie had torn open.

"And what about here, is the stuff also made from blood clotting?"

Curt picked up the plank he had moved and handed it to Lizzie. Its surface has decayed and aged, and it looks like rotten wood that has been exposed to heavy moisture. However, when he tried to move, he found that the small plank was heavier than a stone of the same size.

Curious, he pried open a little of the rotten surface and looked at it, wondering what made it look so heavy. He was startled by the fact that he was in front of him—the inside of the plank was covered with layers of dark red webs, which looked like layers of cobwebs accumulated inside the wooden blocks. The flocculent red-black silk threads shimmer with an unlucky brilliance, which inexplicably makes people feel unpleasant.

"It's hard to say for sure at this point, although the answer is likely to be 'correct'. ”

Lizzie took the board that Curt had handed over, and used a piece of crystal to pry open a larger opening to observe. After looking at it for a while, she created a handful of flames and tried to ignite the red floc inside, only to find that they had only been slightly scorched by the fire. It curled up in a strange black mass that couldn't be lit at all.

"I can't see it, but at least I can be sure that these flocculents are not organic matter, but some kind of special material that has been manufactured. Lizzy shook her head with a headache, the strange red flocculent was quite unbelievable, "I thought it was a flocculent structure formed by the decaying wood inside the board, but apparently it wasn't—they were all unnaturally catalyzed by unnatural means. ”

Feeling a subtle sense of detachment, she sighed helplessly. Lizzie never thought she knew everything in this world. But when she sees a sorcerer surpass her, she also feels truly powerless—and of course, the expectation of discovering new knowledge.

She dismantled a small piece of wood and put it in her purse, leaving it to investigate later: "These sorcerers have studied deeply. And in a certain independent field, it has surpassed my knowledge. If this knowledge didn't have to sacrifice so many people, it might have been popularized soon. ”

From the bottom of her heart, Lizzie felt that this discovery was somewhat incredible.

"Is that so..."

Curt muttered incredulously, though he couldn't understand what these results meant for spells. And all the spells here are imbued with some kind of dangerous nature. But since Lizzie felt that this was a rather novel discovery, it must have meant a lot to the mage.

Seeing that there was nothing left in the room worth investigating. Curt slowly walked to the entrance of the room. The iron-clad wooden door looked like it hadn't been maintained for a long time, and the rotten wooden planks of the main part were covered with rusty iron sheets. It looks like it's going to fall down at the slightest touch.

Squeak-

But the broken door was unbelievably heavy. Curt reasoned vigorously several times, and the iron-clad wooden door slowly moved a line. The seemingly fragile plank, apart from a slight whimper, did not fall apart as expected.

The mutated wood and worn-out metal plates that have been soaked in blood make it seem to be performing its proper functions. If someone tried to open it from the outside with violence, it would probably take him a long time to break the lock on the door.

Curt turned sideways, poking his head out of the slightly pushed open door, cautiously looking out into the space. As expected, the road leading to the abandoned yard was all that remained, and the black-clad mages lying on the ground were all left with tattered wreckage.

Near the pile of dead remains, a monster with barely a human figure remaining. Just by looking at the appearance, Curt couldn't tell if it was a corpse or a living thing. Like the "jailer", he was also a humanoid-based weapon, standing silently in the hallway, covered in blood.

Seeing that there were only two black holes left in the part of the monster's eyes that were supposed to be, Curt couldn't really confirm if it still had "sight". It didn't seem to notice Curt and Lizzie's existence in the slightest, just hobbling through the hallway.

Behind it, it carried a frame much larger than its body. The crude woven container of wooden material contained all kinds of garbage, and the excess weight weighed it down to the waist. Thick cold blood oozed out of the frame and dripped onto the ground.

Maybe it's because the thing behind it is so heavy that it can only walk slowly somewhere in the distance, and stop for a while to rest after a few steps. As Curt looked at him, it froze for a moment as if it had sensed something, but then immediately moved on again.

It doesn't seem to have been found

Although he can occasionally understand part of his psychology through the other party's expression, it is really difficult for Curt to analyze his thoughts when he looks at such a miserable face. On the rotten and pus-bleeding "face", there was no expression that a living creature should have, only the tattered body tissue was trembling slightly.

For these creatures that look like living corpses, ordinary people will have a little physiological disgust, and when they see the arms stained with fresh flesh and blood, they will even have a subtle sense of fear. However, Curt didn't react superfluously, just stared at the other party's movements with bated breath.

The other was rather sluggish, and the two of them could have bypassed its path and slipped out of the open metal door behind it. Perhaps killing it is also a viable option, but killing it directly here is likely to attract the mage who controls it.

He glanced at the open door on the other side, where there was no shelter from where the two of them were. Curt gave Lizzie a slight look, she knew Curt's intentions very well, just nodded slightly, and manipulated the magic to wrap around her and Curt's feet.

In a short moment, the silent magic enveloped the two of them, and no matter how they moved, they would not make an unnecessary sound. Glancing at the humanoid monsters that were walking farther and farther under the porch, they crept out behind the door, swiftly navigating the hallway full of corpses like cats.

"What are these things, are they still alive?"

Just through the half-hidden door, Curt and Lizzie stood in a corner, and to his surprise, there were more people behind the door. It seemed to be members of the True Eye, but the sorcerers stood in a distant corner in a daze, oblivious to the two entering.

Standing in the corner, Curt looked at the creatures wandering the aisle outside the door, dressed in different styles, all busy with their work. Their appearance is not much different from that of ordinary people, if you don't take into account the black "dirt" that sticks to them.

The black-robed mages covered in stains were supposed to be researchers with True Eyes, but now they were all in the form of aliens, constantly hissing for unknown reasons. Around them, the sorcerers who had once been their companions were scattered to the ground.

It's amazing, by the usual definition, that the humans in front of them, surrounded by ugly sludge, all look alive and capable of simple communication. Curt felt that compared to the clay wood sculptures or the insensitive immortals, they even retained a certain amount of thinking and sanity, if they had to say, they were just "ordinary humans" whose minds were controlled by some kind of force.

"I don't know, maybe physiologically they're all alive, but I don't feel the form of a human soul in them anymore. The smile on Lizzie's face disappeared, and there was a hint of cold murderous intent in her eyes, "Not only that, don't you feel familiar? ”

She looked at the mages, but there was no hint of curiosity on her face. (To be continued......)