He is an excerpt from the Records of the Forbidden Land of God...... Thankfully, the Forbidden Land didn't drift into the Dark Canyon this time, and I didn't want a creepy start. Slow replied.

"Gaia, what are you talking about?" Lucha asked impatiently, not understanding what Slow was selling.

Gaia glanced at Slo, and saw that this guy didn't mean to explain, so he had to speak: "Those rusty weapons on the ground, as well as some destroyed combat machinery and discarded armor, indicate that there was once a bloody storm here, and maybe this is what caused this huge city to become what it is now......"

"Getting to the point. Rodica said coldly, and his resentment towards Gaia was not disguised.

Ignoring Rodica's cold words, Gaia looked around at the desolate scene around her and continued, "The original words of that sentence just now are 'rotting corpses, soldiers killed in battle, immortal souls, bloodthirsty spirits...... When night falls, they will bathe in the cold moonlight and continue the unfinished battle. ’”

The process of sunset was much faster than reality, and when the last rays of light completely disappeared from this vast grassland, Gaia's voice had just fallen, as if it was Gaia's call, and when everyone was calmed by that ancient prophecy, there was a trace of obvious dissonance in the otherwise dead grassland.

"If it's not dinner time, I don't think you're deliberately creating an atmosphere, because I've heard very indecent voices in this coffin-like stone mound. The adventurer Moore was leaning back against the mossy sarcophagus as he listened, and when Gaia had finished speaking, he gave a strange expression to the crowd and a dry humor.

"What's the sound?" all eyes turned to the stone mound exposed in the grassland. The stone pier is not really a sarcophagus, but the lower half of a collapsed building, which is a larger, sealed stone-like sarcophagus due to the stacking of stones......

"The sound of chewing, I think what is that thing chewing inside......" Moore was very bold, and he still leaned his back against the sarcophagus-like thing.

"If you continue to pretend to be dashing, the next generation of our people will probably hear the thing inside chewing your corpse when they come here decades from now. Mercenary Laumande said.

Moore smiled awkwardly and hurriedly left the sarcophagus, and at this time everyone finally heard the sound of the adventurer Mohr chewing, which seemed to be biting rotten meat, which made people uncomfortable to listen to.

"Now, it's up to wait for this guy to finish dinner or get out of here right away. Moore asked.

"There's no need, because when night falls, it's everywhere. Prepare for battle, these things are not illusory, they are possessed by the decomposed bodies of the souls guarding the forbidden land, attacking anything that has the breath of life. Slow said.

"Let's fix this first. Laumande first pulled out the big sword on his back, and his rough body jumped directly onto the stone pier, stabbing the heavy big sword directly into the sarcophagus, and the dark yellow fighting spirit poured into the stone pier along the hilt!

"Woo-" There was a disgusting breath from inside the stone pier, and it was obvious that Laumande's weapon had stabbed directly into the object's body, and as the shattering fighting qi poured in, everyone heard the sound of flesh exploding, and then some disgusting liquid flowed down the cracks in the stone pier, dark red, with sticky slurry and meat mixed there.

"Man, you're going to be the first person to kill a necromantic creature in nearly a hundred years......" Adventurer Moore said with a smile. The adventurer, who was said to have ventured through any of the treacherous places of the Zecharian Empire, did not seem to be frightened by this, but always spoke calmly.

As Moore spoke, Gaia suddenly appeared on top of the sarcophagus, and the purple sword in his hand pierced into the stone pier like a lightning bolt, and suddenly a miserable scream sounded from the sarcophagus, this sound became very strange under the influence of the stone seal, and it was terrifying to hear, as if it was screaming in people's ears!

Gaia drew his bloodstained sword, glanced at Raomande, and said to the crowd, "These things have to be stabbed in the head to kill them completely." ”

"I take back what I just said, that honor should belong to you, so can you tell me how you know this, I think it should be the white-faced handsome boy to explain it to us. Moore asked.

"While it's not completely dark, we'd better choose a vantage point, because there can be a lot of these things. Gaia didn't answer Moore's question, he said it to Mesa.

The dusk of the grassland was supposed to last for a long time, but for some reason the sky soon darkened, and even the bleak moon soon appeared in the vast night sky, without the embellishment of stars, it was a lonely moon hanging cold.

"Do you always like to be in the limelight and show your worth?" said to Slow to Gaia next to him as the nine men leaned against an abandoned wall, cautiously scanning the desolate ruins in the night.

"I just don't want to wipe us out because of your concealment, here are the people I care about. Gaia replied lightly.

"How do you know I'm hiding, maybe I don't?" said Slow.

As they spoke, the canopy was completely dark, and the Magisher Lucha maintained the light magic, but this ancient ruin was shrouded in a cloud of impenetrable mist, this fog was very strange, it did not block people's vision but would swallow the spread of light, and Lucha's light magic could only illuminate the surrounding scenery for fifty meters at this time.

At night, the ruins became even more eerie, as the weapons that had been turned to tattered metal flashed again in the moonlight, and the ground where weeds had reborn showed signs of slackening, as if something was about to emerge from beneath the ground......

"Because you always conceal, your identity, your conspiracy, your purpose. Gaia said, his eyes fixed on the ground beneath his feet, as he could already feel the chilling souls under the grass crying something, ready to move, trying to break through the ground.

"We're teammates anyway, at least I haven't done anything bad to you until now. Slow said.

"It's true that we're teammates, so I'm worried about whether you're still so bad at bearing, this time it's not the Mog Forest, it's the Ancient City Battlefield, and those things are 'cute' to you. Gaia smiled playfully as he spoke, for he knew that Slow, who was extremely particular about things, had an interesting weakness.

Sloe's face quickly changed, perhaps the conversation was a measure he had taken to divert his attention.

Sure enough, when a blackened withered hand stained with a yellow-green mixed solution stretched out from below, Sloe's body trembled visibly, but he gritted his teeth and pretended to be calm.