Please give me a monthly ticket. Please give me a monthly ticket! It’s a new week, you can give a thumbs up!! No one is rejected!!! Chapter 370 Adventure "…Luckily, Lady Otilia is here, otherwise it would be troublesome." "Yeah, these small and numerous things are the most disgusting to deal with." Everyone tensed up and waited on the spot for more than ten seconds. After making sure that all the evil spirits had been cleared out and the crisis was over, they all breathed a sigh of relief and some expressed their gratitude. All the team members, including Hill, couldn't help but feel grateful for their team leader, Otilia, the senior deacon. If it were a "Requiem Master" with less qualifications, such as an ordinary "Made Punisher" in a parish church, it would be impossible to kill so many foul ghosts in an instant. If they were the leader, the situation just now would definitely develop into a melee between the warriors and the cockroach demons.
It's unlikely that the whole team will be wiped out, but there will most likely be casualties. In short, because of Ottilia, a lot of unnecessary losses were saved. "continue." It seemed that she had no time to enjoy the praise from her subordinates. Ottilia's pretty face, filled with sorrow and gloom, remained unchanged, and she still looked cold and weak. After giving a brief and indifferent warning, he took a step forward and continued walking forward. The crowd did not talk to her. They dispersed their formation, resumed their previous formation, and followed Ottilia step by step. “Slurp…” As Hill's hard boots stepped over the place where the cockroaches and evil spirits had gathered, she felt that the originally dry and solid ground had become muddy and slippery due to being soaked by body fluids and internal organs, and it felt sticky, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. At this moment, her inspiration noticed something strange: there seemed to be something without a fixed form... escaping from the wet and sticky debris under her feet, and quickly diluted in the air. She knew that this was the breath of the "rust plague", the root cause of numerous tragedies and sufferings in this gray world, a hateful and helpless evil curse. "Sooner or later, this curse will be completely lifted and eliminated, and the dark clouds that have remained in the sky for ages will be dispelled, revealing the true appearance that it should have been, and everyone will be truly redeemed... The aura of the "Rust Plague" soon faded to the point where she could no longer perceive it, but she knew that it had not disappeared. Sooner or later, it would gather again somewhere and brew a new killing machine. “It may not be achieved by me, but it must be achieved…” Having made up her mind secretly, she walked through the area head on, and as the team went through the area with tower-like buildings at a relatively slow but not sluggish pace. During this period, they were attacked by various strange and evil spirits many times, but most of them were handled by Ottilia alone. So far, the pioneer investigation team of more than a dozen people has not suffered any casualties. "The street planning is very reasonable, which not only ensures the land utilization rate, but also keeps the city structure in an orderly manner. Perhaps it can serve as a reference for the 'Last Kingdom'..." During the search, Hill strictly performed his job, carefully recording the general topography of the area and drawing sketches with pen and paper in hand. "Although the building's exterior is mostly made of stone, judging from the complete preservation of the collapsed structure, the internal support structure should be mostly made of wood... The level of civilization is probably not as high as that of the 'Last Kingdom', and it is not possible to smelt metal on a large scale...
"Why are they abandoned? The buildings seem to have been destroyed by natural factors such as weathering and corrosion. It doesn't seem like they were caused by violent factors such as civil war or ghost invasion... "From the weathering traces on the stone, it has been at least fifty years since people have lived here... "Fifty years ago, were there a group of living people here who had dreams and hopes and were fighting against the curse of this land? How are they doing now..." "Stop." Otilia's cold, firm and powerful voice interrupted Hill's thoughts that were gradually sinking into sadness and loneliness. When she came to her senses, she saw the senior deacon, with whom she had had a glimpse of each other several times, stopping in front of a square. Because she was facing away from her, she couldn't be sure of her expression, but she inexplicably felt that Ottilia should be squinting her eyes and looking solemnly ahead. The square in front of everyone was circular and covered a large area, with a diameter of at least two hundred meters. Even though it was overgrown with weeds and shrubs, one could still feel its vastness. "Is this... a place for local residents to gather and hold major events? Or is it a place similar to a 'training ground' or a drill platform?" Hill made an analysis subconsciously, and then heard Otilia's voice coldly and clearly say: "There's a secret passage down here." "Secret passages?" Hill followed Ottilia's gaze and saw that the floor tiles in a certain place in the square were a little more concave than the surrounding tiles, which was not very obvious at first glance. But if you deliberately think in the direction of a secret passage, it does look like the entrance and exit of an underground tunnel on the ground. The other team members had basically discovered the unusualness of the ground, and they did not doubt the leader's statement about the secret passage. Instead, someone asked: "Are we going in?" "Open it first and take a look." Ottilia said indifferently, raised one hand, pointed her index finger at the sunken area, and slightly hooked her white and slender fingers. "rumble--" A heavy and rough friction sound was heard, and the fragments of the floor tiles that had been broken into pieces over the long years were suspended under the support of an invisible force, and moved to both sides, revealing the existence hidden underneath. Sure enough, there was a dark square passage opening on the ground. Through it, you can see the surface covered with thick dust and soil, spreading underground at a relatively steep slope, extending to the end of the field of vision, to a place where external light cannot illuminate, and there is no sign of turning or interruption. In the past, when this relic was not yet a relic, the entrance to this passage might not have been so easy to find. But as the city became deserted and time passed, the bricks and stones covering the entrance gradually fell into disrepair and damage, sank slightly, and eventually became what it is today. "Boom bang bang..." The suspended brick fragments fell gently, making a dull collision sound. As the dust gradually settled, the team members also put forward their own suggestions: "It's too narrow. It will be very difficult for so many of us to get in. It's better to leave it for last." "What if there's something particularly dangerous? If we leave it alone... wouldn't it be even more troublesome if we run into a serious danger after we've exhausted ourselves investigating the entire city?"
"That's right, this place looks very problematic." "How about we split up into two groups. One team will go into the secret passage, and the other team will continue to sweep deeper into the ruins." "But there is only one Lady Otilia. Which side should she follow?" "..." The team members lowered their voices and talked among themselves, but they still couldn't make up their minds after several minutes. "Wait, this is..." It was not Hill's turn to speak in this discussion as she was not good at "building exploration". However, when she turned her attention to the secret passage while doing nothing, she suddenly found a familiar trace. It is a spiritual vibration, so weak that it is difficult to detect if you don’t pay close attention. Spiritual fluctuations alone are nothing. For relics of a civilization of this scale, the former inhabitants must have possessed a certain degree of extraordinary spiritual power, otherwise they would not have been able to build a city in this dangerous and desperate land. Since there is... or once was a supernatural power, it is normal to have spiritual fluctuations remaining in the ruins. It could be a preserved spiritual item, or a pre-set spiritual ritual that has not yet expired, or even the breath of a survivor. But the problem is... this spiritual fluctuation... its characteristics... Hill is familiar. There are only two types of spiritual power systems that she has eliminated: the "Soul-Silent Witchcraft" created by the "Last Kingdom" and the "magic" bestowed by the "True Creator" that she practiced and studied herself. The spiritual fluctuations faintly coming from the secret passage have little to do with the "Silent Soul Witchcraft"... Obviously, then, there is only one option left. In this secret passage... there are traces of "magic"! The extraordinary power system that came from the place where the "true creator" was located, which was not covered by the "rust plague" curse, appeared in this ruin! "Should I tell everyone? This should be very valuable information... But how can I explain how I found out? I 'should' be an ordinary person without any supernatural powers... Wouldn't that expose me..." Hill pursed his lips slightly, his heart in an intense struggle, trying to think of how to conceal part of his true situation while reminding Deacon Otilia and everyone else. "call--" Just then, a breeze blew out from the entrance of the secret passage. No one noticed the breeze because it was too weak and too normal - who would care about the wind blowing out from an ancient secret passage that had been sealed for decades? It brushed gently and quickly across the overgrown, dilapidated and messy ground, approaching the vanguard team and others not far away. Even when passing by Ottilia, this top-level "requiem master" with more than ten years of qualifications did not notice anything unusual. He was still staring quietly at the dark entrance, as if thinking. Everything is so normal, there is no weirdness at all. Ten meters, five meters, three meters... The distance between the breeze flowing in the air and the crowd was getting shorter and shorter, and it was about to pass through the crowd like an ordinary breeze. "!" At the moment before it was about to come into contact with the person at the outermost edge, Hill's eyes suddenly widened, and his orange pupils revealed shock and fear as if he had noticed something extremely terrifying.
She turned around quickly and shouted to the team member who was about to be touched by the breeze: "Get out of the way!" "……Um?" That team member was a "disciple" in charge of fighting. When he heard Hill's terrified scream, he was stunned at first, but without any hesitation, out of trust in his teammates, he exerted force on his feet and jumped to the side. "Oh!" Thanks to his sharpness and decisiveness as a warrior, and also thanks to pure luck, he dodged the "breeze" at the last moment and landed on the ground a few meters away, but he still had a confused look on his face, not knowing what had happened. The "breeze" did not touch anyone, nor did it stop, but continued to "blow" in its original direction and momentum. There was a civilian member standing next to the warrior "disciple". He was not a superhuman and did not have such agility and reaction ability, so he just stood there in a daze. So, the next second, "Breeze"... I just bumped into him. ======================= The second update is here, please give me a monthly ticket! If you don’t mind, you can also give me a free like before leaving~! Chapter 371 A Breeze Blows Today is the second update, the next chapter will be uploaded around 9 o'clock. Give me some monthly votes~! ======================== "Ugh!" At that moment, the face of this civilian member turned into an extremely ugly purple-blue color in a very short time, and the bruise-like blood instantly filled his skin. A short scream came from his throat, and then his whole body... fell down. The ground beneath his feet was still solid, without any big holes, but he still fell down, as if the ground had become a thin fluid like air or water, penetrating directly without any resistance - No, no no no, not "penetrate"! The moment Hill realized what this civilian member had experienced, he got goose bumps all over his body and a bone-chilling chill spread through his spine. As if being pulled by some brutal and strange force, his body was forcibly stuffed into the floor beneath his feet. His flesh, blood, and bones merged with the earth, staining a large block of deep red. It's hard to describe this situation in words. There was no damage to the bricks and soil of the square, but this poor guy was just "stuffed" in. All the body structures and tissues below the neck were mixed with the earth, leaving only a head that was as red as a balloon exposed. “…Bud!” "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" "Where?! I can't see it!"
There was no need for Hill to give any more warnings. The team members, who had all experienced life and death, reacted immediately when the sudden change occurred. They jumped away from their original positions and quickly distanced themselves from the others. "Pure White...what happened?!" People were terrified but still held their weapons tightly, keeping alert in their surroundings. Otilia, who was standing farther away, noticed something at the same time Hill shouted, and suddenly turned to face everyone: "protect yourself."