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Chapter 299 Brotherhood of Fallen Night (There will be another update later)
Sandra's throat was blocked by such words, and she was dazed for a long time before she shrugged her head and handed the round shield in her hand to Vinakana. Together with the portable oil lamp, they also added Hand over after lamp oil.

Vinakana took the round shield, put it on, and stepped forward.

The three of them went deep.

Sandra followed Vinakana closely, and the graceful blade of Empress Claudia swayed in the firelight.

Walking through a few corners, the vague sound of water came to their ears through the tomb.

Vinakana stroked the wall, which became more and more slippery as the journey progressed.

A bone-piercing chill spread over the ashes.

As the three of them advanced, the sound of the water became louder and the chill became heavier, and light gray dust floated in the air.

Vinakana was tense and her palms were sweating. She had a premonition of something from the divinity, so she couldn't help but slow down.

When they stepped into the deep darkness, through the faint light of the fire, they saw the rushing river rushing on both sides of the river.

In the lower reaches of the river, hundreds of corpses were displayed in a haphazard manner, whose faces could not be distinguished in the darkness.

One by one pillars stood by the river, and a small horizontal bar protruded from the pillars, which seemed to be for some kind of birds to stand on.

"During the dream ceremony, I saw many nightingales singing on it."

Jane pointed to those pillars and said in a hurried voice.

After Vinakana briefly glanced at the pillars, she looked up to the upper reaches of the dark river.

In the darkness, there is an unimaginable strangeness and indifference, and the lonely atmosphere makes people feel crazy.

The three couldn't help holding their breath, and under the leadership of Vinakana, they walked to the upper reaches of the dark river.

The darkness inside became deeper and deeper, and an inexplicable sense of despair weighed on everyone's heart.

No one made a sound, and the cold wind around him also calmed down, frozen by the light gray dust, completely motionless.

When they reached the gentle river.

The divinity shrank suddenly, and Vinakana suddenly looked up.

A dead body with drooping hands and a crooked head hangs upside down from the low ceiling. His face is pale and black.

Facing this horrifying sight, Vinakana took a breath, took the torch from Jane, and walked a few steps forward.

Afterwards, the three of them saw a scene that they could never forget in their lifetime.

One, two, three.
Thousands of corpses hang upside down on the quietly flowing underground river. They have different shapes, including old and young, male and female, nobles and slaves.

Their faces were all pale and black, and they showed faces of extreme fear before they died.

A horrifying picture was revealed in front of the three of them.

Sandra's hands trembled, and hundreds of thousands of corpses appeared in her eyes, even the female knight who had experienced many battles couldn't help feeling terrified.

After the initial shock, Jane clasped her hands together, held the icon around her neck tightly, recited scriptures, and prayed for the gods to take care of these suffering souls.

Vinakana kept her eyes fixed. She calmly inspected one corpse after another. They were hanging upside down, each with their own pathetic expressions. Some flesh and blood had been embalmed. The worms were eaten up, and there was a dull stench. Most of these were civilians or slaves.

"Human sacrifices, human sacrifices were performed in this tomb, in order to seek the protection of the gods."

Vinakana saw this in divinity.

Aristocrats were regarded as noble sacrifices. After they died, they would be embalmed and hung up, while civilians and slaves were just the opposite, just hung upside down on the ceiling to fill up the number.

"Which gods do you pray for blessing?"

asked Jane.

Vinakana lowered her head, and she saw a lot of inscriptions on the floor, which seemed to be left by the priests.

"The God of Desire, Sabella, also known as the God of Bel, and the God of Plague, Stullard, and his faithful dog."

"Plague God Stullard, that's an evil god" Sandra exclaimed upon hearing this.

"The ancient northern natives didn't care so much."

Vinakana said solemnly:
"The owner of this tomb is honorable. He offered precious sacrifices and prayed to the two gods to protect him."

The three looked at each other, exchanged glances, and after confirming each other, decided to move on.

Some corpses were hung very high, while others were hung very low, and there were not a few corpses that had already fallen to the ground. They walked in this horrifying scene, as if they were walking in a corner of hell.

When the three of them were about to approach the end of the dark river, the light of the portable oil lamp on Vinakana's waist dimmed.

"Is it out of lamp oil?"

Jane temporarily put the torch in Sandra's hand, and stepped forward to untie the oil lamp on the princess's waist. First, she extinguished the flame, then took out some lamp oil from her bosom, and poured it in.

When she turned on the flame again, she suddenly found that no matter how much oil was in the lamp, the flame was still so weak.

Vinakana looked at the two torches in Sandra's hands.

At some point, the light of the torch has dimmed a lot, but the process was slow, and none of the three of them noticed it.

The portable oil lamp was re-ignited several times, but the light was still so weak. There was no way for the group to continue moving forward.

Vinakana walked a few steps and stopped suddenly.

Under the shoes, there was a sticky and wet touch.

She lowered her head and saw a pool of thick and pitch-black liquid, which overflowed to her feet at some point.

It was the smell of blood.

Vinakana frowned, and took a few more steps.

There was a male corpse lying on the ground. His body was stiff but not stiff, his fingers twitched slightly, and his wide eyes were full of horror.

Beside the corpse, there was a black crossbow that was out of hand.

His dead face was frozen, and his body was in the process of becoming stiff.

"He won't be dead for too long." Vinakana said coldly.

There was someone else in the tomb, and Sandra and Jane showed strange expressions on their faces.

"He has a bow and crossbow with him, and he only has two weapons, a bow and a dagger, so he shouldn't be alone."

Vinakana kicked the pitch-black crossbow and continued:
"The quality of these crossbows is very good. They seem to be from the Brotherhood of Fallen Night."

(End of this chapter)