Age of Mysticism

  Chapter 171 The Living Dead

  The underground labyrinth of the Historical Archives has a total of five floors, and the overall shape is an oval building. There is a circular corridor on each floor, with student dormitories on both sides of the corridor. Due to battles and earthquakes, some places were cut off by protruding rocks, making the deformation of the entire maze very complicated.

  The cry from the ground floor spread in the corridor, and the airtight environment allowed the sound to travel along the inner space to the third floor of the maze almost without damage.

  The door of a room opens, and the dim light projected from the room reveals a figure. At this time, the rooms on both sides were also opened at the same time, and someone came out from inside and surrounded them in the middle.

   "Master Portlem, did you hear the voice just now?"

   "I'm not deaf!" Potlem's eyes glowed blood red, and he looked towards the dark corridor on the left. The voice came from that direction. There's a staircase over there... What's downstairs?

   "My lord! Is it an undead? Or a human?"

   "It's all possible... If it's a human, I have to admire the Oulu Academy's response is really fast, and they found this place within one night. Felton, go and confirm."

  The named abyss mage saluted Potlem: "Yes, my lord, the abyss is with me!"

  The abyss mage walked towards the direction of the sound, and soon disappeared into the dark corridor.

  Potlem said to the other abyss mages: "Go and count the undead we have captured. If it is a mage from the Oulu Academy, first let these undead clean up the miscellaneous soldiers for us."

   "Yes, my lord, the abyss is with me!"

   After dispatching all his subordinates, Potlem retreated to his room. After closing the door, a lot of dust fell off the decayed wooden door. Potlem released a layer of light seal, and magically solidified the wooden door that was about to collapse at any time.

   The room was very empty, and everything that was originally here was moved out. On the wall, green will-o'-the-wisps flowed along the gaps in the stone bricks. They looked extremely anxious, and there were will-o'-the-wisps shooting out from time to time, but as soon as they left the wall, they were immediately swallowed and wiped out by some kind of force.

  The will-o'-the-wisp shoots at a cage in the center of the room, and a naked woman is locked in the cage. She curled up and squatted in the middle of the cage, her long black hair scattered on her white skin.

"Jenfernie..." Potlem walked to the cage and said to the woman in the cage: "You still don't recognize me? I'm Professor Potlem from the Department of Occult Arts. You often ask me about secrets. You are one of the few gifted and hard-working students I have ever met."

   "Professor Portlem?" The woman raised her head slightly, her gray eyes looking at the people outside the cage through her messy hair. The tone of her voice was very stiff: "You are not Professor Portlem, you are the apostle of the abyss, you are our enemy..."

  Potelem explained patiently: "I've told you many times that my appearance has changed due to the power of the abyss, but I am indeed Potelem.

  Jenferney, why are you here? Why was he sealed in this dark underground with the undead? Did Oulu Academy abandon you? I am here to rescue you, follow me to join the Abyss Temple and embrace the abyss, your ability is enough to fill the vacancy of the seventh apostle. "

   Facing Portlem's persuasion to capitulate, Jenferne lowered her head again.

   "I am a dead person, so I should be with the undead. You go, I don't need your rescue, my companion and I live very happily here."

   "Your companions? Is it them?" Potlem looked at the surrounding walls, those will-o'-the-wisps were still roaming around, constantly trying to free Jenny in the cage. As soon as Potlem waved his hand, a large black flame rushed towards the green will-o'-the-wisps, swallowing them up in an instant. Potlem said with a smile: "They will all become my experimental materials, and you... are not dead, at least not really dead."

   "Why do you say that? I am an undead, and the undead accepts me."

  At this time, some green will-o'-the-wisps appeared sporadically on the wall.

"They still don't give up! That's right... They were your classmates before they were alive, and many of them are still chasing you crazily. Even after they die, they still want to protect you with their undead residual consciousness." Potlem Said with emotion: "Jenferni, as a genius who can join the Oulu Battle Mage with strength before graduation, you should know that the undead will never have the memory of life. I don't know what kind of creature you are now, but Definitely not undead.

  Jenferney, Victor and I admire you very much. "

Jennifer said calmly: "Maybe you are right. I am not an undead, but I am definitely not a living thing. I clearly remember that my heart was taken out by Professor Victor... When I wake up, I will be here underground Surrounded by a group of undead.

  I’m stuck in this space with them and can’t leave, and don’t want to. I am a living dead, the living beings will not accept me, and I will not join the Abyss Temple.

  Let's go, don't disturb the quiet here. "

   "It seems that I can't convince you. Then... let's hand you over to Victor..."

  At this moment, there was a loud noise, and the entire underground labyrinth shook. Dust shook off, and even stones fell from above. Some will-o'-the-wisps tried to take the opportunity to rescue Jenny, but were devoured as soon as they left the wall.

   "My companions told me that someone has come in. They are looking for you..."

Potlem patted the dust on his clothes, and said confidently to Jennifer: "Yes, someone came in, and they killed Felton. I saw them, and the fairy clear sky was in the middle, and she gave me brought the Book of Calamity."

  Hearing the Book of Calamity, Jenferne looked up at Portlem again. She reached out to grab the bars of the cage, but the repulsion bounced her hand back.

  She stared at Portlem with gray eyes, full of killing intent.

  …

   Qingkong led her team to search all the way from the bottom of the maze, carefully checking every passing room. From the first floor to the second floor, there is no gain, and even the undead have not encountered a single one.

   This is unnatural!

  In the game, although not every room is occupied by undead, these things appear frequently.

  Why did they actually come in this time, but none of them disappeared.

   It's not like I didn't meet all of them, but there was one who followed me all the time.

  The kestrel can always sense its existence, it will leave when the search team goes, and hide when the search team stops. Neither attack nor leave, don't know what this thing wants to do.

   Qingkong suddenly turned around and pursued several times, but it escaped by cleverly using the terrain.

  Cunning and slippery guy.

   Simply ignore it and follow if you want, anyway, it can't get close to the kestrel's perception.

  After searching most of the area on the second floor, the sandpaper leading the way heard: "There are people nearby... people! Not other things!"

  The boiling searchlight was projected over, and a figure was seen flashing into the corner not far ahead.

  Finding the person, the sandpaper immediately rushed forward to chase, and Boiling also sprinted. Clear Sky led Bruce Ban and Kestrel in hot pursuit, and they all came to a sudden stop when they crossed the corner.

   Gone are the sandpaper and boil!

  In front of it is a dark corridor, and there is no light projected by boiling. Bruce Ban shot a lighting spell forward, and there was nothing in an empty corridor.

   "Yes, space transfer."

  Clear Sky opened the Eye of Frost, and made a judgment after confirming that it was not an illusion. There should be a secret technique arranged in advance. The opponent lured the sandpaper to chase after him, and then used the words of the secret technique to transfer the sandpaper and boiling to other places through space.

  At this time, Kestrel looked up: "Miss Weatherlight, the sandpaper is on it, I can sense her...on the fourth floor!"

  Clear Sky quickly recalled the "Underground Labyrinth of the Historical Archives" map, and found the nearest passable stairs: "Follow me, don't get lost."

   Qingkong led a team to support Sandpaper, but Sandpaper didn't know that he had been hit by the space transfer technique, so he continued to chase the "fleeing" figure in front of him.

  The sandpaper flying in the air was very fast, and it quickly approached the person in front of it in the long straight corridor. See it clearly... wearing the robe of the abyss mage, it is the person you are looking for.

   Confirming that it was the enemy, the sandpaper threw out the large wrench in his hand and smashed it at the back of the person in front. And at this moment, in a room beside Sandpaper, a black figure sprang out from it and rushed forward.

  The sandpaper dodged a little, and the stretched out mental force controlled the wrench to rotate in an arc in the air. Boiling caught up from behind, slashing the black shadow into two with the blade in his hand.

  The abyss mage fleeing in front of him stopped suddenly, his hands were stretched out at a very strange angle, and a magic shield was unfolded in his hands, just blocking the large wrench that was smashing. Then he turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees, and showed a ferocious smile towards the sandpaper: "Little girl, you don't know that you are alone, do you?"

  The sandpaper moved the perception back... Sure enough, the kestrel was not behind him, but obliquely below at a certain distance.

  However, Sandpaper didn’t show a scared expression because he was alone. Instead, he smiled and said to the abyss mage, “Aren’t you also alone?”

  The large wrench spins in the air and flies back into the sandpaper. She opened the tool bag, and there were wrenches, screws, pliers, hammers... all flew out, and there were more than 20 pieces of various models. The tools float around the sandpaper, pointing together at the Abyss Mage ahead.

  The black shadow that had just been cut into two by boiling returned to the feet of the abyss mage close to the ground, and then condensed into a black human figure behind the abyss mage, like a materialized shadow.

  At the same time, there were hisses in the rooms on both sides of the corridor, and some withered hands stretched out from the door. They clawed at the door frame, as if they wanted to come out but were pulled by some force.

  The abyss mage held a few mysterious props between his fingers, and used his fingerprints to form secret words.

  Secret language: Life sacrifices to raise spirits.

   Several mysterious props disappeared in the flash. The ban was opened, and all the undead sealed in the room rushed out. They ignored the Abyss Mage, all rushing towards the sandpaper and boiling.

  Sandpaper stared at the abyss mage, and said to the boiling behind him: "Leave that abyss mage to me, and leave the rest to you. Well done, my sister specially mixed a bottle of engine oil for you to drink."

  Boiling responded by banging his two swords, and then killed the charging undead. As the epee passed, the undead turned into broken limbs one after another; the muzzle on the shoulder shot out flames in a short and precise manner, attacking and burning the undead that the sword could not reach.

   As the main force of the Crazy Boiling bounty hunter group, Boiling the mechanical creature was rated as a five-star character. Although most of his strength lies in the powerful cannon, he is also extremely fierce in close combat. Even though the environment here limits Boiling's performance, Boiling is still able to deal with these undead who are not too strong.

   It's just that the undead here are a little different from normal undead. They cannot be completely killed. Even if they are cut off or burnt, they can still be reorganized in a short time. The fearless undead are constantly rushing upwards, and the boiling will kill and kill...

  Sandpaper faced the abyss mage under the cover of boiling. She floated forward and approached, and the tools spun around her at high speed, sweeping away the approaching undead.

   At this point, the abyss mage finally realized that he had miscalculated the little girl's strength. But he still confidently stayed in the battle. His hands shot fireballs at the sandpaper, and the black shadow behind him flashed out, sticking to the wall and approaching the sandpaper rapidly.

   During the battle, the searchlight on Boiling's shoulders swayed, and the black shadow sneaked confidently in the mixed light. He reached the side of the sandpaper, and burst out from behind the girl as she flew forward. A black long sword condensed from shadows took shape in the hands of the shadows, and the point of the sword pointed at the sandpaper and stabbed eagerly.

  At this time, Sandpaper seemed unaware of the approaching threat. Several energy clusters flew out from her hair, intercepted the incoming fireball in the air, and continued to fly forward.

   And just when the black long sword was about to hit the sandpaper, the sandpaper suddenly moved sideways to avoid the fatal blow.

   "Hehehe... want to sneak attack me!" Sandpaper smiled and faced the shadow: "You really think I don't know that the one in front is just a corpse, and you are the real abyss mage."

  The black shadow piercing the air with a sword did not expect that his little trick would have been seen through long ago. He wanted to escape into the shadows, but was blinded by the boiling searchlight. Under the light, he couldn't use the shadow to transform his body. The materialized him was pierced by the flying screws, and was severely smashed by the wrench and the hammer.

   When he was dizzy from being beaten, Soi Ying felt an iron box being stuffed in his arms.

What is this?

   Before Sombra had a second thought, the iron box exploded in his hand.

  The fire raged with shock waves, and the huge explosion caused the entire underground space to vibrate violently. At the center of the explosion, a large stone fell, and all the nearby undead were torn apart.

  The abyss mage was bombed and disappeared.

   "Boiling, is the bomb I made too powerful?" The voice of sandpaper came out.

  The searchlight turned on boiled back to illuminate the space, and he stood up, making way for the sandpaper protecting him.

   He stretched out his hand again to catch a stone brick that fell and almost hit the sandpaper.

  (end of this chapter)