"Hoo Chi… Hoo Chi… drink!"
Some time later, at the same place, two players once again fell into the depths of the ventilation duct that Duan Qing climbed out of. With scars all over their bodies and wary eyes, they glanced back and forth in the most vigilant way.
The situation inside, and then he let go of his heavy breathing without noticing the figure: "Huh, huh... are you still alive?"
"Fortunately, both of us are thick-skinned, otherwise we would have been blown to death by the wind in the process. Why don't we make a few other people laugh out loud when we go back?"
"Why are they laughing? They don't have the lean body to drill into the pipe, and they have to send people in to take a look. That's why we two 'brave men' became the heroes this time - or cannon fodder."
"Fortunately, the interval between blasts this time is long enough, and we have prepared enough healing potions, otherwise - well."
As if aware of the possible effects of the conversation between the two people who were no one around at this time, the person who got in later covered his mouth, and the two players who quietly crouched down carefully followed the same dilapidated scene.
He lurked on the edge of the ruins, and after a long time he uttered the next voice: "...No trace of them was found, right?"
"Don't say it's a human figure, there doesn't seem to be any trace of anyone coming here - could we have guessed wrong again?"
"Let's try it again with detection magic first. If we can detect the induction, won't your eagle eyes come in handy?"
"The magic flow here won't affect your performance?"
"You look down on my name as 'Night Owl' too much."
The player gestured with his thumbs, and his whole body shone with a faint light. The magical energy that gradually condensed on the surface of his hands stretched forward suddenly stopped at the moment before it was about to take effect.
The spiral magic robe that enveloped him was clearly illuminated together with his rather solemn expression: "But just in case, you'd better help me guard it for a while."
"You don't need to tell me that I will do the same thing." He patted the hilt of his sword on his waist, and his teammates who responded also turned their packing movements to the darkness on the other side: "I also want to check the surrounding situation.
, let’s see if there are any other clues left here.”
"I can't tell you are actually a detective." The magician man who called himself "Night Owl" had already closed his eyes and teased in a low and rhythmic voice: "Why, can you still tell them?
Are there no footprints left behind?"
"How is that possible? Isn't there something wrong with me?" The swordsman player who spoke out later curled his lips and replied, "Ignore the convenience of high-level perception magic like you.
What kind of detective do you want me to be? I'm not interested...well."
"What's wrong?"
The sudden stop of the conversation attracted the attention of "Night Owl". With his eyes closed and his head turned, he asked again, but what he got was a hesitant response from his companion who had not spoken for a long time: "...No way."
"Did you really find something?"
The faint magic radiance gradually dissipated, and the magician who had attracted the attention of the swordsman player focused his attention on the same depths of darkness. An unknown magic rune engraved with complex patterns also had a beautifully outlined purple fluorescence.
It was clearly engraved on the ground in front of the two people who were looking at each other: "What is this?"
"Is it something left by those ancient remnants?"
"No, the seal looks very new. There is no sign of having withstood the corrosion of time for thousands of years, not to mention——"
"The magic skills used by this thing are not on the same technological tree as the ancient civilizations left on the sacred mountains."
After reaching this conclusion while holding his eyes, the somewhat uncomfortable Magician player took the lead in raising his gaze to the two people together: "They must have left it behind."
"Purple runes, and a type I have never seen before - probably the handiwork of the Lord of Violet." The swordsman player also nodded solemnly: "I didn't expect that person to actually learn this skill.
Come here...if he also possesses the magic skills and powerful power of Floating Island, wouldn't our situation be very bad?"
"If that guy really learned the ability of the Lord of Violet, then why are we still here to fight against them? Just go home and be a tortoise." After glaring at his companion, "Night Owl" shifted his gaze to the front of his eyes again.
: "That guy is definitely not that strong, otherwise he wouldn't have been hiding with us until now."
"Then the final question comes - what is this rune for? Why did he carve this thing here?"
The two players lying together stared closely at the runes in front of them, and then jumped far away at the next moment. They first looked nervously in the direction behind them a few more times, and then moved cautiously.
He walked closer and came back: "Confirm again: there is no ambush nearby, right?"
"I didn't find anything suspicious, unless there's something wrong with the rune itself - well, I'm talking nonsense."
"I plan to destroy this rune, no matter what it is used for. What do you think?"
"I agree, but——"
The two players approaching looked at each other in confusion again: "Who is coming?"
Taking a deep breath, the player who called himself Night Owl then tugged at the corner of his mouth helplessly, but a solid arm was placed across his chest just before he was about to take a step forward, accompanying him.
She also muffled his voice and warned him in a low voice: "In that case, I'll do it."
"...If something happens to you, I will not sympathize with you, nor will I report more to the captain."
"You don't need to remind me, I don't need these useless things." He slowly raised his weapon, and the swordsman player seemed to have light shining in his hands: "But I have a hunch——"
"With this sword strike, both of us may die."
The shining sword quickly passed in front of the trajectory that the swordsman player slashed hard, and the light traces left behind were like ribbons solidified by time, suspended at the location of the rune, driven by the light traces.
The spatial fluctuations were then like tearing the folds of silk cloth, twisting the complex magical patterns from the surface of the purple rune and the surrounding darkness into jagged cracks that were difficult to identify. I did not feel the effect of this sword.
Any accident or surprise, the swordsman player holding the hilt of the sword stared closely at the surface of the space cracks that were still spreading and extending in front of him, until the tearing wrinkles passed through the entire location of the runes, making it look like
When the same extremely hard ground turned into distorted light, he breathed a sigh of relief with a sense of relief: "Did it succeed?"
"This is a slash that is enough to cut through space. No matter how high the level of magic and energy rules are, it should not be able to resist it. It's just a pity that such a good sample is available. If I had studied it more carefully..."
"Come on, you think about studying this and that every day. It's been so long, but I haven't seen you come up with anything decent."
"Huh? What gave you the courage to challenge me? Don't think that I can't do anything to you just because you know how to use 'Space Slash'. The field of magic is very profound -"
Snapped.
The distorted purple magic runes made a crisp crackling sound in the dissipated light, and the two players who were taunting each other just now, with relaxed faces, all pressed their voices back to their respective positions, and the broken purple light spots followed.
Like dust floating in the air, it turned into a surrounding aperture and slowly rotated at the space point that the swordsman player had previously slashed: "What, what is going on?"
"Don't act rashly. It should be caused by the energy dissipated by the magic runes that destroyed the structure. It won't cause much harm..."
"Is it possible for the scattered magic energy to be arranged so neatly? Don't think that I don't know any magic knowledge!"
The purple light spots are like stars in the night sky, vibrating and condensing under the nervous whispers of the swordsman players. They seem to be given life and combine back and forth in the ring aperture to form a variety of dazzling unknown images.
, the agitation that was enough to cause space to tremble also began to spread in the dim light all around: "It, they are reconstructing! How is this possible?"
"Wait a minute, I seem to recognize these images. This, this should be -"
"This is the insurance I left behind."
The entire galaxy seemed to be condensed in the small aperture, and a lazy girl's voice from the floating galaxy also gently echoed in the ears of the two people as if from the universe: "Really, I told him before.
, be a little gentler with my runes—forget it.”
"Presumably that little guy also knows the secrets hidden in these runes, hehehehe."
The female voice surrounded by the galaxy let out a rhythmic laugh. The non-threatening laughter made the nerves of the two players present become more tense: "As long as the violet rune is formed, this area will be destroyed."
Space has become my domain.”
"You two have exerted your power well, and it has actually reached a level that is enough to violently destroy my magic runes." The fresh and delicate woman's voice, with an extremely mature tone, gradually floated above the two people's heads, sounding like an ethereal person.
Immortal: "It's a pity that I'm not in the mood to pay attention to you now. This 'sin' of disturbing my rest will be recorded on your heads first."
"Now, leave."
A dazzling light suddenly appeared in the center of the darkness where the voice gradually drifted away. The light blooming from the bright star rings floating in the air also made the two people involuntarily cover their eyes. They were exactly the same as the magic runes before.
The purple lines were then re-engraved on the dark ground beside them with lingering fears on their faces: "——What, what the hell? Is this talisman alive?"
"It should be certain that it is the Lord of Violet, and judging from the current situation, she is indeed not an enemy we can challenge at this stage... Well, are the accounts of what happened in the Imperial City of Tanzania true?
How could he defeat this great magician?"
"And now they are actually getting together - damn, I feel more and more unsure."
"I think what we should be more concerned about now is our own lives. After all, this rune doesn't seem like something we can dispose of... Do we still want to continue tracking it?"
Looking deeper into the internal area, the rapid exchanges between the two players fell into silence at a faster speed. The fuzzy communication from their arms suddenly sounded intermittently and was transmitted.
The message also showed a completely different kind of tense atmosphere: "... Shen - she is -"
"Night Owl! Tailed Fox! Received, please——"
"We are... at war with the enemy... repeat, we are at... war!"
"It's the maid! She rushed over!"
The last clear message successfully raised the eyebrows of the two people present, and the name that quickly emerged from the sea of consciousness made them make an instant decision: "Go back, they can't beat that person."
"The gathering area is indeed the most suitable fighting method for that person, but she actually appears here, which is a bit beyond our expectations."
"Do you even need to ask? Of course we are chasing them - those two people inside, do we still want to chase them?"
"Do not care."
The Night Owl, who had already jumped to the vent above the ruins and was about to get into it, replied in a low voice: "There are still thirty-nine minutes until the next pressure relief."
"They will naturally be cleared by then."
The rustling sound of friction gradually disappeared inside and outside this space as time passed, and the silent atmosphere reoccupied every corner of the dim space. The other two players located deep in this dim space were now
He also put away the steps he had just taken in the opposite direction, and turned back to look around at each other if he was aware of it: "...Did you hear anything?"
"I seem...heard? Someone is following us?"
"If there are pursuers following us, I hope they can come up and show us the way."
Walking forward along the huge metal platform at his feet, Duan Qing, who held up his magic light to illuminate the surrounding scene, smiled in a low voice: "They can be regarded as local aborigines to a certain extent. They should at least tell us how much further we have to go.
It’s a long way to the end.”
"Even if they really catch up, I don't think they will tell you the answer to this question." Taking the lead in crossing the end of the field of vision that could be illuminated by light, Xueling Huanbing suddenly made a stop gesture behind him: "This
It’s not because of our hostile relationship with them.”
"I guess they've never been to a place like this."
Pointing to the huge, bottomless hole that suddenly appeared in front of her, the white-haired swordswoman with her face covered in dust replied helplessly.
This chapter has been completed!