The entrance to the fourth floor was a narrow straight staircase. It was pitch black all around and there wasn't a single light. Even with my druid's night vision, I had to light a torch, and the dim light of the fire was instantly gone. The nearby scenery becomes blurry.

This is an artificially carved staircase. The soles of your feet are stepping on hard underground rock formations. The texture of the stone layers still remains on the walls. The entire corridor is integrated without any stone paving or stone wall decoration. It looks simple and solemn.

In this quiet staircase, apart from the slight sticky sound made by Xiaoxue and I when our footsteps separated from the wet floor, there was only the "tick-tick-tick" sound of water dripping from nowhere, and the sound was quiet. The air seemed particularly harsh.

wrong.

Only then did I realize that Sister Sharna, who was less than two meters in front of me, made no sound at all. Even if I specially heightened my six senses and listened carefully, I could not detect the sound of footsteps and footsteps so close in front of me. The sound of breathing, if it weren't for the dim shadow in the firelight, I would even think that Sharna standing in front of me is just a ghost...

The further we go down, the wider the stairs become. Originally, the entrance could only accommodate two people passing side by side. Now, even two large trucks can pass side by side without any obstruction. The entire stairway spreads out towards us like a figure of eight.

The passage on the fourth floor is longer than the other three floors. After walking down for about ten minutes, I estimate that it is at least a hundred meters underground. If the entire tomb collapses now, even God will not be able to save it. We, and I, who suddenly realized this, walked a long distance with great fear. Every step of the stairs was more careful than usual, as if the entire ceiling would collapse if we applied even a little force.

Fortunately, there seems to be no such civilization product as shoddy engineering in the Dark World. Later, I thought that this tomb has been torn by crackling battles between adventurers and monsters for thousands of years but is still strong. I gradually became bolder, and now The exit of the time stairway has also appeared in front of me.

Standing in front of us is a simple arched iron door. We can see through the dim light of the fire. The two rusty doors are engraved with many traces of angels, but they have been aged for a long time. The portraits, noses or faces are all blurry as if they have scars. But this does not affect our sense of the desolate and distant atmosphere.

Sister Sharna stopped in front of me, her sea-blue eyes reflecting the red firelight, as if they were really burning, so sharp that it was impossible to look directly at her.

She walked quietly to the door with silent steps, closed her eyes and listened carefully for a moment, then turned back and nodded at me.

"Acridine - ah -"

The rusty door made a hard shaking sound, and slowly unfolded under the full push of her hands. The dim firelight shot out from the cracks in the gradually cracked door, followed by a trembling chill, which was already there. Humidity and coldness spread in the passage.

After opening the space that could accommodate Xiaoxue's body, she stopped and looked back at me again. She took the lead in getting in through the gap that looked like a devil's mouth, followed closely by me and my pet. They also followed and walked in.

A feeling of cold geological pressure suddenly traveled through the 360 ​​pores in the body, and goose bumps popped up all over the body. This was not the effect of temperature. With the physique of an adventurer, even if he ran naked in the weather with dozens of degrees below zero,

It doesn't matter, of course, no one will try...

The air seemed to be suppressed by something, and the cold breath that hit the face made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts. Even the little ghost hiding in the necklace kept moaning, "It's so scary. It's so cold..."

"Screams like this, I seem to be able to picture this timid and pitiful little ghost in my mind, huddled up in a ball, holding its head in both hands, grunting and shaking its little head while complaining in extreme distress.

…

Enduring the chill, what appeared in front of me was a rectangular hall, which was dimly illuminated by magic lamps. There were rows of torches stuck on the walls of the hall. It is said that these torches have been imbued with eternal magic. From the tomb,

It has not been extinguished since it was built. As long as you take out even one of the torches here and sell it, you can immediately become a millionaire. Of course, you must have the courage to face the possible bs and punishments of the entire Dark Continent...

These torches emit a faint and cool light, illuminating the entire hall brightly. There are no monsters around the hall, only a row of four stone tombs lying quietly. If you think there will be burial objects in the stone tombs, you will be filled with joy.

Open it, and the first thing that welcomes you is probably a pair of big withered yellow hands - these stone tombs have long been occupied by monsters, especially the ghouls, who have almost regarded the stone tombs as their own dwellings. Anyone who lifts the lid of the coffin will

Adventurers will encounter their crazy counterattacks.

Sister Sharna has already taken out her own weapon, which is a javelin shining with golden light. It seems that she has made great gains in the past few months. Having said that, I still don’t have a golden javelin.

Weapons.

At this time, Sharna's whole body was exuding an icy aura, which was not much weaker than the one emanating from the depths of the hall. Her delicate and beautiful facial features were tense, and her sea-blue eyes were condensed together like a wild beast.

As if there was a layer of ice, she revealed a strong bloodthirsty murderous intention, and her raised brows were raised high, making the smile at the corner of her mouth look even more chilling and terrifying.

She flexibly turned the javelin in her hand, then inserted the tip of the spear precisely into the gap between the coffin lid, and with a slight lift, the entire coffin lid flipped up.

"Click——"

The moment the coffin lid was raised, a pair of withered yellow claws suddenly stretched out from the inside and covered her left shoulder. However, what greeted the claws was a cold spearhead. The owner of the claws - a hairy

Huang's ghoul couldn't catch it, and could only watch helplessly as his chest hit the tip of the gun.

With a dull sound of "Whoosh -", the ghoul's speed allowed the tip of the gun to successfully pierce its chest. Then the gun handle was slightly raised, and the entire ghoul was thrown high into the air. The next moment

, Senhan's gun tip has turned into an endless rainstorm and stabbed towards the target. The ghoul's body seemed to be swept away by a machine gun. It was twisting all kinds of weird movements in mid-air, waiting for it to land with a "bang"

By then, it had become a tattered corpse riddled with holes.

As if she had just completed an extremely easy task, she walked directly to the next sarcophagus without even looking at it...

"..."

Although I have witnessed her fight with the old witch Kashana many times, the scene just now still made me sigh. In terms of skills and proficiency with her own exclusive weapons, Sister Sharna is almost close to Harrogath.

An adventurer. For her, the current first world lacks only levels and unlearned skills.

Many adventurers will use the genius among geniuses to interpret everything about Sister Sharna, but I understand that behind what they can't see, how much blood and effort my sister has put in.

While ordinary adventurers were still playing in the mud with runny noses at the entrance of the village, Sister Sharna didn't even have a chance to pick up the leftovers. After being kicked out of the tribe, she began to fight in the forest full of beasts and traps. In order to be able to

Struggling to eat a mouthful of bloody raw meat or a rotten and shriveled fruit; when other adventurers had just learned how to hold the wooden sword in their hands, Sister Sharna had begun to master the skills of snatching food from the mouths of beasts; when other adventurers

The adventurer cut the hen's throat for the first time with trembling hands. When he shivered in fear from the spray of blood and the struggling corpse, hundreds of monsters died in the hands of Sister Sharna...

Full of talent, perseverance and decisiveness. She has a cold personality, speaks her mind, is bloodthirsty and easy to kill, and has an untamable nature... No matter how many words are used, her contradictory character cannot be fully described. This is Sharna, a girl who emerged from the world of beasts.

For the rescued beast, even more than ten years of living in Rogge Camp could not erase the wildness that had been integrated into her soul.

After recovering from the memory of her conversation with Kasha, Sharna had silently annihilated all the ghouls in the four sarcophagi. At this time, she was bending over to collect several silver coins and a small bottle that exploded on the ground.

Put the light life potion in your arms.

"Just keep going."

She suddenly turned around, her eyes as cold as venomous snakes made me freeze, and I unconsciously took a step back - the woman in front of me who exuded a strange aura was still the same woman who spoke to me in a sometimes harsh and sometimes gentle tone.

Sister Disharna?

"you--"

When she saw my appearance, she was slightly startled and blinked her eyes. Her suffocating eyes seemed like ice and snow melting, and finally relaxed, followed by a feeling of deep loneliness.

Yes, this is my true face. Even you can't accept me like this?

Her heart felt like it was being twisted. Even so, Sharna gritted her teeth silently and looked at the other person without saying a word.

"Sister, let's go, Andalil is right in front of us."

In those dazed and unbelieving eyes, I dragged her left hand hard. Perhaps, without Kasha's words, I would be afraid and hesitant, but now, my only thought is to protect her.

After being dragged for several meters, Sharna finally reacted. The gloom in her eyes was swept away. The joy blooming all over her body was like the cold goddess of war suddenly showing her shy look, which made people unable to move their eyes.

It's a pity that I, who is walking in front, am not blessed to enjoy this short-lived and peerless beauty...

Opposite the hall is a straight passage with nothing but a huge wooden door at the end. The endless chill is constantly emanating from there.

One of the four great demon kings, Andariel, the great demon king who claims to control torture and pain, is now only separated from us by a wooden door. Whenever I think of this, my heart beats "bang bang" and my whole body is full of hot-blooded endurance.

I couldn't help but get excited, but I suppressed my restless heart because the protagonist today was not me.

"It will take more than a month for Andariel to be resurrected. Are you really..."

In front of the wooden door, Sister Sharna turned around again and looked at me with complicated eyes. This was her third confirmation.

"What's wrong with you, Sister Sharna..."

I grabbed her shoulders, and the confusion in my heart finally burst out.

"Didn't you vow to defeat Andariel before? I don't know what your purpose was, but you already have this strength, why are you still hesitating? Is the oath really not important to you? What you want to achieve

Can we really give up our purpose like this?"

Something is wrong. From the moment I first met Sister Sharna, I felt something was wrong. This was not the cold and determined girl she usually was. The fragility shown on her face now made her look like a porcelain bottle.

It seems like it can break into pieces with just a slight push.

I don't know what she is wavering about, and I don't know what exactly makes her waver, but I do know that fighting Andariel in this situation is simply looking for death.

"..."

"No, no, how could you just give up like that? I want them to regret it. I want to tell them that I, Sharna..."

Sharna, who was stunned by my words, lowered her head and murmured unconsciously. A frightening momentum was violently tumbling in her silent heart, and it was possible to explode at any time.

I suddenly reached out my hand, pulled hard on that cold and angry face, and squeezed it gently...

It feels really good. Compared with Alice, it has its own merits. But in terms of satisfaction, this one is better. After all, Alice can pull whenever she wants. There is no challenge at all...

Sister Sharna, who was caught off guard, suddenly raised her head and looked at me with wide eyes. This was probably the first time in her life that she had been bullied like this, and the target was her younger brother who she couldn't beat. So she stood there in a daze, mouthing half a mouth.

Zhang, couldn’t say a word.

"Where did the majestic and unconventional witch Sharna go? That is my Wu Fan's sister! I won't admit it when you are like this."

Before she could come to her senses, I patted her shoulder seriously.

Sweat~~If I wait for her to change her mind, I will be doomed...

"That's right. I didn't expect that I would be blinded by my past weakness. The way I looked just now was so embarrassing."

Her attention seemed to have been successfully diverted. Sharna slowly raised her head. The smile suddenly disappeared from her originally confused and painful face, and her eyes suddenly burst out with confidence and arrogance. It was so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe. At this moment,

Standing in front of me is the queen of Rogge's camp, the arrogant witch Sharna.

After giving me a serious look, she turned around and walked towards the door. In that indomitable momentum, I finally vaguely realized that the biggest gap between me and her was not skills or experience, but that passion.

The will, confidence and pride that permeate into the bones.

What I lack is this kind of fighting spirit that comes from the depths of my soul.

"Ey-"

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and an evil and cold gaze like a knife penetrated directly from the opposite side of the gap. In my mind, a scene like Shura hell was created - this is the demon king level.

Powerful?

"What happened just now, I will settle it with you when I get back."

The pretense of being cold and sweet was like a warm sunshine that woke me up from the evil shock.
Chapter completed!