When the first deformed monster rushed up with a roar, Agatha just turned slightly sideways, and tapped the monster's limbs with her cane at the moment she crossed paths with the enemy, causing it to burn instantly in "Cremation".
Then she raised her cane and pointed forward before the pale flames fell to the ground, drawing a dazzling white line from the flames, causing it to fall into the intersection ahead, burning those ugly monsters like fire spreading.
She is trying to avoid extensive physical activity to reduce the effects of fatigue and pain, and at the same time, she is trying to avoid contact with those monsters to reduce mental wear and tear - because she still doesn't know how many monsters are waiting for her to kill.
She must save her energy.
She does not resist death. She knows that her body can still fight after death until it turns into ashes. The ashes will also float in this cursed place and continue to purify those disgusting monsters - she has never been afraid of all this.
, but before embracing death, she still wants to investigate the truth here and stop the actions of those heretics as much as possible.
Along the way, she was attacked more and more frequently, and the deformed monsters became more and more anxious. This had vaguely proved one thing - she was looking in the right direction, and those heretics were in front of her.
Lair.
More black mud seeped out from the nearby walls and vaults. Every hole and every crack in the bricks here is a breeding ground for the birth of those deformed things. Due to the terrain, the way these "fake" appear
It started to become more weird and difficult to deal with.
A slight hissing sound came from the side and behind, and a warning sign arose in Agatha's heart. She felt that her body was sluggish due to fatigue, and she could only twist her body at the critical moment, turning around to block with the cane in her hand - accompanied by a shoulder.
A sharp stabbing pain came from the cane, and she saw a dazzling spark burst out from the middle of the cane, and a figure wearing black clothes and holding a guardian cane in his hand was shot away.
The figure fell to the ground, then crawled up like some disgusting mollusc. It raised its head, and under the black top hat was a face that seemed to slowly flow and deformed like melting. In that terrifying face
, some familiar outlines can be vaguely discerned.
The next second, the flowing face condensed and turned into a young man with sharp facial lines. He looked up at Agatha with a confused look on his face: "Captain? Why are you here?"
Agatha's fingers holding the cane turned slightly white, and her eyes froze for a second.
Almost at the same time, she heard a voice - the voice came from nowhere, as if the whole sewer was resonating, the voice whispered to her: "Ah, you recognized him - when you are not the gatekeeper
When you were a human, your loyal deputy captain covered your retreat from the darkness... You left him there... How about taking him back?"
Agatha did not respond, but silently stepped forward. After three steps, it turned into a gray wind. Then the wind stopped suddenly in front of the young "Guardian" and condensed. When her figure appeared again, she held the
The tin cane had penetrated deeply into the chest of the black-clothed defender.
The young guard in black looked at this scene in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe that he would die in the hands of his deeply trusted "captain", but suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and murmured softly in his throat: "It turns out it's over.
Is it..."
"Sorry, it will be over soon." Agatha said softly.
The young guard in black slowly lowered his head and smiled: "Captain, you have finally mastered the power of the Ember Wind..."
"Yes, I have practiced for a long time." Agatha said softly, pale flames rose in front of her eyes, and the body of the "guard in black" melted and disintegrated in the "cremation", turning into black dust on the ground.
"Decisive and cold, it is in line with your status as a saint of the God of Death."
That disgusting voice echoed again, and Agatha turned around, only to see more deformed monsters taking shape, with "counterfeits" coming towards her from all directions - the owner of that voice obviously didn't say anything.
The spirit of chivalry, even when "attacking the heart", he is constantly directing these minions to attack him.
The sound of fire crackling, the cane's return and the sound of breaking through the air echoed in the underground corridor. While resisting the attack of the deformed thing, Agatha said in a deep voice: "These little handfuls
Drama can only irritate me, but it can't slow me down - on the contrary, anger can only make me find your hiding place faster, what good does this do to you?"
"...It is true. You are angry and you look more fierce than before, but it doesn't matter - appropriate mood swings are also necessary, Miss Gatekeeper."
The sounds echoing in the corridor seemed to fade away, but Agatha's heart moved - appropriate emotional fluctuations are also necessary? What does this sentence mean?
However, no one here can answer her questions. The owner of that voice has only one purpose, which is to use cannon fodder to continuously weaken her physical strength and delay her steps. Now that he has left, the only ones left here are those who just came from around him.
Another batch of monsters "seeped" out of the wall.
Agatha's eyes narrowed and she faced her enemy again.
"Our soldiers are fighting the enemy!
A ray of green fire suddenly cut through the darkness in the second waterway. The figure of Pigeon Ai rushed out of the flames and "smashed" directly on Duncan's shoulder. He flapped his wings vigorously and let out a sharp and noisy cry.
The sudden appearance of the stupid bird and its sharp cry startled Duncan, and even almost scared Alice's head off.
Duncan, who had been searching the dry and empty underground corridor for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at the burning pigeon spirit on his shoulder: "What is your name?"
Ai tilted his head, looked straight at Duncan with his small eyes, and nodded with a serious expression: "Our Tanji was attacked! Our Tanji was attacked! The war situation is too unfavorable for us... we
The warriors are fighting the enemy!"
Alice held her head and leaned over: "Captain, is Ai hungry?"
Ai turned his head and glared at the puppet, stretched out his neck and pecked the puppet twice on the head, made a "dong dong" sound, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "Is that true? That's true? That's true..."
Alice exclaimed when she was pecked, and ran away holding her head.
Duncan didn't pay attention to the movement around him. After hearing Ai Yi yelling for the second time, his face became serious, and then he looked thoughtfully in a certain direction.
"You two, be quiet." After a few seconds, he suddenly broke the silence and looked at the intersection on the other side of the corridor with a particularly solemn look, "Ai may have noticed something."
Alice calmed down instantly and looked in the direction of Duncan's eyes.
"It's the mark I left...it's the 'gatekeeper,'" Duncan's voice sounded, and he had already taken steps forward, "She is nearby."
Alice looked in that direction, and then suddenly her eyes widened.
"Ah, cable!"
Miss Doll let out a short exclamation, and then ran over quickly - she was even faster than Duncan, just like an impatient child trying to catch a balloon that was about to fly away, she arrived in a trot.
Near the intersection, he jumped up and grabbed some invisible things in the air.
Duncan only saw Alice running over, jumping in front to catch things in the air, and then, he seemed to vaguely see something really appear in Alice's hand.
Some white, almost transparent lines that slightly reflect ambient light in the air.
He walked over quickly, and Alice turned her head, with a cheerful and bright smile on her face.
"I caught..."
Miss Doll's happy smile only lasted for a moment. The next second, the faint thread in her hand suddenly began to break and break, and quickly dissipated in the air like accelerating weathering.
"Ah!" Alice exclaimed, "the thread is broken!"
But before she finished her exclamation, a tall and burly figure had already walked quickly from the side. Duncan stretched out his hand towards the broken and weathered "thread" and a piece of thread that was about to completely dissipate fell into his hand.
In an instant, the line was dyed with a layer of green firelight.
Duncan slowly turned his head and looked into Alice's eyes, which reflected a cluster of jumping green.
"I caught it
." Duncan said softly.
One deformed monster turned to ashes in the pale flames, another deformed monster had his head crushed by the cane, and collapsed like soft mud. Agatha turned her body, and the fighting cane in her hand cut through the air, smashing it hard.
To the last enemy still standing at the intersection.
Then, her movements suddenly stopped.
Completely out of instinct, without any time to think, the huge fear and shock had directly shocked her entire mind. She even felt that her muscles and bones made a harsh and terrifying creaking sound at that moment.
A powerful force derived from spiritual intuition—perhaps even a direct warning from Bartok, the god of death—suddenly stopped her movements.
She saw her cane stop, less than a few millimeters next to the last "fake" head that had just risen from the mud.
She widened her eyes and watched as the humanoid figure whose body was made of flowing mud slowly raised its head. A pair of eyes gradually formed on its head. Green flames burned on the surface of the body, and a deep voice spoke.