With a flash of red fighting spirit, the last demon was finally knocked to the ground and lost the ability to move. These dark golden demons were even stronger, but their shortcomings were also quite obvious.
The first is lack of intelligence, and the combat was obviously a bit dull. Except for the initial encirclement, there was no good cooperation between them in the battle. When encountering Richard, a team of veterans, they failed to use their numerical advantage and were defeated one by one.
Instead, their movements are relatively slow and their attack capabilities are weak. Although these dark golden golems have extremely strong defense, their lethality is obviously insufficient, and they cannot keep up with the speed of Richard, a strong man. They were beaten one by one.
died.
Of course, this shortcoming is only considerable. To deal with eight demon statues like this, it would not be so easy for Richard to enter alone, and the possibility of overturning is also extremely high. For any strong man in the sky level, facing it alone
These eight demon statues are extremely likely to cause hatred.
Otherwise, the Holy Magister would not have placed them here to prevent the modified creatures from escaping.
But the situation was different now that Richard had directly brought an elite team in, especially since there was also Natalies in the team, whose force value had reached the ceiling of the Sky Level. Although it took some effort to clean up these golems, they still couldn't continue.
There were no near misses, there wasn't even anyone in the team who was seriously injured.
Only Fred and the other two outstanding swordsmen had one or two bruises on their bodies when they were restrained in the fight. To the outstanding swordsmen, these injuries were almost nothing.
"Let's rest for a few minutes to recover."
Although there were no casualties, the fighting spirit was really consumed. Richard did not dare to rush now. The most important thing was to let everyone recover first and maintain combat effectiveness.
Richard and Natalie didn't consume much. While the superb swordsman and the archangel were seizing the time to recover, Richard took a closer look at the dismantled golems. Judging from the damaged interior, the golems were almost
It's solid, but there are some complicated lines and strange runes outlined in it, which looks like it's designed for the golem's function.
After more than a thousand years, their energy is still so abundant. I don’t know if there are other arrangements in this ruins. If we encounter danger again, can we solve it like we solved these golems?
Thinking of this, Richard tried to use teleportation again, and sure enough, there was still no reaction at all. This should be a special area, and the teleportation seemed to be interfered with in some way.
"Now, we're in trouble."
Because teleportation cannot be used, Richard's mentality has changed a little now. In his eyes, the ruins that used to come and go with ease have become more dangerous.
His original mentality was to come and have a good time. It would be best if he could get some benefits. If he couldn't get them, he wouldn't suffer any losses. If there was any danger, he could leave at any time.
But now that teleportation cannot be used, he is forced to a dead end. If he can't find a way out of the ruins, it will be a big joke.
"Let's go up first and go to another room."
After everyone had recovered more than half, Richard continued to set off. Although his mentality had changed, Richard adjusted quickly. If he had known before coming down that he could not use teleportation when he came in, he might have considered it.
Is it worth the risk, but things have reached this point, and there is no point in worrying. There is only one way to get to the dark side, but you need to pay more attention next time.
…
"boom!"
After Richard and others returned to the spacious passage at the beginning, they followed the same pattern and opened another wooden door not far away. The protection of this door was obviously not as good as the previous door. Fred knocked on the door in two clicks.
Already.
The inside is not as unique as the modified biological prison just now, there is only a small space behind the door.
It was a simple small room, with a bed, a desk, a bookcase, and a candlestick on the desk. If it weren't for the looming white skeleton sitting on the stool in front of the desk, this room would be a standard social animal.
It's a small apartment.
Richard said something to the outstanding swordsman on the side. The outstanding swordsman walked into the room cautiously with a giant sword in his hand. Because the outstanding swordsman was relatively large, as soon as he stood in the room, the room seemed a lot more crowded.
Then the outstanding swordsman walked through the room in a few steps without any accidents. But in the end he touched the corpse wrapped in a gorgeous robe in front of the table.
"Wow"
After being touched by an external force, the corpse that had been supported like this for an unknown period of time simply collapsed to the ground. The whole room seemed to have no special existence, it was just an ordinary living area.
The only valuable things should be some books in the bookcase and the notebooks on the desk.
After the superb swordsman confirmed that there was no danger in the room, Richard also entered the room. The first thing that caught his eye were the books wrapped in unknown leather in the bookcase.
"Basic Mental Exercise Method", "Introduction to Potions", "On the Making of Magical Devices"...
The books in the bookcase are all written in Elvish script, and they all focus on basic doctrines, which is very strange.
But when Richard opened the notes on his desk, he understood the reason.
The occupant of this room is one of the apprentices of the Magic Tower. Because he is trusted by the owner of the Magic Tower, he has been the underground research assistant of the Holy Magister.
Compared with the other disciples of the Holy Magister, he was lucky, because the other disciples were wiped out when the temple destroyed the magic tower. The temple did a great job at that time, not only causing the death of one Holy Magister, but also his disciples
The suspects who participated in the research were also within the scope of elimination. Only the corpse in front of me survived because it had been in this underground ruins.
But he is unfortunate, because in order to keep it secret, he does not know the way to leave here, he does not know the way to open the teleportation array, so he can only endure loneliness here for a long time.
It can be seen from his diary that this apprentice was already a researcher who was very able to withstand loneliness. However, after a period of time, he still became manic due to loneliness. In the end, he slowly returned to calm. In the end, he not only continued his
The teacher's research and practice began here.
It's a pity that although he had research ability, his talent in magic cultivation was average, and he never broke through to the realm of a great magician, and died here when he was about a hundred years old.
The storage of daily necessities here is quite sufficient. He either died of other reasons, or he reached the end of his life and died here.
Compared with the biological modification notes of the Holy Magister, the value of this apprentice's notes is not great. It only vaguely mentioned some things in the ruins that may be used as clues.
"The teacher said that the godhead has been created. When he thinks of a way to control it, he will install it on Chimera and let Chimera complete the feat of killing the gods. The teacher is really great... But why doesn't the teacher use the godhead?
As for myself, if the teacher becomes a god, he can defeat those gods...
Hasn’t the teacher already left? Why did I hear the teacher’s voice when I passed by the study today, but I didn’t find anything when I walked in? Is it true that I have been hallucinating after being alone for too long?
…
Where is the Godhead? I must get it, otherwise I will really be trapped and die here.
…
The Chimera also died. It died so suddenly, and all the flesh and blood in its body suddenly collapsed. The way it died was so scary. The curse spells of those dark mages would not be so cruel.
…
Maybe there is no godhead here at all...
I think I'm probably going to die too, and I don't know when this place will be discovered. If possible, I hope it will be right away. It doesn't matter even if the person here is a god..."
The diary ended abruptly here. Apparently not long after it was written, the apprentice also lost his life. Perhaps those golems were not very intelligent just because there was no one to direct them. If this man survived and he could control the actions of the golems,
I'm afraid the difficulty of dealing with those things will go up a notch.
After putting down his notebook, Richard walked around the room again, even slightly turning over the corpses lying on the ground. After finding nothing new, he led everyone out of the room. The books here should be useful, but he doesn't need them for now.
Take it, anyway, as long as he completes the exploration, it doesn't matter whether he takes it or not.
After everyone left the room, they continued to move along the passage. Although the apprentice's notes did not contain any particularly important information or knowledge or skills, they outlined the general topography of the entire underground ruins for Richard and his party.
Perhaps because the lonely time was too difficult, the apprentice seemed a little chatty in the diary. The names of some areas were described in such detail that Richard knew that if he walked through this passage, he would reach an important place.
The study of the owner of a mage tower. According to the apprentice's description, compared to his collection of books, the teacher's study is called an ocean of knowledge. Unfortunately, he is not qualified and has not used much of it for his own use despite guarding the treasure mountain.
Soon, Richard and others walked through the passage and came to a very bright place. In this bright place, Richard even had the illusion of returning to the ground.
"Is this sunshine?"
Richard followed the outstanding swordsmen out of the passage and stood in an open space. There were some unknown plants on the ground. Richard stretched out his hand to feel the light shining from above his head. The light was actually slightly warm.
It's a pity that they are still underground. This is not sunlight, because Richard looked up and saw a "little sun" hanging dozens of meters high that was still emitting light. This was a "little sun" in the true sense.
Its diameter is about three meters. If it wasn't so close, Richard could tell at a glance that it was not the sun. Just by feeling the light and temperature, it would have been the same as the sun.
The environment it simulated has already grown plants underground. What's even more frightening is that more than a thousand years have passed since the construction of this ruins. It seems that this little sun has shined for more than a thousand years.
Years have passed. What amount of energy is needed to keep this "little sun" shining and heating until now?
Standing on the ground and observing the "little sun" above, but not seeing anything interesting, Richard thought about it and did not study the principle of this little sun for the time being. This thing was not something he could study thoroughly, at least in a short time.
It's impossible, so it's important to continue exploring.
Following a beautifully carved corridor about ten meters away, Richard saw a fountain that was still spraying water. The water had not overflowed, and it was obviously still flowing. There were also some exquisite statues around it, all of which were very beautiful.
The elf-style statue, paired with the little sun in the sky, told Richard that this was a large aristocratic manor imitating the elf style. It didn't feel inconsistent. The power of magic was used for enjoyment, which was much stronger than fighting spirit.
However, Richard didn't have much time to appreciate the most authentic elf art from a thousand years ago. The surrounding rooms were the focus of his exploration.
"Mesta, are you crazy? The temple will never tolerate you if you do such research!"
"Shh!"
Under this "sun", something strange happened. After taking more than ten steps, Richard and others heard a strange name and a voice that did not belong to anyone in their team...
When Richard heard the sound, his hair stood up. It was not that the sound was intimidating, but that the sound of conversation came from a place where no one else should be talking. It really shocked Richard, and then he
Richard then made a silent gesture.
The people in the team were all experts, and they didn't make much noise in action. Even a relatively big man like the outstanding swordsman walked very lightly. After Richard reminded him, the entire team made no sound at all.
Now the conversation sounds clearer.
"If they allow it, I don't want to do this research yet. Are you still afraid of those lackeys, my friend?"
"Mesta, don't talk nonsense. Blasphemy is a serious crime."
"Don't worry, Shia, no one will hear you here except me. You don't have to be so careful here. You are equally dissatisfied with the gods."
"I…"
"Don't rush to deny it, my friend. The day the Sun God took away the princess, I saw that your right hand almost broke off your left hand. You must have had a hard time enduring it, Shia."
"Did you let me know on purpose? Aren't you afraid that I would tell others?"
…
In the corridor, Richard searched for the sound and found the room from which the sound came. It happened to be the study room he wanted to explore. He remembered the records in the apprentice's diary. Was there the teacher's voice in the study room?
After carefully approaching, Richard looked into the study through the window. He saw two elves in luxurious clothes and holding wands sitting opposite each other and talking. One had a calm tone, while the other seemed a little anxious.
"You are a court magician. The royal family has been humiliated. You should be a hundred times ashamed than me."
"But, I don't agree with your way."
From the conversation, Richard can probably guess the identity of the two elves. One is the owner of this mage tower, and the other is the original court mage. Both of them should be in the realm of holy magicians. The period after the death of this person should be
It's just an image generated by magic.
"So, you have your own method? What is your method?"
"My method is..."
Damn it!
The elf mage named Shia actually turned his head and stared at himself outside the window...