479 A Good Place (2/2)
Francis picked up a pebble and insert it into the big keyhole in the stone gate.
Within Francis's expectation, light burst out from the black gate and the gate silently opened for them. Behind the gate, there was bitter and painful groans and moans, and the wind came was freezing cold.
Francis did not hesitate and took the initiative to walk in. Lucien followed him in full alert. However, it wasn't until a minute later when Ramiro finally came in.
Standing in the overwhelming darkness, Ramiro hurriedly explained. ”I've cast a couple of spells, in case the power of death is too strong.”
Ramiro was extremely cautious about stepping into the domain of the Lord of Underworld. No one knew that if the ninth-circle archmage was here or not.
Francis did not say anything. He turned to walk to the next gate dimly lit up by luminous moss.
Suddenly, distorted pale faces emerged in the darkness, men and women, young and old. Floating in the air, they aimed directly towards Francis, Lucien, and Ramiro full of hatred and viciousness.
Dark haze rose from Francis's body and filled in the space. The pale faces immediately disappeared silently as soon as the haze reached them.
”The place is fading, and the specters are out of restrictions now.” Francis reminded them.
He took out a silver coin and opened the next gate.
Then, the three of them run into all kinds of low-rank specters as well as mummies. With Francis, a radiant knight, walking in the front, the specters imposed no big threat to them at all. From time to time, Francis would miss a few, but level-four knight Leviathan and level-four priest Anheuse were able to handle them.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.
When the sixth stone gate opened, what was behind the gate was no longer pure darkness, but dim bright fog.
In the fog, many figures were moaning and writhing on the ground; many were starving to death, too weak to cry out; many were crying in fear, but were sent to the altar by the indifferent and cold crowd; some were being torn apart into pieces by beasts; some were killed by the fights between gods and priests; some were drowned to death because of the flood summoned by gods; some were dying on battlefields during wars; some were being slaved, being killed by beasts to please the nobles…
In the fog was real hell depicting the pain that ordinary people were suffering from in this world.
”Let's go. We pray in piety, so we won't be influenced.” Ramiro inherited part of Anheuse's memory and knew what to do now.
Walking in the haze, Lucien could hear sounds of sharp screaming in agony. The thin, pale arms trying to grab him in desperation were like spreading tree branches. However, the sound and the scene did not cause a stir in Lucien's mind. The arms directly went through Lucien's body as if they were just shadows.
When they got out of the haze, two stone gates emerged in the front. Both of them were dispersing.
”Two?” Francis asked Ramiro.
Ramiro shook his head, ”No idea. But we'd better hurry. Let's take different paths here. You're the most powerful one among us, Francis, so you take one yourself. Leviathan and I will take the other.”
Like a wolf stalking a lamb, Ramiro knew that his opportunity was coming.
”Alright. Let's split and hurry up, or we wouldn't be able to search all the places.” Francis agreed and went into the gate on the right.
Ramiro turned to look at Leviathan with a smile on his face. ”Let's go.”
”Sure.” Lucien smiled back.
Behind the left gate was a corridor alined with stone pillars. The winding corridor extended into the far side. It was empty and silent, the perfect place for killing.
Seeing that Leviathan had lowered his alert, Ramiro was ready to take action after passing around the corner, when they were far from Francis.
After several minutes of walking, they turned right along the corridor. There were rooms along both sides, but still nothing around.
This was such a good place for Ramiro.
A ferocious smile appeared on Ramiro's face as he examined Lucien from behind.