Chapter 108 (1/2)

When Kerry held the handle of the old dagger and pulled it out, the Relic Hall suddenly quieted down.

The two groups, who had been scolding and fighting, stopped their actions and stood still, as if they had been petrified.

They felt something terrible approaching, or waking up, and everyone could hear bursts of thunderous heartbeat and dull low roar.

Closer and closer, more and more urgent, and more and more clear.

Gradually, the heartbeat and roar gradually turned into some kind of vague nonsense, penetrating their eardrums and reaching their minds.

Although I didn't understand what was whispering in the nonsense, the deep and distant tone was not harsh, nor did it cause anyone's discomfort. On the contrary, my mood gradually calmed down.

The same illusion appeared in front of them - in a prosperous and lively ancient city, everyone knelt on the ground and worshipped a towering figure in the sky.

All people dare not look up at the great existence, only tremble under the shadow of his wings, and can only imagine the extraordinary honor from his shadow on the earth.

The people in the ruins were affected by this illusion and couldn't help kneeling down. They happened to surround the floating altar one after another. For a time, they couldn't tell whether they were worshipping the great existence in the illusion?

Still worshiping Kerry standing in the middle of the altar with an ancient dagger.

Cori didn't see the illusion in front of her. She just looked carefully at and looked at the dagger in her hand. Through the dim light around, she vaguely saw a flash of streamer across the surface of the dagger in the cracks of rust marks.

She stared at the dagger for a while and soon recovered. Then she noticed that the surroundings were quiet. For some reason, the people below suddenly stopped fighting and knelt on the ground to worship?

The situation was a little strange, and Cori didn't dare to think much. She quickly put the dagger into the space storage bag around her waist.

When the dagger disappeared into the storage bag, the illusion in front of everyone disappeared, and the balderdash filled in their ears became sharp and hoarse, and a severe headache seemed to break.

The people who had been kneeling on the ground fell down, and black blood gushed out of their eyes, ears, mouth and nose at the same time. There were bursts of painful roars in their mouth, struggling on the ground.

”Er... Ah!!! This is... Mental pollution!”

With a painful expression on his face, a legendary strong man of the Empire bit off one of his index fingers and gushed a lot of blood from the wound.

As soon as the blood was released into the air, it burned fiercely and turned into a bloody mist, and then flew to the other four legendary companions and Professor Kant.

The five people shrouded in blood fog recovered a little consciousness. Even though they still had a headache, they could finally take action.

Unfortunately, he himself seemed to be experiencing some terrible torture, his face was as white as death, and he was twitching on the ground in pain.

The strong man ignited his spiritual power at the critical moment and covered his teammates.

”Run! Don't let Lord Andro die in vain!”

Cried Professor Kant.

Two eighth rank immediately picked up professor Kant and the self sacrificing Andro and ran away regardless.

Di Keli also flashed, returned to the ground from the floating altar, stepped on her short legs and followed up.

With the help of deformed armor, their running speed was far faster than ordinary people. In the blink of an eye, they left the hall and reached the upward channel, but the channel was quite narrow, which suddenly limited the speed of everyone.

Professor Kant couldn't help looking back. The hall filled with various lighting equipment by the Empire and barbarians suddenly darkened, but it was not normal darkness, but it was more like being swallowed up by some indescribable deep darkness.

In the passage, magic guide tubes for lighting were hung on the left and right walls at regular intervals.

These lamps are going out section by section, and the darkness is catching up from behind and getting closer and closer to them.

”Hurry up! Hurry up!”

Professor Kant shouted.

”Let me open the way!”

A burly eight rank strong man grabbed the front, flashing a large amount of electric light on his body. His whole body rushed forward like a drill bit, took a burst of flying sand and stones, and widened the originally uneven pit for several points.

With his help, everyone's speed was much faster. Finally, they rushed out of the underground ruins before the darkness behind them.

At this time, it was just a starry night outside. Even the faint starlight made them have the illusion of seeing heaven and earth again.

An eight rank strong man turned around, popped several cards like playing cards from his armour, twisted them between his fingers and flew out towards the hole.

Several cards were inserted into the wall around the hole and exploded with a bang, causing the surrounding rock walls to collapse and temporarily blocking the hole.

”It's no use. We must run separately and contact the Empire and scholars as much as possible to wake up all demigods as soon as possible! Prepare all rule level holy objects!”

Professor Kant, lying on one's back, ordered.

”What the hell is that?”

The strong man couldn't help asking.

Professor Kant did not speak, but answered him with a frightened look.

The man stopped talking, silently picked up his companion who was still in pain and convulsion, and ran towards the barbarian camp.