Volume 1: Raging Waves City Chapter 169 The Living Dead
The underground labyrinth of the Historical Archives has a total of five floors, and the overall structure is an oval-shaped building. Each floor has a circular corridor, and on both sides of the corridor are student dormitories. Due to battles and earthquakes, some places are cut off by protruding rocks, making the terrain inside the entire labyrinth very complicated.
The shouting from the bottom floor spread through the corridor. The enclosed environment allowed the sound to travel almost intact along the internal space all the way to the third floor of the maze.
The door of a room opened, and the dim light from inside the room revealed a figure. At this time, the rooms on both sides also opened at the same time, and people walked out and gathered in the middle.
"Lord Portram, did you hear that voice just now?"
"I'm not deaf!" Portlem's eyes glowed blood red as he looked towards the dark corridor on the left. The sound came from that direction. There was a ... What was downstairs?
"Sir! Is it a ghost? Or a human?"
"It's possible... If it's a human, we have to admire the quick response of the Oulu Academy. They found this place in less than one night. Felton, go and confirm it."
The Abyss Mage who was named saluted to Portlem: "Yes, sir, the Abyss is with me!"
The Abyss Mage walked towards the direction where the sound came from and soon disappeared into the dark corridor.
Portlem said to the other Abyss Mages: "Go and count the undead we have captured. If they are mages from the Oulu Academy, let them clear out the miscellaneous soldiers for us first."
"Yes, my lord, the abyss is with me!"
After dispatching his men, Portlem returned to his room. He closed the door, and a lot of dust fell off the rotten wooden door. Portlem released a layer of light seal, and used magic to solidify the wooden door that could collapse at any time.
The room was very empty, and everything that was originally here had been moved out. On the wall, green ghost lights were flowing and winding along the cracks in the stone bricks. They looked extremely anxious, and ghost lights would shoot out from time to time, but as soon as they left the wall, they would be immediately swallowed up and annihilated by some force.
The will-o'-the-wisp was directed at a cage in the middle of the room, where a naked woman was locked. She was curled up in the middle of the cage, with her long black hair spread over her fair skin.
"Jennifer..." Portlem walked to the cage and said to the woman inside, "You still don't recognize me? I'm Professor Portlem from the Department of Mysticism. You often ask me questions about mysticism. You are one of the few talented and hardworking students I've ever met."
"Professor Portlem?" The woman raised her head slightly, her gray eyes looking at the person outside the cage through her messy hair. Her voice was very stiff: "You are not Professor Portlem, you are the Apostle of the Abyss, you are our enemy..."
Portlem explained patiently: "I have told you many times that my appearance has changed a little because of the power of the abyss, but I am indeed Portlem.
Jennifer, why are you here? Why are you trapped in this dark underground with the undead? Did the Oulu Academy abandon you? I am here to save you. Follow me to join the Abyss Temple and embrace the abyss. Your ability is enough to fill the vacancy of the seventh apostle. "
Facing Portlem's persuasion to surrender, Jennifer lowered her head again.
"I am a dead man, so I should be with the dead. Please go away. I don't need you to rescue me. My companions and I live very happily here."
"Your companions? Are they them?" Portram looked at the surrounding walls. The will-o'-the-wisps were still roaming around, constantly trying to rescue Jennifer in the cage. Portram waved his hand, and a large piece of black flame rushed towards the green will-o'-the-wisps, instantly devouring them completely. Portram smiled and said, "They will all become my experimental materials, and you...are not dead, at least not truly dead."
"Why do you say that? I am a ghost, and the ghosts accept me."
At this time, some green ghost lights appeared sporadically on the wall.
"They still won't give up! Yes... They were your classmates when they were alive, and many of them were still madly pursuing you. Even after death, their remaining consciousness as undead still wants to protect you." Portlem said with emotion: "Jennifer, as a genius who can join the Oulu Battle Mage with her strength before graduation, you should know that the undead will never have memories of their previous lives. I don't know what kind of creature you are now, but it is definitely not an undead.
Jennifer, Victor and I admire you very much."
Jennifer said calmly, "Perhaps you are right. I am not a dead soul, but I am definitely not a living soul either. I clearly remember that Professor Victor took my heart away... When I woke up, I was surrounded by a group of dead souls in the underground.
I am trapped in this space with them and cannot leave, nor do I want to leave. I am a living dead, the living will not accept me, and I will not join the Abyss Temple.
Please go away and don’t disturb the peace here.”
"It seems I can't convince you. Then... I'll just hand you over to Victor..."
At this time, a huge noise was heard, and the entire underground maze shook. Dust was shaken off, and even rocks fell from above. Some will-o'-the-wisp wanted to take the opportunity to rescue Jennifer, but they were swallowed up as soon as they left the wall.
"My companion told me that someone came in. They came to look for you..."
Portlem brushed off the dust on his clothes and said to Jennifer confidently, "Yes, someone came in and killed Felton. I saw them. The elf Qingkong was in the middle. She brought me the Book of Disaster."
Hearing the Book of Disaster, Jennifer looked up at Portlem again. She reached out to grab the cage bars, but was repelled and bounced back.
She stared at Portlem with her gray eyes, full of murderous intent.
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Qingkong led her team to search all the way from the bottom of the maze, carefully checking every room they passed by. From the first floor to the second floor, they did not find anything, not even a single undead was encountered.
This is abnormal!
Although not every room in the game is inhabited by the undead, they still appear quite frequently.
How come this time when I really came in, there was no one there?
It's not that I didn't meet any one, there was always one following me.
The Red Kestrel could sense its presence all the time. It would move when the search team left and hide when the search team stopped. It neither attacked nor left. No one knew what it wanted to do.
Qingkong suddenly turned around several times to chase it, but it managed to escape by cleverly using the terrain.
A cunning and slippery fellow.
Just ignore it and let it follow if it wants. Anyway, it can't get close to the Kestrel in its perception.
After searching most of the second floor, Sandpaper, who was leading the way, heard: "There is someone nearby... It's a person! Not something else!"
The boiling searchlight was projected over, and a figure was seen quickly flashing into the corner not far ahead.
Sandpaper rushed forward to chase after the man, and Boiling also ran after him. Clear Sky, Bruce Benn and Red Falcon chased closely, and they all stopped suddenly when they passed the corner.
Gone are the sandpaper and the boiling!
There was a dark corridor in front of him, and no light could be seen from the boiling water. Bruce Ban cast a lighting magic forward, and there was nothing in the empty corridor.
"Yes, space transfer technique."
Qingkong opened the Eye of Frost, confirmed that what he saw was not an illusion, and made a judgment. This place must have been set up with a secret technique in advance. The other party lured Sandpaper to chase, and then activated the secret technique to transfer Sandpaper and Boiling through space to other places.
At this time, Hong Jian looked up: "Ms. Qingkong, the sandpaper is up there, I can sense her... on the fourth floor!"
Qingkong quickly recalled the map of the "Underground Maze of the Historical Archives" and found the nearest accessible staircase: "Follow me, don't get separated."
Qingkong led the team to support Sandpaper, but Sandpaper didn't know that he had been hit by the space transfer technique and continued to chase the "fleeing in panic" figure in front.
The flying sandpaper was very fast, rapidly approaching the person in front of it in the long straight corridor. I saw clearly... the person wearing the robe of the Abyss Mage was the one I was looking for.
After confirming that it was an enemy, Sandpaper swung the large wrench in his hand and smashed it on the back of the man in front of him. At this moment, a dark shadow jumped out of a room beside Sandpaper and pounced on him.
Sandpaper dodged slightly, and used his mental power to control the wrench to spin in an arc in the air. Boiling caught up from behind, and swung the sword in his hand to cut the black shadow into two pieces.
The Abyss Mage who was fleeing in front suddenly stopped, and stretched his hands backwards at a very strange angle. A magic shield unfolded in his hands, just blocking the large wrench that was thrown at him. Then he turned his head 180 degrees and showed a ferocious smile to Sandpaper: "Little girl, you don't know you are alone yet."
Sandpaper moved his perception backwards... As expected, the red falcon was not behind him, but diagonally below him at a certain distance.
However, Sandpaper did not show any fear because he was alone. Instead, he smiled and said to the Abyss Mage: "Aren't you alone too?"
The large wrench flew back into Sandpaper's hand while spinning in the air. She opened the tool bag, and wrenches, screws, pliers, hammers, etc. flew out. There were more than 20 tools of various types. These tools floated around Sandpaper and pointed at the Abyss Mage in front of her.
The black shadow that had just been cut into two pieces by the boiling water returned to the feet of the Abyss Mage along the ground, and then condensed into a black human figure behind the Abyss Mage, like a materialized shadow.
At the same time, there were hissing sounds in the rooms on both sides of the corridor, and some dry hands stretched out from the doors. They were clinging to the door frame, as if they wanted to get out but were being held back by some force.
The Abyss Mage held several mysterious items between his fingers and used hand seals to utter secret words.
Secret language: Feed the soul with living sacrifice.
Several mysterious items disappeared in a flash of light. The ban was opened, and all the undead sealed in the room rushed out. They ignored the Abyss Mage and rushed towards Sandpaper and Boiling.
Sandpaper stared at the Abyss Mage and said to the boiling behind him: "Leave that Abyss Mage to me, and leave the others to you. For a good job, sister will specially prepare a bottle of motor oil for you to drink."
Boiling struck his two swords loudly in response, and then attacked the undead that rushed in. The undead were shattered into pieces wherever the heavy sword passed; the muzzle on the shoulder spurted out flames in short, precise bursts, burning the undead that the sword could not reach.
As the main force of the Crazy Boiling Bounty Hunter Group , the mechanical creature Boiling was rated as a five-star character. Although most of his strength lies in his powerful cannon, he is also very fierce in close combat. Even though the environment here limits Boiling's performance, he can still deal with these undead who are not too strong with ease.
However, the undead here are somewhat different from normal undead. They cannot be completely killed. Even if they are cut off or burned, they can still be reassembled in a short time. The fearless undead keep rushing upwards, and the boiling undead kill indiscriminately...
Sandpaper faced the Abyss Mage under the cover of boiling water. She floated forward, and her tools spun around her at high speed, sweeping away the undead that approached.
At this point, the Abyss Mage finally realized that he had misjudged the strength of the little girl. But he still stayed to fight confidently, shooting fireballs at the sandpaper with both hands, and a black shadow flashed out from behind him, rapidly approaching the sandpaper along the wall.
The battle was boiling. The searchlight on his shoulder was shaking, and the shadow was sneaking confidently in the chaotic light. He reached the side of the sandpaper, and when the girl flew forward, he suddenly jumped out from behind her. A black long sword condensed from the shadow took shape in the shadow's hand, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the back of the sandpaper and stabbed it anxiously.
At this time, Sandpaper seemed unaware of the approaching threat. Several energy balls flew out from the ends of her hair, intercepting the flying fireballs in the air, and she continued to fly forward.
Just when the black sword was about to pierce the sandpaper, the sandpaper suddenly moved sideways to avoid the fatal blow.
“Hehehe… you want to sneak attack me!” Sandpaper smiled at the shadow: “Do you really think I don’t know that the one in front is just a corpse? You are the real Abyss Mage.”
The shadow who stabbed the air with a sword didn't expect that his trick had been discovered long ago. He wanted to hide in the shadows, but he was exposed by the boiling searchlight. Under the light, he couldn't use the shadows to transform his body. He was pierced by the flying screws and hit hard by the wrench and hammer.
When he was beaten unconscious, the black shadow felt an iron box stuffed into his arms.
What is this?
Before the black shadow could have a second thought, the iron box exploded in his hands.
The flames raged with shock waves, and the huge explosion caused the entire underground space to shake violently. In the center of the explosion, large pieces of rock fell, and all the nearby undead were torn to pieces.
The Abyss Mage was blown to pieces and his whereabouts were unknown.
"Boiling, is the bomb I made too powerful?" Sandpaper's voice came out.
The floodlight that Boiling turned on illuminated the space again. He stood up and made way for the sandpaper that was protecting him.
He reached out again and caught a falling brick that almost hit the sandpaper.
