Volume 1: Raging Waves City Chapter 170: The Tomb of the King
Boiling couldn't speak, but communication at the conscious level let Sandpaper know his answer.
"I don't think it's that big either, but it's definitely not suitable for use here. If we blow this place down, we won't be able to go back. Now let's go find Miss Clear Sky and Red Falcon.
Hey! They found us so quickly."
Sandpaper and Kestrel have a unique sensory connection and can locate each other in this maze.
Qingkong walked over on the gravel. She didn't expect Sandpaper to end the battle so quickly. This combination of violent girl and war machine seemed to be more suitable for Sandpaper to play.
The torn undead limbs quickly reassembled among the rubble. Without the control of the Abyss Mage, the undead gained freedom. They did not attack Qingkong and his companions, but hid in the rooms on both sides of the corridor.
Qingkong could feel that these undead spirits had not left. They were hiding in the shadows, as if waiting for something.
"Sandpaper, next time you encounter an emergency, don't act alone. Fortunately, the person you encountered this time was an Abyss Mage. If it was the Abyss Apostle Portlem, you and Boiling would definitely suffer."
Sandpaper sometimes dares to confront Luke, but she always listens to Qingkong. Her hair hangs down, and she looks like a puppy who has been taught a lesson: "I know, Miss Qingkong. Next time I will never act alone again..."
"Just listen... But you and Boiling did a great job. Killing an Abyss Mage means we have one less enemy to deal with, and we can also confirm that Portlem is here.
We just have to find him slowly."
After receiving Qingkong's praise, Sandpaper's hair stood up again. "We found Portlem and asked me and Boiling to lead the charge. Boiling performed very well. I'll reward my sister with specially blended engine oil when we get back."
Boiling raised his hands and waved them, looking very happy.
At this time, Hong Xun said: "Ms. Qingkong, the undead that has been following us is coming..."
Everyone looked in the direction that Hong Jian pointed, and the searchlight on Boiling's shoulder shone over there. In the middle of the corridor stood a man, wearing the robe of a magic apprentice from the Oulu Academy a hundred years ago, and shielded the strong light with his hands.
A portion of the light penetrated through his body, revealing that he was not an entity, but a materialized ghost.
The ghost said: "I mean no harm..."
The clear sky caused the beam of the boiling searchlight to move slightly away, and the other party lowered his hand and revealed his appearance. A boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old, with beautiful chestnut curly hair.
"Who are you? What should you say about your identity? Why are you following us?"
"My name is Lemondo, an undead. This may be what I looked like in my previous life. After all, as an undead, I don't remember anything from my previous life..." Lemondo slowly approached: "Are you looking for the mages who invaded here? I can help you."
"Stop and don't move!" Qingkong warned the approaching undead: "Although I can't kill you here, I can seal you. Do you know where those mages are?"
Lemondo immediately stopped and replied, "They are on the third floor. I can take you there or provide you with help."
Qingkong did not let down her guard. She asked Lemondo, "Why are you helping us? To you, they are invaders, and we are invaders as well."
Lemondo replied angrily: "After they came in, they captured the undead here. Most of the undead were sealed by them, and only a few hid and escaped their search.
They also took Jennifer away.
We all hope that you can drive those mages away and restore peace here."
As Lemondo said, some of the undead came out from the houses on both sides, seeming willing to offer help.
Qingkong continued to ask: "Who is Jennifer?"
"She is different from us..." Lemondo said, "She is not a ghost. She is our companion, telling us our stories when we were alive."
Bruce Ban was shocked: "There are people alive in the student dormitory that sank underground? This is impossible. It is impossible for a person to live here for more than a hundred years. Are you sure Jennifer is not a ghost?"
"We are sure she is not a ghost, she has memories."
After getting the confirmation, Bruce Ban said to Qingkong: "We must save her...Oh my God! Someone has been buried here for hundreds of years. It's hard to imagine how she survived here."
"Yes, we must save her." Qingkong said to Lemondo, "Rescuing Jennifer and other undead souls does not conflict with the purpose of our visit this time. If we help each other, things will go more smoothly.
Lemondo, just lead the way for us, and the other undead should not follow us. Your fighting power will only hinder us."
"As you command, powerful elf."
Lemondo agreed with what Qingkong said. The undead here have little combat power except that they can be resurrected infinitely.
Except for Lemondo, the other undead retreated into the rooms on both sides, and the corridor suddenly became much quieter.
"Let's go...it's almost dawn. Let's try to finish work before daybreak. I've been busy all day and I'm sleepy." Qingkong looked at his battery level and found that it still had 70% left.
"Yes, please follow me."
Lemondo turned around and walked back. Qingkong waved his hand, and Sandpaper and Boiling followed. The others followed the previous formation, keeping alert and moving forward.
Without the need to search every room, the team moved much faster. After walking through a corridor and a flight of stairs, they reached the third floor. The boiling lights illuminated the dark corridor, and some green ghost lights appeared on the walls on both sides, as if pointing them in the direction.
Just about fifty meters ahead, a black curtain blocked the light. A black flame danced on the black curtain, swallowing up all other light, as if there was another world on the other side.
"Ms. Qingkong..." Sandpaper discovered something unusual in front of him: "My perception can't penetrate that layer of darkness. The other party seems to be very powerful."
Lemondo also said: "Those mages are over there."
"I understand..." Qingkong said to the team members, "That is a unique space created by Portlem using secret techniques. There should be powerful undead created by secret techniques, as well as very insidious illusions.
After you follow me in, don't run around, especially Professor Ban. You have the lowest mental strength and are most susceptible to illusions."
Bruce Ban held his magic wand tightly: "Yes, Professor Clear Sky, I won't hold you back."
"Okay! Since Portlem has opened a dungeon for us, I'll take you in and clear it."
Qingkong led the team to the front, with the others following closely behind her.
As the distance shortened, the beam of the boiling searchlight still could not penetrate the black curtain. The dancing flames on the black curtain became clearer, like a pair of fangs and claws, trying to pull all intruders into the endless abyss.
Walking in front of the black curtain, Qingkong took out the ancient rock machete and pushed the level down to 80.
Her eyes turned into ice crystals, and as the Holy Grail appeared above her head and showered blessings, her right arm emitted a pure white holy light. A layer of half armor began to attach from her arm, and patterns appeared on her cheeks.
The surging divine energy shone forward, and the black curtain that could not be penetrated by the searchlight beam sank inward, and a passage appeared in front of Qingkong.
Qingkong, who had entered an extremely calm state, did not say much and walked into the passage. After watching Qingkong's change of clothes in surprise, the others also filed in.
Passing through the darkness, what was in front of me was no longer the corridor of the dormitory building, but an enclosed hall.
Except for Qingkong, everyone was shocked at what they saw.
"This is the secret code: Tomb of the King." Qingkong reminded everyone who had never seen such a scene before.
This palace-like tomb is extremely spacious, with eighteen thick stone pillars supporting the towering dome. The walls of the tomb are carved with exquisite murals, with lifelike figures and animals, and their eyes are inlaid with colorful gems.
At the end of the tomb palace was a high platform, on which stood a throne. At this moment, Portlem was sitting on the throne, his chin supported by one hand, with a crown on his head, his eyes gleaming red, and he looked down at the people below with an extremely arrogant attitude.
“Miss Qingkong, you surprise me!” Portlem’s voice pressed down from above, and his momentum brought a strong wind: “You can actually accurately describe this secret technique that I developed specifically for yourself. I strongly suspect that you were once an Abyss Mage, otherwise how could you know so many of our secrets!”
Portram's other hand tapped slowly on the armrest of the throne.
Dong, dong, dong... It sounded very loud and harsh in the empty tomb hall. At the same time, the gems on the wall that served as eyes also emitted light and flashed with the rhythm.
The sound became louder and louder, as if a well-trained army was marching in an orderly manner.
"You can doubt me now, but you won't have to doubt me when you die." Qingkong quickly took out a cardboard box from his space backpack and said to Bruce Ban, "See the wall behind us? Replace the gems that serve as eyes with the ones I brought.
Time is running out, hurry up! "
"Yes, Professor Qingkong." Bruce Ban turned around holding the cardboard box. Behind him was not the dark curtain they had walked in, but a wall of a tomb hall. There were also many murals and sculptures on this wall, and the eyes of those people and animals were all shining gems.
Bruce Ban opened the cardboard box, which was full of obsidian. He used magic to lift a gem from the wall, and then used shaping magic to trim a piece of obsidian into a suitable shape and size, and then embedded it in its original position.
Bruce Ban, who was once an assistant professor of the alchemy department and was responsible for processing alchemical materials, was very good at handling this kind of work. Moreover, he could see that a large-scale secret language was in progress, and what Professor Qingkong asked him to do must be to influence the release of this secret language.
We have to be quick and complete the deployment of the new Mystic Words before the Mystic Words are actually released.
Seeing Bruce Ban's actions, Portlem could no longer pretend to be calm. He tapped the armrest faster and asked Qingkong, "You, how could you possibly understand this secret language! Who are you?"
"Prepare for battle, a large group of enemies are approaching." Qingkong whispered to Sandpaper and Red Falcon, then walked forward with the knife. She teleported to the bottom of the platform, stepped onto the steps, and walked towards Portlem on the throne at the end: "I... know more than you think."
Qingkong stretched out her hand, and the Book of Disaster floated above her palm.
Seeing the Book of Disaster, the red light in Portlem's eyes instantly focused. At this moment, the secret words he had prepared had to be released.
Portlem stopped tapping his hands, turned over his palms, and saw a shriveled brain floating in his palms.
"The Whisper: The Dark Knight's Finale!"
"The Whisper: The Dark Knight's Finale!"
Portram on the throne and Qingkong walking up the stairs spoke secret words at the same time. The shriveled brain turned into powder and disappeared in Portram's hands, while his eyes were still fixed on the Book of Disaster.
"So the Book of Disaster can be used like this."
Qingkong smiled and took back the Book of Disaster: "Are you surprised? You want it! Even if you defeat me, this book is not yours..."
At this time, the entire tomb hall let out a huge roar, and the walls on all four sides cracked and flipped. Behind the walls was the Dark Knight army ready for battle.
After the door of the tomb was fully opened, a neat procession of dark knights marched out. The undead horses were covered in black glowing horse armor, and the knights on the horses were also wearing black full body armor, holding long-handled sabers in their hands.
Rows of dark knights walked out from behind the wall door, as neatly as if they were copied and pasted.
Bruce Ban, who was standing by the wall, was forced to retreat again and again by the Dark Knight who came out in front of him. Behind him, Sandpaper, Red Falcon, Boiling and Sally took out their weapons at the same time, ready to attack the Dark Knight who was coming towards them.
Bruce Ban quickly stopped them: "No, no, no, don't attack them. They are on our side! Look at their eyes, they are different from the eyes of the Dark Knights in the other three directions!"
After being reminded, Sandpaper and the others looked at the Dark Knights in the other three directions. The eyes on the helmets of those Dark Knights were blood red, while the eyes of the Dark Knights in their direction were also red, but it seemed as if a layer of dark lens was added to the red.
"What happened? How did the dark knights summoned by these abyss apostles become ours?"
In response to Sandpaper's question, Bruce Ban also said he didn't know: "This is the magic of Professor Clear Sky. The secret language she masters is like the stars in the night sky. If there is enough time, I think Professor Clear Sky can turn all the dark knights here into ours."
When Sandpaper wanted to express his feelings, Hong Falcon reminded him, "If you have any questions, ask Miss Clear Sky after the fight. The battle has begun!"
After all the dark knights walked out, the door in the wall behind them closed, and all the gems representing eyes on the mural disappeared.
Then the dark knights raised their sabers together and urged their horses to charge faster. The sound of the horses' hooves was like thunder, the ground shook violently, and four black torrents collided with each other, making a clanging sound as steel collided with steel.
There is no shouting in the battle between the undead, only the cold blades that are swung up and down.
On the high platform, the clear sky flickered and reappeared, already in front of Portlem.
