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"How come there are so many great magicians of the dead..."

As usual, this is impossible.

"Is the owner of this tomb better than the dead magician!"

This is the only answer imaginable. However, is there really such a powerful undead? Greenham couldn't come up with an answer.

"Damn it! This **** rotten grave!"

The last soldier in the line exhaled breathlessly while scolding.

As if waiting for this moment, a glowing coat of arms appeared on the floor. The coat of arms is quite large enough to include Greenham and others in the scope.

"what!"

I don’t know who uttered it, only heard a screaming sound—

——Floating feeling different from the fall just now.

Greenham's vision is covered by the dark world. There are crackling and crackling sounds under the feet, and the body sinks slowly. It feels like falling into a swamp. He almost panicked in an instant, but the swampy space didn't seem to be that deep, and after sinking to his waist, he didn't sink anymore.

In a dark world controlled only by silence, Greenham asked in a voice as uneasy as a child who lost his parents:

"......Is anyone here?"

"--I'm here, Greenham."

He immediately got a response from a companion, the thief. And the distance is not far, it is probably the same as the distance when running.

"...Isn't anyone else here?"

no answer. He was expecting a drought. There is no light source here, and you can guess that neither the magician nor the warrior is here. Fortunately, there are thieves.

"...It seems we are the only two."

"What you said... Uh! You are right."

He stood still and observed the atmosphere around him. The deep darkness extends endlessly, which makes people feel a sense of fear that cannot distinguish the boundary between themselves and darkness.

There seems to be nothing moving-

"Do you want to light up?"

"It can only be like this."

Will taking action destroy this silence? Will it touch the trap? Although there are countless doubts in the heart, it is regrettable that human eyes cannot see through the darkness. Lighting is indispensable.

"So, wait for me."

There was something moving in the darkness when the thief's voice came. Then the light source turned on.

The first thing he saw was a thief holding a glow stick in his hand, and then countless brilliances that reflected the fluorescence. It is reminiscent of the glory of the treasures seen in the Ling Temple.

However-not so.

Greenham tried desperately to suppress the screams pouring into his throat, and the thieves also twitched.

Countless reflections. That was the glory of the bugs that buried all the space around them-people called them cockroaches. Only the little fingertips are large, and even larger than one meter, the entire room is submerged by cockroaches of various sizes. And layer upon layer.

The feeling of crushing things under your feet was originally caused by rotting cockroaches. Thinking of a large number of cockroaches drowning in the waist, I really don't want to imagine how many layers piled up.

The room is very spacious, so the fluorescent light does not reach the wall. Since the lighting range of the fluorescent stick is 15 meters, one can roughly estimate the size of the indoor space. Looking at the ceiling, there were tens of thousands of cockroaches illuminated by fluorescent light.

"What's going on here..."

The thief seemed breathless and said that Greenham could understand his mood. He must have a hunch, as long as a sound, these cockroaches will move.

"What the **** happened?"

"...Should it be a burrow?"

When the thieves looked around with fear, Greenhan remembered the last scene before the dark world drowned, the glowing magic array emerging under his feet, and asked the thief:

"Impossible. I don't think it's just a burrow, but some kind of magic..."

"There should be a trap of the teleportation system...or is it the magic sung by the dead magician?"

Teleporting magic already exists, for example, the third-order magic "dimensional movement" that can be used to escape is an example. But that kind of magic can only teleport the warlock himself. The ability to teleport other people, and several people at once, this magic—

"--I remember the sixth or fifth order has a magic that can send several people, right?"

"Yes... remember that it seems like this."

"Does the other party really..."

They have rarely heard that someone is free to use at least fifth order magic. However, Greenham accepted this speculation. If there is such an unmatched strong man, it is not difficult to understand that many dead magicians coexist peacefully. Because such a strong man, it must be easy to control or order the great magician of the dead.

Greenham felt the danger of the grave strongly, and a chill hit his heart. At the same time, there was fierce hostility towards the count who had made such a commission. Of course, it was Greenham who had to take the job themselves, knowing that there would be risks, and still took their lives as gambling books on the table. Even if it is said to be angry with others, there is no alternative.

But the count should have some level of intelligence in his hands. Otherwise, it would not pay so high, convene so many workers, and ask for a commission to investigate this grave.

"Reluctant to leak information? Wang Ba Dan... hurry and escape! This ruin... is where we shouldn't touch."

"Well, understand. Then Greenham, I'll go first, you follow."

It seems that the thief hasn't found it yet, but fortunately he didn't.

That is, these cockroaches did not move at all.

Greenham glanced at the large number of cockroaches in front of him.

Their antennae sway slightly, so they shouldn’t die, but they won’t move. An unexplained sense of darkness lingers around.

"--No, the two can't escape."

Suddenly, the voice of the third party sounded.

"who!"

Greenham and the thieves hurriedly looked around, but could not feel anyone moving.

"Oh, this is really disrespectful. I am in charge of this place under the orders of Lord Anz, named Terrorist. I also ask two of you for advice."

Looking at the direction from which the sound came, I saw a strange sight. Some object plucked the cockroach pile and was about to emerge from underneath.

Close-range weapons can't hit that far. The thief tightened his bow without saying a word, and Greenhan had planned to take out the trebuchet-but then he stopped. If he wants to go to war, he can dislodge these large swarms of cockroaches that have drowned to his waist and use an axe to slash each other.

Soon, the cockroach appeared to be pushed away, or a cockroach.

But this cockroach is clearly different from the surrounding race. This cockroach, about thirty centimeters long, stood upright with two feet. ,, ..

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