Chapter 592 The Last Holy Communion

The search did not last long. Ron quickly observed that a ring appeared instantly after a weak distortion in the space, joining the flashing team of three other "companions", and above them, one side led to the dark space. The portal is open to visitors who have not reserved a reservation.

"Even standing here, the aura of evil still makes my bones tremble," the pastor said, holding a Hell's Angel kite and looking very ugly. "It's such a scary world."

"I feel like a breath of spring breeze." Sylvia bared a pair of fangs and stood at the door with her arms folded across her chest, blowing in the coolness leaking from inside. "Tell me, should I kill the night neighing hound?" They are summoned to deliver some dark speech full of evil atmosphere?”

"For example, 'the mistress has returned to her loyal territory'?" Ivy sneered, "Don't make trouble Sylvia, it's not your castle inside, it has an owner."

"Didn't it turn out that there was an owner here?" The vampire glanced at Ron with a smile, "But didn't the benefactor take it down?"

"You are optimistic." The half-elf raised the flaming sword in his hand like a torch and stepped into the portal first. "Miss Gilennis, do you want to come in too?"

"I will be the last one to enter, don't worry about me," the moon elf nodded towards Sera and Drayford, who were already eager to try, "I will confirm the stability of the portal."

Several members of Ron's team filed in according to the order of normal exploration. When Ron entered, several night hounds had been ordered by Sylvia to fly out in all directions.

A few minutes later, Gilenis also stepped into the space. As usual, the moon elf flew in with his sword in the air, his lake-blue eyes flashing with the arcane light, scanning the surrounding environment.

The field of view was not wide, even for Gillianis, who stood taller. The two sides of the crowd were covered with slanted and collapsed stone houses, and beneath their feet was a broken stone street overgrown with wild grass and moss, extending into the distance.

In the darkness at the end of the street, under the light of the flaming sword, you can vaguely see a shadow that is darker than the surrounding darkness, outlined at the limit of your field of vision like a devil's cave.

"That's the Lich's 'temple' there, right?" Drayford squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. The darkness here was quite difficult for even a race with dark vision to look at. "The atmosphere is quite suitable, tsk." ”

"This is below the land of delusion," Gilenis heard. "Liches pursue power at all costs and escape from the shadow of death, but they cannot escape the darkness of reality - their souls are bound to the mortal world, and Their existence will not be tolerated in the mortal sunlight."

"But it seems like there is another meaning here?"

"Victims of the past serve as lessons for us."

Ron suddenly stopped and stared at a simple graffiti on the wall beside him at knee level.

It might have been a child's masterpiece once, but I don't know what kind of chance it happened to survive. The content of the painting is very simple: the sun, clouds, houses, stick figures, and a dragon.

The man and the dragon in the painting appear as a whole. Although the graffiti cannot reflect the expression, at least it does not express an opposing scene between the two sides.

The residents here once loved the dracolich as much as those who wanted to implant humans, but the lich had no intention of letting them go - as evidenced by the dilapidated ruins here. However, Ron and the others have not found any undead creatures or corpses so far, and there are no traces of those residents among the ruined streets and alleys.

"Maybe it turned into gravel over time," Ivy sighed softly, "These people don't have dormant cells for planting people."

Along the way, except for the sound of footsteps and the friction of armor, there was almost no other sound. Such calm obviously did not allow people to relax their vigilance. Ron and others cast their eyes one after another on the getting closer and closer. "Devil's Cave", but even that building didn't make a sound.

"There is no news about the enemy in the news from the night barking hounds," Sylvia whispered, "...Benefactor, could this be a trap?"

"The maintenance of the portal passage is very stable. If it is a trap, the escape route should at least be sealed." Gilenis swung her sword and opened the wall of a house next to her like cutting through paper, observing inside. "But it didn't even try, not even a bit."

But the houses on both sides were lined up one after another without leaving any gaps. This appearance was simply... tempting them to move forward.

Ivy used her long sword to open the door of the huge house at the end of the road, and images of people came to them as promised.

They are all mortals, even ordinary people. They may be a certain subspecies of human beings, and the joints on their bodies are abnormally thick. The only unusual thing is that their bodies are intact and still in the same condition as when they were alive. They were dressed in fine clothes, and many of them raised their wine glasses to greet each other, while others kept using tableware and continued their unfinished meal.

Even if there is nothing left on the plate in front of them.

"This is a communion. They are holding a sacrificial ceremony here. The object is that." Victoria looked at the end of the banquet hall. A huge black dragon relief was displayed there, which looked so majestic. It was huge, holding up the sunset and the night behind it. One of its front paws stretched out, covering the town, rivers and mountains below. Even the lingering black air was vividly portrayed. Countless creatures walked out of the black fog and merged into the town below.

"I have seen a lot of religious paintings, but this is the first time I have seen a lich praised as the god of creation," Heim's priest licked his lips, "Even so, the dragon lich doesn't want to let them go?"

"The lich itself is distorted. Besides, how can the power that others praise compare to the power that you really control?" Ron stretched out his hand and threw a flaming arrow, accurately hitting the eyes of the relief, but without leaving any trace.

But with the flash of fire, everyone saw a figure, passing through the dead crowd behind them like a ghost, and disappeared in the depths of another corridor!

Several plates and several "diners" were smashed into pieces of varying sizes, leaving clear traces of escape. And several people in the team saw more: behind the figure, a long piece of rag was dragging!

"Who's there!" Sera's low roar resounded throughout the building under the effect of the hall structure. (End of this chapter)