With that thought, Rod shouted:
"I’ve found it! The Monster Ash of the Plague Demon."
Roger, holding a tiny orange-red fla in his hands, was carefully healing the Shielded Warrior and Eve without turning his head, he answered:
"Put it in the Ash Urn, it’s part of our spoils of war, which we can distribute when we return."
The Ash Urn is made of Red Stone, designed to prevent the power of the ashes from leaking or being polluted.
Rod didn’t carry such an item, but he found one on Keith—
The fellow had just turned into a green giant, having burst all his clothes, including his underwear, which was very eye-catching, and thereby allowing Rod to easily spot the red box tied around his waist.
After putting the Monster Ash of the Plague Demon into the urn, Rod asked, "What do we do now?"
"I’ll need another quarter hour; you take a look around and see if there’s any other loot. This place was chosen by the Plague Demon as its nest, there might be sothing special about it."
Rod glanced into the profound darkness, similar to ink, and hesitated, "I’m not going to run into sothing spooky, am I?"
After hearing this, Roger couldn’t help but feel both annoyed and amused:
"Aren’t you a full-fledged Spiritual Visionary? Why would you ask that? For so reason, I always get a contradictory vibe from you, like a kid driving a big Spirit Car, not quite fitting in."
Rod scratched his head; indeed, he had not fully adjusted to his identity and the power he possessed.
Roger softened his voice, then added, "Don’t worry, there usually isn’t any danger near a powerful monster."
That made sense.
Rod thus confidently began his investigation of the vicinity.
He walked for a mont and, imitating Sherlock Hols, picked up a clump of soil from the ground.
It appeared to have decayed, sparse and lacking any stickiness.
Beneath the soil, there were blue stones that were quite smooth, seemingly not of natural origin, bearing pockmarked signs of corrosion and looking ancient.
This place resembled an abandoned reservoir, but its depth was absurd.
Unable to help himself, Rod asked, "Captain, is this the bottom layer of the sewer?"
"How could that be? This is the surface layer; the bottom layer is filled with countless terrifying things that we’re not ant to visit."
Rod clicked his tongue, "Why is there such a deep place beneath the Royal City? Why would the sewer be built like this? It’s like an Underground City."
"I don’t know either. Your question might be of great interest to the Ash Diggers school."
"Ash Diggers school?"
"Those who specialize in studying and excavating the history of the Royal City."
Rod found this odd: "Aren’t you guys familiar with the history of the Royal City?"
"That’s what’s curious about you." Roger laughed: "What do you an ’you guys’?"
A tightness gripped Rod’s heart, he had misspoken without thinking, but fortunately, Roger didn’t mind and calmly said,
"Indeed, we don’t understand the Royal City; this city is filled with too many secrets. Legend has it that it was built by the Giant Clan during the God’s Epoch, and only ca under human rule during the Fire Epoch. Later, when the human hero Trolian placed the Holy Fire here and established Trolian Royal City, it was an even later era."
"Much of history’s inheritance was lost in the lengthy passage of ti, and every major disaster was a destruction to civilization. We can only unearth so truths from the remaining records, and that’s what the Ash Diggers school dedicates itself to."
"So surviving records suggest that the Royal City is very deep underground, possibly even connecting to the Abyss. Of course, I personally don’t believe that. I’d rather think that the waste from the Giants was so substantial that they had to construct this deep underground system. It’s just that ti has passed for so long, the Black Fog has turned so of the Giant waste into monsters, thus hindering our further exploration of the Royal City underground."
The last sentence made both of them laugh, also easing the chill and confusion that Rod felt when peering into the vast darkness.
Chatting casually, the two quickly beca familiar with each other.
Rod learned that Roger was a Jinworth Academy student of Class 1313, kicked out for accidentally killing a teammate during a mission.
Although he had a good Soul Trait, combining dical, Purification, Dispel, and Enhancent functions, every army refused him, and recruiters even directly told him they didn’t need warriors who couldn’t be trusted to have their backs.
He could only join a Hunter Group and beca a Hunter.
But since his Soul Trait wasn’t suitable for that profession, he remained a Second Level Hunter to this day.
Eve was an orphan he took in during a mission, her parents brutally murdered by Doomsday believers after they refused to cooperate.
Even worse, after Eve was fortunate enough to join the Academy, she was expelled for so unforgivable mistake by Jinworth Academy.
The incident had a trendous impact on her, and in three years, she hardly ever smiled.
Roger believed the only way to make her laugh was to find her an excellent husband, and he thought Rod was a perfect match, continuously praising how outstanding Eve was.
Rod could only turn a deaf ear and walk further away.
He rembered that the Plague Demon had first been lying in a graveyard, where perhaps there might be sothing to be discovered.
Soon, Rod found the graveyard.
It was in the very center of this area, already blasted to pieces, but remnants of the carcass still indicated that the tomb had been massive.
Rod peeked inside, empty, with nothing to be seen.
Just as he was about to retract his head, his heartbeat suddenly skipped half a beat.
A strong palpitation ca over him, sothing inside the grave was drawing him in!
And this feeling, he was very familiar with it!
This... could this be a fragnt of the Dream Realm?
But I didn’t see any patterns of lightning? There aren’t any cult rituals here either.
The calling grew stronger, just like that day.
Rod couldn’t help but jump down, and the mont his feet touched the ground, a familiar scorching sensation ca to him, as if sothing hot had pierced into his body.
His vision went dark, and a number of stagnant images appeared before his eyes:
In an abyss of unfathomable darkness, a huge tomb lay silently in the center.
One by one, unknown creatures either entered or exited.
Until a yellow-green shadow flew into the grave.
The vision disappeared, and the strange sensation faded.
Rod ca back to his senses, the images revealing a simple ssage: a large number of unknown monsters were coming and going from this tomb, and the Plague Demon was the last.
From afar ca Roger’s shout, "Rod, where did you go?"
Rod did not answer, raising his right hand, and the lantern at his waist illuminated the back of his hand.
On the back of his hand, black lines intertwined up and down, forming a huge pupil.
The pattern of an eye had appeared once again!
Just like the one he had seen when the Red Stone Village transfer group was annihilated!
What’s happening here?
Could there be two altars?
Countless conjectures echoed in his mind, preventing him from imdiately responding to Roger’s call.
A few dozen seconds later.
"What are you doing here?"
Roger appeared above the grave, an orange-red fireball floating above his head, illuminating them.
"Why won’t you answer ?"
Rod was startled out of his thoughts, forcibly gathering his mind, and said awkwardly with a smile, "I was too focused, thinking I might discover sothing here."
Roger’s face was a bit pale, and he said unhappily, "This kind of abnormal behavior is very dangerous! Suddenly not talking, showing strange behavior, are signs of being infected, of corruption. In tense situations, you might be attacked directly."
"However, this operation is indeed extrely dangerous. I suggest that when you return, you should go to the Soul Church for a thorough and in-depth checkup. An anomaly in the soul is the most dangerous. The sooner it is detected and treated, the better. Once the corruption deepens, you will only have Red Pills to take."
Feeling a chill go down his spine, Rod was reminded of the trialist during the Fire Trial by Roger’s words.
He swiftly discarded that thought, not wanting to rember the scene where the poor man’s ashes were packed into a red box.
"Have they stabilized?"
Rod asked.
"Can we leave now?"
Roger nodded, "Stabilized. Let’s hurry back, without Eve this place just reeks of death, and I can’t stand it for a second longer. That’s why I say, Eve is truly the most perfect woman, even shit slls sweet when she’s around..."
Bro, please stop!
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