Although only possessing the strength of black iron, the terrifying sword blade was not inferior to the double-handed axe in Am's hands, swiftly cleaving through a swath of corpses as if a wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
The not-so-spacious mine tunnel was completely blocked by the two axes and a sword, and the two scouts and the thief who were supporting from the side simply withdrew.
Chris looked at "Qin Shihuang" standing behind her with pride and was about to show off when she saw the latter remain indifferent.
Sothing felt off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
And at that mont, the battle at the front had ended, and Reksen rested his double-handed sword on the ground and took a breather before saying.
"All done, we should hurry and keep moving."
"Oh, good job."
Grey Dog patted him on the shoulder as if nothing had happened and moved forward, while Reksen furrowed his brows.
Feeling more tired than usual?
Could it be that his own power had regressed?
He shook his head to cast aside the unnatural feeling of agitation.
It must be an illusion.
It's probably just that he was not in the best shape today.
Luckily, it was not just he who was off his ga, those little rats were the sa. After dropping dozens of bodies, they scread and ran away.
The ratn were mostly like that, they would swarm in and scatter just as quickly, as cannon fodder troops they were even less troubleso than goblins.
After an intense battle, the group finally arrived at the deepest part of the mine tunnel—the northern entrance of Thunder City's Underground Maze—after continuously defeating four or five waves of ratn attackers.
As soon as he stepped into this last section of the mine tunnel, Luo Yan began to sense an eerie aura slowly enveloping the surroundings.
The gloomy corners of the mine were littered with stark white bones and bodies not yet fully decomposed.
Luo Yan was all too familiar with this aura and couldn't help revealing a hint of surprise on his handso face.
He had originally thought it a good outco if these fellows managed to bring him to the entrance of the maze.
But he had not expected that they would not only deliver him to his destination, but also bring him to such a favorable location.
"Not bad."
He was worried about being unfamiliar with the local area and not finding a grave to dig, but there were ready-made ones right beneath his feet.
Luo Yan chuckled softly, reached into his chest, and pulled out the core of the Demon King Territory.
It was a dark green cone-shaped crystal.
By its appearance alone, it did not look much different from an ordinary Faith Crystal, maybe just a bit greener. However, the magic formula integrated into this green crystal was the culmination of a millennium of wisdom and effort from the academic circles of Hell's magic.
Only with this object could a territory belonging to Hell be established on land shrouded by Holy Light!
Most people on the surface only knew that the core of the Demon King Territory was a Demon God Statue but had no idea what it looked like before it was deployed.
At this mont, Chris and her companions were completely oblivious to the unusual expression on Luo Yan's face, instead, they breathed a sigh of relief that the "great task was complete."
"This should be far enough, right? We're no longer on Saint Sis's turf... Are we actually going to venture inside the maze?"
The first to break the silence was Grey Dog.
Luo Yan could tell that this sullen-faced man took a dislike to him a long ti ago, but had restrained himself from acting on it for so reason.
"That... Qin... uh..." Chris suddenly turned her head to look at the handso face and couldn't rember his na for a mont.
"Optimus Pri."
"Optimus Pri? Haha... little brother, your na is quite a mouthful." Chris laughed shyly, sowhat embarrassed.
Was that actually his na?
She couldn't rember.
But it didn't matter, after all, the na of a dead man isn't important.
"It's fine."
Luo Yan thought to himself that he actually had even harder to pronounce nas and that three syllables were actually him being considerate.
Chris took a deep breath, her lips suddenly curling into a aningful smirk.
"Have you heard? They say... the unfaithful will beco holess spirits after death."
Luo Yan: "Seems like I've heard that, what about it?"
Actually, it's the sa not just on the surface, but also in Hell.
Aside from the clergy that serve the Demon God, most humans, demons, or low-level demons lose most of their mories after death and beco Undead.
This is not always because of the casting of spells by Undead Mages, but rather, since the fall of the Netherworld in the Second Era, it has beco the fate of the vast majority of beings in this world.
To put it simply, it's like the public restroom getting smashed, and a few thieves called gods took the toilets ho. Since they don't specialize in running restrooms, toilets suddenly beca a scarce resource, so so people get to sit while others have to go right in their pants.
Those that beco Undead belong to the latter.
This includes won like Lady Susan who died wrongfully accused as witches, as well as the wretched souls who were too poor to be buried in a church, and the unlucky ones who died in places untouched by Holy Light, such as Hell or the maze.
As for the nobility, perhaps they have a special path?
He wasn't sure about the surface, but that's how it was in Hell; high-level demons hardly died, and even if they slipped up and did perish, in the next life they could be reborn as a high-level demon again.
Luo Yan suddenly realized what these fellows were up to and could barely contain his laughter.
So, it seems they were worried he might be so down-on-his-luck noble and that after his death, his soul would go straight to Saint Sis to press charges, so they planned to kill him and throw his body in the maze.
Does Saint Sis have that much spare ti?
Does he really care about such things?
Or is it that the adventurer guild has sothing like a "red na" chanism.
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