Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

On the mottled stone walls, there were patterns they couldn't understand.

In the winding and gloomy corridors, every few meters, there was some kind of unknown, strange luminous body, flickering with a faint glow, providing a pitiful amount of light. Find more adventures on m|vl-em,pyr

From the darkness of the ceiling, the sound of "drip, drip" could be heard from time to time.

Cold water droplets fell from the cracks onto the necks and backs of the people below, making them shiver all over.

On the uneven and pitted maze floor, one could occasionally see traces of undried blood, remains of bones, and fragments of weapons, seemingly telling the new intruders about the fierce battles that had taken place here before.

This scene inside the dungeon was actually somewhat familiar to the Shadow Nuns and Death Heralds who had just teleported in.

The Death Heralds immediately chanted fire magic, and in an instant, lanterns dispelled the darkness of the passage, bringing a large area of light.

Of course, the light of the flames seemed to only extend about five meters before being blocked by some kind of rule power, unable to advance any further.

Further away, there was still a piece of darkness, and in the darkness, one could vaguely hear the roars of monsters, the squirming of bones, and the piercing sound of some kind of claws rubbing against the walls.

The newly opened deep area of the dungeon had expanded considerably in both the area of the passages and the range of the monster zones compared to the shallow layers.

Just like the current passage, if walking side by side, it could easily accommodate more than forty people at the same time.

This information all came from the adventurers on the first day.

It was precisely because of this that the two major forces chose the human wave tactic and pulled together a team of three hundred people at once.

The team, illuminated by torches, was advancing in an orderly manner.

Soon they arrived at the first fan-shaped large plaza. In the fan-shaped area directly ahead, many, many bones seemed to sense their arrival and immediately started moving, forming skeletons one by one, crawling up from the ground.

Undead monsters!

This point was also the same as the information provided by the adventurers on the first day. The types of monsters in the deep areas had not changed.

It's just that the number had increased somewhat.

There were more than twenty undead in front of them, starting to hold bone blades and killing the team of intruders.

Facing the monsters, the Shadow Nuns made the first move.

They didn't go up themselves but threw out the chains in their hands. The moment the nuns loosened the locks, the shadow patterns on the bodies of the male slaves who had been forced to join the Shadow Tribe immediately began to burn, making them let out painful howls.

But correspondingly, the bodies of these male slaves began to swell, and their strength surged, becoming frenzied, like a bunch of crazy people who didn't care about their lives, also howling and rushing towards the skeletons.

Under the shadow enhancement of the nuns, these males, one by one, had combat power not much inferior to the skeleton soldiers. More importantly, some male slaves, even if their abdomens were pierced by bone blades, seemed to have no pain at all and instead continued to attack in a frenzy.

No matter how many wounds they had on their bodies, it would not slow down their movements, just like another kind of monster.

More than ten minutes later, the battle ended. The more than twenty skeleton soldiers were all down now, while the nuns' side had paid the price of more than ten male slaves. In their eyes, this kind of casualty ratio was undoubtedly very cost-effective.

The male slaves who remained, after the battle ended, only then regained their senses. The pain from the injuries they had suffered before all came rushing in, leaving them sweating profusely and in agony.

But in the eyes of the nuns, this was just a part of their penance and cultivation. Or rather, these male slaves were brought in by the nuns in the first place to be used as consumables for their trial and error.

After the monsters were eliminated, the treasure chests appeared.

The nuns were not in a hurry to open them but continued to command their subordinate disciples, forcing the male slaves to go and check.

No matter how reluctant and angry they were, because they were shackled with shadow curse fetters, they could not resist and could only carry out the orders of their nun masters.

One of the Shadow Disciples, as he approached the treasure chest, suddenly felt weightless underfoot. The ground actually caved in, causing him to fall directly with a load cry.

In the next moment, a "squish" sound was heard. When they went to check again, all that remained was the corpse of the male slave who had triggered the ground spike trap, his body drenched in blood on the spikes.

A trap!

The deep area had many more strange traps than the shallow area. A moment of carelessness could lead to death. Many Death Heralds in the same team were terrified by this scene, and at the same time, they also sighed that bringing along this group of nuns from the Shadow Tribe was indeed of great help.

After all, the most formidable thing about traps was that they were difficult to detect and could suddenly ambush someone. But these nuns brought so many slaves down with them, each one the best scapegoat to easily scout out the way ahead for them.

If there was a trap, just let the slaves step on it.

Human lives became the cheapest consumables here.

In this way, with the Shadow Disciples scouting the way, the team was indeed much more at ease and easily reached the farthest point that the adventurers from small and medium-sized factions could reach on the first day.

Beyond that, there was no more intelligence. It was a completely new and unknown area.

But now, neither the nuns nor the Death Heralds had any intention of turning back. Instead, they were eager to continue exploring.

There was no other reason. Just the treasures in the deep were the best stimulant for them.

The crimson healing potion had a concentration they had never seen before. The nuns only needed to drink a mouthful to feel as if their whole body was ascending, with every cell rejoicing. And the ocean-blue mana potion was an even better stimulant for them, even showing signs of loosening their restrained bottleneck.