Caruso lowered his head, his whole body covered by a black robe. Several cultists glanced at Caruso but didn't take it seriously and continued walking forward.
Caruso followed behind them, trying to keep his pace and breathing consistent, and it can be said that he blended in perfectly.
Some people were leading students, some were dragging students, and everyone seemed to be gathering in the direction of the lower floors.
Caruso walked down the corridor and found that it was very long and every room was the same.
There are many painful human faces on the wall, they seem to be evil spirits
After walking to the end and going downstairs, you still have to walk through a long corridor before you can continue going downstairs.
Boom, boom, boom…
The cultist's face in Caruso's hand was scratching on the ground, leaving his face covered in blood. When he went downstairs, his head kept hitting the ground, and the sound was very rhythmic.
After walking up two floors, Caruso felt a little headache.
These human faces seem to have an impact on the mind!
Caruso was shocked.
Even with my mental strength I feel a headache, what about others
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Damn it, I can't stand it anymore, let's fight them!"
brush!
I saw an outsider who used a card to summon a suit of armor, holding a big sword in his hand, and decisively slashed at the cultist in front of him.
A strange smile suddenly appeared on the cultist's face.
Snap!
His face turned back a full 180 degrees.
He pulled out a card and threw it away.
"ah… "
"My arm, my arm..."
"I don't need head surgery!"
“Save me, save me!”
“Save me!”
brush!
Black arms stretched out from the wall and grabbed the outsider.
< Some arms had mouths on them, some were howling shadows on the walls.
"Get out of here!"
Buzz!
A golden aura exploded from the outsider's body, and the dazzling holy light made the walls crackle.
"ah!"
Screams were heard one after another, and many evil spirits withdrew their hands, while many were directly burned to ashes.
It was obvious that this outsider was a paladin.
“Die!”
Phew!
The paladin swung the golden sword in his hand and cut off the pagan's head with one blow.
Caruso was a little surprised. Are these cultists... so weak
wrong!
Caruso suddenly looked at the ground.
After the cultist was beheaded, his body fell to the ground, and his flesh and blood seemed to sink into the ground, as if being absorbed by the ground.
“Ouch!”
@-The evil spirits’ arms stretched out from the wall again. Caruso gathered all his strength and could barely see that the evil spirits’ arms seemed to be a little thicker
Damn, this venue is like a large-scale venue magic. It seems that the more cultists die, the stronger the blessing of this venue magic will be, and the stronger the spell cards that summon evil spirits will be!
However, the paladin was not completely useless. His golden light was extremely dazzling, and the walls were burnt by his holy light, and the arms became small again.
Caruso calculated in his mind that outsiders could consume the pagans and the magic of this place, so both sides would suffer losses.
However, such a powerful strategy may not be able to be consumed unless there are 120 experts.
Is it really okay to waste so much energy without even meeting the BOSS
Also, I don’t even know if this layer is important!
"Fuck, I've walked enough, let's kill them together!"
The Paladin's action was like a signal. Many people couldn't stand the long wall and the patterns on it, so they started using cards.
Someone directly summoned several huge totems. The totems were inserted into the ground. Flashes of lightning lit up, and the cultists screamed in pain.
Someone summoned some wild beasts, tree people, and other things, and green vegetation began to cover the corridors on this floor.
Soon, the vegetation began to turn black, but it also blocked out the terrifying faces.
“Whirlwind!”
"For the tribe!"
“Holy Light!”
|-"For the ancestors."
"Goddess!"
[WEB] Chapter 041: Breaking the Illusion
Strange cries came from the mouths of those outsiders.
How many people are there on this floor? There are about thirty people, with a variety of professions. In addition to the common ones in Caruso, there are even professions such as warlocks and shamans.
The cultists were in a stalemate with them, and cards were flying everywhere.
Soon, casualties among outsiders began to appear on the scene, and the cultists going up and down the stairs began to recruit more people here in an endless stream.
No, they can die, but they can't die so meaninglessly.
This dungeon requires many people to conquer together!
Caruso instinctively reached into his arms.
At this moment, faint red lines appeared on Caruso's face.
When the lines were not revealed too much, Caruso suddenly felt something was wrong.
What about barrage
Caruso took out a card and poured a little bit of magic power into it. In an instant, the scene in front of him began to shatter.
[Boss Ka, Boss Ka, please move! ]
[What's going on?]
[Fuck, I got caught? ]
[Didn't Mr. Ka skip the first level and wear the opponent's clothes? ]
[Nima, these bastards look at me with a bit of fear]
[Is Mr. Ka going to fail?]
[If Mr. Ka doesn't react in time and these things come to kill him... Shit! ]
After Carlosso woke up, he was also slightly surprised.
He saw that all the cultists in the corridor were looking at him with cold eyes!
Regardless of whether the people the cultists were holding were dead or alive, their hands were tied with iron chains, with the cultists holding one end.
Caruso silently took out a chain from his clothes and tied up the cultist who was knocked unconscious behind him.
Snap!
The cultists turned their heads back at the same time and continued to move forward, and Caruso breathed a sigh of relief.
I was right. The effects of this place's magic can affect me personally, and only the cultists are immune to it.
Just now, when I was walking, I forgot something very important: barrage!
Phew, luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise I would really have to fight them here.
So, is it just my imagination that this wall can absorb corpses, or is it really like this
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Soon, everyone reached the end of the corridor. There were four doors at the end. The cultists went through different doors, and there seemed to be no pattern.
Caruso gathered his strength and observed the people they brought with them.
Among them, all the outsiders that Caruso could recognize were taken to the fourth door.
Could it be, ordinary people, first level, second level, third level
Caruso followed some cultists and walked into the third-level door.
This is a huge room with many bronze chairs. Apart from the chairs, there is nothing else in it. It is a completely blank room.
Those outsiders all had happy expressions on their faces and sat on the chairs voluntarily.
What is certain is that these people's mental strength is not as good as Caruso's, and Caruso was still not awake for more than ten minutes after he woke up.
The cultists tied them to chairs with chains, even the bodies were tied to chairs. Caruso followed suit and put the cultists he had captured on the chairs as well.
After the cultists finished tying people up, they left the room one by one.
Phew, only seven familiar faces. Where is Nimer
Caruso seized the moment and walked over to an outsider he knew after the last cultist went out.
Bang!
Caruso slapped the man in the face, and he was stunned and woke up.
Seeing himself tied to a chair, he instinctively struggled.
Damn it, what’s going on? Didn’t I just turn the tide and kill everyone
Caruso quickly ran to another familiar person.
Bang!
Another slap in the face, and the man was also awakened by Caruso.
"Hey, why are you hitting me?" the first outsider yelled.
Caruso ignored him and quickly left the room. He still had to mingle among that group of people.
The two looked at each other and found that they were classmates. Number One said quickly: "We were just tricked!"
"Yeah!" Number Two nodded quickly: "This mental attack is hard to defend against. I didn't see them use the card."
"Could it be placed secretly, or is it a field magic card?" Number One frowned.
"Field Magic Card?" Number Two was shocked: "Isn't this what we are supposed to experience?"
"In a dungeon with 120 people, anything can happen." A card appeared in No. 1's hand. He poured magic power into it and struggled hard.
Snap! The chain broke!
"Never mind, let's save people first. Don't forget our mission, which is to destroy Caruso and conquer the dungeon." Number One came to Number Two and pulled the chain off his hand.
"That guy just now was so weird. We were all under mental attack. If he didn't hit us, we don't know when we would wake up." Number Two complained.
"Hehe, maybe he's an idiot." Number One said casually.
"Wait, could it be one of ours?" Number Two suddenly thought of a possibility.
"What's your occupation?" asked No. 1.