"What should we do now?!" Rosdam's original plan was messed up by Garen, and now he doesn't know how to solve it.
Daryl glanced back at him, but didn't speak, but his eyes could make him clearly recognize many complicated meanings.
"Keep running, don't be impatient, I have one last safety measure."
"Okay." Rosedam nodded.
In addition to the abnormal physical strength of the two of them, Koenna had only exhaled air and not inhaled air in this short period of less than ten minutes of sprinting. His eyes turned white, but his legs were still running, producing a jaw-dropping speed.
If you look carefully, you can see a thin black halo flickering slightly on the edge of his legs.
But even so, he was speechless at this moment, and could only pant quickly like a bellows.
The passage was completely dark, with only a glimmer of light radiating from the pages in front of it.
The walls on both sides are getting narrower and narrower, from nearly five meters at the beginning to only one meter thin now.
The stone balls that appeared in front became more and more flat, and could no longer be called stone balls, but stone wheels.
The hurried footsteps of the three kept echoing in the passage. Seeing that Cohen was dying, Rosdam turned his head and patted him on the shoulder lightly.
"I can temporarily overdraw your physical strength tomorrow, but you will need to rest for a week before you can recover. Remember."
Cohen nodded fiercely, and suddenly felt that his whole body was full of energy, and the exhaustion just now was swept away, replaced by unparalleled physical strength.
"It's so cool!!" He couldn't help moaning.
"Go right!!" Daryl yelled.
The three rolled to the right resolutely, crossed a turning point that appeared ahead, and rolled to the left into a dark shadow depression.
Boom boom boom.
Three consecutive stone wheels roared and rolled back. directly fills the entire channel.
He could vaguely hear the old man's shouting from far behind him.
"Destiny"
The three of them didn't dare to stop at all, they climbed out of the shadow depression and continued to run forward. The shadow depression instantly returned to an ordinary stone wall after they came out, and they couldn't see where the previous depression was at all.
"It's amazing!" Cohen began to be energetic again after regaining his vitality.
"The power of the page of the most written document is endless, and Daryl uses its power to temporarily pull us into an area that no one can step into, so as to avoid the stone wheel." Rothdam explained.
"What is the principle?"
Boom! !
A huge explosion sounded behind him, interrupting his questioning.
"Hurry up!!" Daryl suddenly shouted, "Jump forward one hundred meters ahead! Don't worry about anything! Jump forward! Go all out!"
The speed of the three of them was astonishingly fast, like a black lightning in the tunnel. At this moment, even their bodies seemed to be twisted and stretched. A distance of one hundred meters.
Whoosh! !
Ahead was a blocked passage wall, with no way out at all.
After the three of them turned around the winding passage, Daryl was the first to jump up and leap towards the wall.
Hiss!
After a noise, it seems to be the signal noise when the radio does not receive any stations.
She flew up, and at the moment when she was about to hit the stone wall, she plunged into the wall, as if jumping into the water, and disappeared directly.
Rosdam also flew up without any hesitation, and jumped in together, as if the wall and stone were just an illusion, and the front was not actually a stone wall, but a water wall.
Kohenna didn't have time to react, his legs didn't listen to his command at all, and he flew towards the stone wall with him.
ah ah! !
He screamed loudly, and then instantly burrowed into the stone wall and disappeared.
Almost instantly, a touch of gold rushed into this blind spot from behind, stopping the figure instantly.
Garen glanced around, but found no signs. He lightly scratched the ground with his toes, and saw the footprints left by the three of them.
He glanced at the dead wall in front of him.
His figure suddenly flashed in front of the wall, with a punch! !
Boom! !
There was a huge earthquake in the underground tunnel, shaking violently. A large amount of lime dust flew up and spread everywhere. The wind blew past, the dust settled, and a huge spider web crack appeared on the wall.
In the middle of the spider web, there is a clear hole that sinks into an unknown depth.
Garen pulled his leather-gloved right arm from the wall and moved his shoulder. His right arm was completely submerged on the wall just now, up to his shoulder.
"Really?" He asked in confusion.
Scan left and right.
His eyes seemed to be filled with ferocious and powerful power in the darkness, and a few panicked mice were swept away by his eyes, and their bodies suddenly stiffened, sluggish and motionless.
boom! !
He punched the wall again.
Boom boom boom! ! !
Punch after punch.
Rumbling vibrations and huge explosions constantly shook the entire underground passage.
Garen smashed his fists violently on the wall. His hands were like the hardest and most powerful earth planers, digging out a tall, dark hole in the wall.
Suddenly he stopped moving and looked back.
Crack, crack, crack.
The clear sound of the cane being placed on the ground came from behind Garen.
The figure of the mysterious old man slowly appeared at the bend at the end of the tunnel. He held a brown wooden crutch with a goat's skull in his hand, and looked at Garen calmly.
"Are you a mortal?"
The old man asked in very awkward and weird International American English.
His eyes looked surprised, puzzled, with a hint of disbelief.
hey-hey.
Garen grinned grimly, pulled his arm out of the wall stone, turned around, and immediately brought down a large piece of rubble.
"Tell me, where did they go?" Garen stared at the old man like a lion staring at its prey.
"I don't know." The old man shook his head, "Although I don't know where they went, I know they will come back here."
He looked Garen from top to bottom again.
"Mortal, you have an unbelievably large body and will. Can you tell me how you got all this?"
A mysterious, completely invisible inexplicable power began to surge from his body.
"In exchange, I can teach you the source of my power."
"Oh!" Garen patted the ashes on his hands, showing a strange smile. This is his first real contact with high-end powerful people in this world. Compared with those blood races before, this old man in front of him seems to be surrounded by a mysterious force field all the time, it seems to be a circle of flowing gravity, and Like a volcanic magma about to erupt. It can even give people a more mysterious feeling.
Garen couldn't tell what it was.
"Isn't your power only available to women?"
"You are very clear, in fact, both witches and us men can actually use the power of our ancestors. The only difference is that women have a much higher success rate, and most of the excessive desires of men will not be able to find peace, and will instead disturb the operation of the power of our ancestors. "The old man explained, "So even if the desire for women is too strong, it is impossible to withstand the infusion of the power of the ancestors."
"Are you sure they will come back?" Garen asked again.
"Of course. This is the jumping point, they can't get out of here." The old man nodded.
Garen believed him, because the old man's purpose was obviously the same as his, which was also to chase the page in the hands of the three people in front. Since the other party is not in a hurry standing here, it is certain that what he said should be right.
"Then what is that black page?"
Hearing this, the old man froze slightly.
"You're chasing him without even knowing what it is?" He looked at Garen in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that there were such people in this world.
"Are you not afraid of something that is harmful to you?"
"The so-called harmfulness is nothing more than a stimulus to your strength." Garen shrugged, "As long as you are strong enough, then the harmfulness can only become a stronger nutrient to stimulate yourself."
"That would consume one's life, even a vampire wouldn't dare to grow like this." The old man said in a low voice.
"That's my business." Garen smiled slightly. "Now, tell me, what is that floating black page?"
The two stopped talking for a while, just confronting each other.
At the end of this passage, the two are like stone statues, their spirits are concentrated on each other, motionless.
For a long time, I don't know how much time has passed.
The old man opened his mouth slowly. This time, his spoken English was much better than before.
"That is the page of the most important document, the book of ancestors that records the knowledge of the mysterious and unknown world according to rumors."
"What is the use?"
The old man didn't answer right away, but took a deep look at Garen.
"Your greed will lead you into the abyss."
"The abyss can't stop me." Garen grinned, his white teeth could be seen faintly in the darkness.
"You are too arrogant." The old man clenched his cane tightly.
"Which one is stronger, you or the blood race?" Garen suddenly asked a very jumpy question.
"Hmph!" The old man snorted coldly, a trace of black flashed in his eyes. He raised his crutches high and slammed down hard.
It seemed that the speed was very slow, but in just a split second, his crutch touched the ground like a phantom.
Snapped! !
In the crisp crashing sound.
Garen's figure moved in response.
Like a flashing black snake and an arrow that is off its string, it rushed towards the opponent like lightning.
His hands were clasped into claws, and there was a sharp whistling sound in the air, several white air currents pierced the air loudly.
In the darkness, his eyeballs suddenly flashed a red light, as if something was emitting light from the inside of the eyeballs, the red color was extremely terrifying.
Boom!
Amid the dull impact sound, the paw slammed down less than one meter in front of the old man, and then paused for an instant.
"The power of entanglement!" The old man shouted loudly, without any light and shadow, and no movement could be seen.
In the darkness, all I could hear was the sound of the cane slamming on the ground, echoing constantly in the tunnel.
Everything seemed to be just an illusion, there was no light, nothing unusual, the old man took the initiative to step back and looked at Garen with a calm expression.
He didn't make any unnecessary movements, just staring quietly. But this kind of gaze seems to have an invisible force at work.
(end of this chapter)