The two stared at each other for a moment in the face of the horrifying scene, as if they were mourning for themselves, before resignedly walking inside.

At this moment, they had completely entered an underground palace.

The surrounding space was much more open than outside the entrance, and there were more statues and pottery as decorations, with rusty copper coins in the corners.

This place looks like a long-abandoned underground shelter. The castle on the surface has converted part of the underground area into a sewer system as a hiding place, but it seems to be much larger, with its area always extending deeper and deeper, making it impossible to know what else is hidden inside.

There was good news, though. Less than ten minutes into their journey, they found several soldiers' bodies at the foot of a rock wall. They didn't know if they were real soldiers, but they were wearing those ridiculous clothes. At least there were some short knives scattered around the bodies, though they were a bit rusty.

For Gikonno, although the thing was a bit heavy, at least it could replace the sticky, poor-quality leg bone in his hand.

He didn't waste any words with Number Three. At this point, everyone could sense it more or less. As the group continued deeper, the damp, rotten smell in the air was replaced by the stench of blood. Especially when they stopped at certain moments, the strange feeling of being stared at became even more intense.

He Yu was afraid they would be so nervous they would suffocate, since the atmosphere wasn't very good. He thought for a moment and decided to talk about something pleasant: "You two are a good match."

"Thank you... ah?" Gikono responded subconsciously, then realized what she had done and looked at him as if she had swallowed poison.

The surroundings were deathly silent for a few seconds.

“He saved my life. I was injured when I was taken to the castle.” Number Three laughed out loud. He usually had a cold face, as if every second he lived in this world was a suffering: “At that time, I had just escaped from the Church of the Holy Sepulchre and was almost cut to pieces by the priest.”

He Yu shrugged. Fine, he guessed wrong. He thought they were a pair of star-crossed lovers.

The tragedy occurred as they were crossing a corridor.

The passageway was as wide as the underground hall, about seven or eight meters in size, and both sides were decorated with exquisitely carved human head ornaments, no less luxurious than those in the dungeon. Instead of torches, the walls were hung with reusable crystal lamps, clearly a result of careful workmanship.

This place looks like it was once above ground, but suffered some unspeakable disaster, and then sank underground along with the undeveloped civilization—it's very theatrical, isn't it? If He Yu were the planner, he would definitely design it like this; it's much more tasteful than Beelzebub.

He looked at the murals on the dome, and Gikono also went over to take a look. He had been worried and afraid all the way, but there is a saying that those things that make you feel desperate are often the secret to rapid growth.

"The painting on it looks like the statue we saw before." He looked up for a long time until his eyes started to sting.

The figures in the mural are dressed very elegantly, which is completely incongruous with their distorted and morbid faces. Their appearance is the same as that of the statues. Perhaps they were originally normal and noble people, but one day they were suddenly maliciously distorted and monsters were put into their bodies, creating a group of deformed creatures.

The third comment was that there are many such statues in the church, and they are like the signs of Jerusalem.

According to He Yu, the light here is so dim and flickering, it's as if some insects have crawled into the crystal lamps, making the light appear patchy and the darkness even darker, which easily creates visual illusions. It's truly a great place for a sneak attack.

They were like food served on a table; the corridor was a specially designed trap. Soon, a giant creature would descend from the sky, swallow them all whole, and they would all be excreted as excrement, resulting in a happy ending for everyone.

"How's my plot? Do you think that idiot Beelzebub will arrange it like this?"

And that's when they encountered that thing.

At that moment, Gikonno was walking into a large hall where there were even more statues, their expressions even more ferocious than those seen outside the crypt, as if they might crawl out from a corner at any moment and devour you alive.

That thing had clearly been hiding for a while and observing for some time.

When He Yu and his group reached the center, it suddenly darted out from behind a statue with astonishing speed and clear purpose. It walked at the front and turned back to say something to Jikeno.

Number Three reacted extremely quickly, reaching out to grab the back of his collar, but it was too late.

It didn't manage to bite through Jikeno's head, but it ripped off his entire arm and slammed it into his body.

He Yu was right next to him, surprised that he hadn't sensed anything. At the same time, he flicked his thumb and used the thread to tie up the ghostly thing.

Good for you, my friend. So quiet. Don't you have a heartbeat? Even the 659 inside me is feeling strange, as if it has discovered some new species and is eager to come out and see it for itself.

As the thread tightened, it let out a scream, writhed wildly, and then its skin was torn open.

Gikonor was dragged to the ground, letting out a wail like a broken gong, and crawled backward with his only remaining arm.

Number Three quickly led him to the empty wall away from the statue, but after only one glance, he realized that he was beyond saving.

In those few seconds, Gikonno's right arm, along with several ribs in his chest, was completely torn off.

He Yu cut off the thing's head directly. After it stopped moving, he walked over and left several long black marks on the ground. He squatted down, reached out and dipped his hand in the dirt, then put it in his mouth.

"ink?"

Then, Number Three froze on the spot, staring blankly at a certain place in the darkness.

The monsters didn't leave at all; they remained here, crowding the other side of the passageway.

Only now could he finally see what it looked like. It was a huge, jet-black creature with scales all over its skin. It was about three meters tall and looked like a snake, but it also had the head of a dog. Its white eyes, which were bloodshot and oozed toxic pus.

Damn it, who on earth did this drug overdose and created this hybrid monster?

Number Three stared at the thing. The weapons he possessed were practically insignificant. Gikon was still screaming in agony. The air was thick with the smell of blood. It was warm and humid, but at this moment he felt a chill creeping into his very bones.

They just squatted there, displaying their greedy posture in this hellish drama, and then followed the aroma of flesh and blood to this place.

Number Three gripped his short sword tightly. In a daze, he seemed to hear someone sighing helplessly.

"Damn, so you guys can eat that too."

He Yu slapped his forehead, feeling a real headache coming on. He had originally planned to leave these two idiots behind.