ambush!

It's an orc!

"Fuck you green-skinned bastards!" Enzo's roar was like thunder, and his short and strong body burst out at maximum speed.

The rune forging hammer was swung upwards with a sharp scream that tore through the air and a sudden burst of black light!

"clang!!!"

“Bang—!”

A throwing axe burning with green flames was accurately hit by the rune forging hammer. The huge force made the throwing axe spin and fly out at an angle, embedding heavily into the stone wall on the side, and green flames splashed everywhere!

Enzo dodged the other thrown axe with a clumsy but timely ducking and rolling, and it flew past his mithril shoulder armor, raising a trail of sparks!

Mark's response was even faster!

At the moment the sound of the blowpipe breaking through the air was heard, he swung his left hand, which was holding the cross necklace tightly, forward!

“Buzz!”

The colorful black light surged!

The cross necklace instantly stretched and deformed, turning into a huge cross shield, standing in front of him like a giant wall!

“Ding ding ding ding——!”

The poisoned darts rained down on the giant shield, making dense and crisp sounds like frying beans!

The sinister power contained in the arrow collided violently with the colorful black light of the arm shield, splashing out bits of dark green sparks, which were then annihilated by the domineering colorful black light!

I don't know what level the orc who released the blowgun dart was. The huge impact force generated by the blowgun dart was enough to make Mark's arm numb. The slippery stone steps under his feet made him slide back half a step!

This feeling of strength is comparable to that of Spencer, the Asian dragon who has just entered the advanced level!

“Swoosh!” “Swoosh!”

“Puff!”

Almost at the same time as Mark blocked, Anna's arrow and Monica's dagger counterattacked like poisonous snakes!

A magic-breaking arrow wrapped in natural magic power accurately hit the shadow on the left side of the door, and a suppressed groan of an orc was heard!

Monica's figure was like a ghost blending into the shadows, and she instantly appeared at the edge of the door. The poisoned dagger pierced into a vague outline in the shadow on the right like lightning!

"Ah!" A painful orc roared, accompanied by the dull sound of a sharp blade entering flesh.

"Rush in! Don't get blocked at the door!" Monica's cold voice exploded in the mental link.

The team had no choice, so Mark took the black box from the door.

The team braved the unknown darkness inside the door and the orcs' long-range attacks, and rushed into the newly opened bronze door like four arrows!

“Boom!”

The heavy bronze door slowly closed behind them, completely blocking out the last ray of light coming from the stairs.

Fortunately, everyone in Mark's team now has night vision capabilities.

Mark can observe his surroundings through the special perception of a soul harmonizer.

Enzo, Anna, and Monica's attributes allow them to freely observe things in the dark.

So even though they were in darkness, they were not at a disadvantage.

In fact, they might even see more clearly than the orcs!

Before my eyes is a dome hall that is so huge that it is beyond imagination - the Hall of Darkness!

The dome towers into the endless darkness, as if supporting a world.

A black fog of negative energy as thick as ink rolled and surged in the hall, freezing cold, carrying the smell of decay and despair, greedily devouring all light and vitality.

The only source of light was from the top of the stepped altar made of piles of bones in the center of the hall.

A crown made of pale skull material quietly floats in the void above the obsidian throne at the top of the altar.

Pale Skull Crown!?

That legendary crown is placed so openly in the center of the Hall of Darkness?

Mark thought that the mission would require solving some difficult puzzles and defeating layers of tomb guards before he could see the final mission target.

But I didn't expect to see it so easily.

The shape of the skull crown is exactly the same as that on the stone tablet relief. It looks ferocious and majestic, and emits a strange and contradictory holy white light throughout.

The white light was weak but tenacious, forming a beam of light with a diameter of less than three meters.

Like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, it stubbornly penetrates and suppresses the thick black fog rolling around it, opening up a small, relatively "clean" area in the endless darkness.

On the main body of the skull crown, seven pigeon egg-sized obsidians are inlaid in a ring. They are not static, but slowly and autonomously emitting deep colorful light!

This colorful light has the same origin as the colorful black light on Mark's necklace, but it looks more restrained and ancient, as if it contains some kind of dormant will!

The power of the skull crown seems to be the only treasure and the only source of light in this dead hall.

However, there are more than just Team Mark who covet it!

Just below the bone altar, a well-equipped and murderous orc raiding team has occupied a favorable position.

Two orc heavy axemen, clad in thick black iron plate armor and like mobile fortresses, stood on the left and right blocking the bone steps leading to the altar.

The two-handed axes in their hands were even larger than the cross axes that Mark usually used, and the axe blades flashed with a dark cold light.

His sturdy arms were knotted with muscles and covered with scars, and blood vessels wriggled like earthworms under his dark green skin.

Another orc shaman, dressed in bright feathers and white bone ornaments, was standing next to a huge broken stone pillar on the right side of the altar.

In his hand, he tightly grasped a staff wrapped with dried poisonous snake corpses and colorful cloth strips. The dark green gem inlaid on the top of the staff was emitting an ominous light.

The totem pole and binding vines just now were obviously made by him.

At this moment, a cruel smile appeared on his wrinkled beast face. He raised his staff again, and the magic power gathered around him, obviously preparing for the next spell.

Two lean orc headhunters, as cheetah-like as they were, hid like ghosts in the shadows of several thick stone pillars at the edge of the hall.

They held blowpipes and poisoned spears in their hands, and their cold eyes were like the tongues of poisonous snakes, scanning the vital points of Mark's team members.

One of them still had the tail feather of an arrow shot by Anna stuck in his shoulder, and blood soaked through his tattered leather armor.

The most frightening thing is the orc commander standing next to the altar!

He was extremely tall and strong, half a head taller than the two heavy axemen, standing like an iron tower.

His exposed upper body was covered with crisscrossing hideous scars, especially the huge claw mark on his left cheek that was so deep that the bone was visible and almost tore half of his face apart, making his already ferocious appearance even more terrifying.

In his hand was a ferocious-looking double-edged battle axe. The axe blade was as wide as a door panel, the edge was covered with serrations, and the dark red blood groove was bottomless.

At this moment, his scarlet eyes, burning with naked greed and tyranny, were staring at the "pale skull crown" floating on top of the altar!

The noise of Mark's team breaking in only made him slightly tilt his head with huge fangs and cast a cold glance as if he was looking at an ant.

"Overseer, level seven! Shaman, level six! The other four, level five!"