Phil Gray felt a chill run down his spine and assumed a defensive posture, while Eli quickly turned away as well.
"Hey, what are you doing here? I think I smell something burning." A familiar voice and a pale smile, a red cloak and gleaming leather boots.
It was Viscount Walder.
Phil Gray was relieved and told him what had just happened.
“I knew it. I’m sensitive to the smell of burning things. But these smell terrible when they burn, like the fake stuff those peddlers from Malu Island brought over. My tobacco, on the other hand, smells good,” Viscount Walder said with a smile, picking up a piece of ashes from the ground.
"I don't know who that person is, but he's incredibly skilled with a sword, and his speed is unlike anything I've ever seen in my life." Eli recalled the battle just now, still feeling lingering fear. If Phil Gray hadn't been there, he probably would have become a victim of that person's sword.
“From your description, I have some guesses.” Viscount Ward took off his red cloak and placed it on the table. The room had just been burned, and it seemed to make him feel a bit stuffy. “There is a branch of the Church of War that specializes in assassination and tracking. Many years ago, it broke away from the church and formed its own organization—called White Blade. It specializes in assassination missions, and its members are all assassins hidden under white robes.”
Phil Gray narrowed his eyes. If that were the case, who would hire Blade to hunt them down?
Wendell? But he clearly didn't know his whereabouts, and this person had already caught up with him while the imposter was swindling him.
Wait, he suddenly thought of someone—could it be Princess Sani? Did she resent them for exposing George's conspiracy?
Phil Gray found it increasingly suspicious, but Viscount Ward interrupted his train of thought, "By the way, I have some scrolls here that record detailed information about the Blade Master. Would you like them?"
“Okay.” He nodded. If they could learn more, it might help them find the mastermind behind it all.
Viscount Ward took a sealed black bag from the space stone and then approached him and Eli.
The black bag was untied, revealing an equally black scroll. An intense aura of death instantly filled the entire room. Phil Gray's heart skipped a beat, but it was too late.
Viscount Ward unfurled the scroll, the side covered in strange arrays and runes pointing towards him and Eli, and a rotating black hole appeared behind them!
"Go! The Abyss of the Dead is your final resting place! Hahaha, pay homage to the God of Death for me!"
Phil Gray had no divine power left, and he could hardly resist the passage leading to the Abyss of the Dead.
Fortunately, Eli used the vines to hook around his waist and escape towards the window. Going against the direction of attraction made Eli's face turn pale, and he clenched his teeth, about to jump down. Viscount Ward sneered, cut the vines in half with his sword, and then threw out several sword lights to stab Eli who was clinging to the window.
"No!"
"Run!"
Even sound was swallowed up by the black hole.
Eli watched as Phil Gray was sucked into the black hole, but he couldn't care less about his grief. He roared, mustered all his strength, and jumped into the sea, clutching his still-bleeding wound.
The suction of death was only neutralized the moment he entered the water, but he never imagined that he would become one of those who jumped into the sea to escape.
......
The moment Phil Gray was sucked into the Abyss of the Dead, all he could see was Viscount Ward. Only then did he notice that Viscount Ward was wearing white armor under his red cloak.
"So armor can be considered clothing after all," he thought, his lips twitching before plunging into darkness.
The sound of "crackling" echoed continuously as a small skeleton sat on a boulder, trying to straighten its wrist. Its wrist was extremely twisted, and even with all its strength, it still couldn't do anything about it.
Oh dear, what should we do? Is it really destined to miss the Lord's Rebirth Banquet?
Just then, a heavy object crashed down, pinning the little skeleton to the ground. With a crack, its wrist returned to its original shape.
"hiss--"
Phil Gray felt a sharp pain all over his body from the fall, especially since there was something pressing against him from below.
"Why can't I see anything? Am I blind? No, this is what the Abyss of the Dead should be like." Phil Gray barely managed to stand up. His divine power had just been exhausted, but the cold air made him feel somewhat restored. Sure enough, the God of Death's chosen ones preferred the Abyss of the Dead.
The sky above the Abyss of the Dead is black, without stars or moon. The races living in the darkness possess the ability to see in the dark.
Just then, he felt something moving beneath his feet, and then two dark blue flames appeared in front of him. By the faint light, he saw a small skeleton standing in front of him.
"Wow! My wrist is all better, thank you so much!"
To Phil Gray's astonishment, the skeleton could actually talk.
What's making that sound? The skeleton doesn't have a mouth, does it?
"Wait, how come you're a living person?" The little skeleton took a few steps back, shook its head, and the spiritual fire in its eye sockets flickered.
"I was thrown into this place. Is this the Abyss of the Dead?" Phil Gray asked.
Now he was surrounded by darkness and couldn't see anything. He had no light source and could only see the skeleton in front of him.
“Yes, this is the Abyss of the Dead. You were actually thrown here. It’s terrifying. That person must have wanted you dead. After all, only living beings at the God-level can be summoned here by the gods. No one else can survive.” The little skeleton nodded, accompanied by a cracking sound.
“Really? You just said I helped you, what happened? Also, could you tell me about the situation here?” Phil Gray asked.
“Look, my wrist got twisted when I was fighting with a bad guy, and you straightened it when you fell.” The little skeleton stretched out his wrist, but it was too dark for Phil Gray to see it.
The little skeleton continued, "That is to say, I don't like eating people, but the other undead love to eat people. Every time a living person accidentally wanders in, they will fight over them and share the spoils. You must hide yourself well."
"Huh? Cannibalism?" Phil Gray was puzzled. Weren't the Abyss of the Dead all believers who voluntarily stayed behind?
“Yes, they also said it was to free those who had strayed here as soon as possible, since there was no chance of leaving if they stayed in this Abyss of the Dead.” The little skeleton shook his head. “But I don’t agree with their views. It’s just that there are too few skeletons like me. Luckily, you met me.”
Phil Gray couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, but would you mind if I lit a fire for light? I'd like to listen to you talk about the situation here with the lights on."
He simply couldn't stand the darkness anymore.
"Oh right, you're a living person, so you can't see what's going on here. You go ahead and light it. I haven't seen the light in hundreds of years," the little skeleton said nostalgically, also with a hint of curiosity. How would a living person light a fire?
But then it sensed a powerful aura of danger, a fear that came from the depths of its heart, which made the spiritual fire in its eyes tremble.
A small flame appeared in the hand of the human before them, and that tiny flame emitted a light just like the sun!
You should know that the sun is the natural nemesis of the undead!
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