Chapter 84.
Wilder instinctively knew that this was not the place to go. At the same time, the crew members who had been normal for a few days finally showed some abnormalities.
They seemed to be possessed, fearlessly leaning out of the side of the boat, staring at the hole with unfocused eyes and an almost devout desire on their faces.
Captain Edmund immediately increased the horsepower to full, trying to drive the research vessel into the cave as quickly as possible, but was controlled by Wilde in time.
He instinctively didn't want to enter the cave, so he simply restrained everyone on the boat.
When Wilder was about to steer the ship away from the route himself, he was surprised to find that the research vessel was actually approaching the cave entrance on its own initiative.
He frowned as he looked at the cave entrance that was getting closer and closer. Even when he got closer, he couldn't see the situation inside the cave clearly. It seemed that there was a layer of dark membrane covering the entrance and exit.
There was no way. Wilder was not a nimble person, and his mental skills were helpless when faced with such a situation.
Without any water-controlling tools, he could only stay on the boat and watch it sail into the cave.
After entering the cave, Wilde discovered through the ship's searchlight that it was a wide tunnel that was dug out from inside the huge iceberg.
The marks on the cave wall were unusually smooth, and even reflected light faintly. He couldn't imagine what kind of technology could achieve this.
The ship sailed quietly in the empty tunnel. The only sounds were the faint roar of the engine and the splash of the water being broken.
The air was filled with the salty smell of sea water. Wilder became fully alert after entering the tunnel, but he did not notice anything unusual.
Even the crew members only showed a fanatical obsession, and they never became alienated.
Is there really no danger?
As the ship sailed to the end of the tunnel, Wilder's mind was in a very brief trance.
Then he saw a scene that he would never forget.
This tunnel was carved through an entire iceberg, and at the end of the tunnel was another exit. Standing on the boat, Wilde could already see the gray sky outside.
But at a certain moment, he caught something unusual out of the corner of his eye.
The smooth tunnel walls are made entirely of ice that never melts. It can be seen that the ice is very pure and the entire ice surface is a faint blue.
However, Wilder clearly saw strange light and shadows floating under the ice.
What is that? !
He looked carefully and saw that the speed of the ship was gradually slowing down until it finally stopped.
Wilder didn't notice this change at all. His eyes were fixed on the ice in front of him, trying to see what was hidden behind it through the ice.
Is that a living thing? What kind of creature could live in the ice?
No, it must be an illusion!
Beneath the dark blue ice, there are faint white ripples floating slowly, which at first glance look like the scales of some giant creature.
Wilde felt that he must be dazzled. Perhaps it was because the ship's searchlight was refracted in the tunnel, causing such light and shadow effects.
After a moment of trance, Wilder suddenly woke up.
He was surprised to find that half of his body was already sticking out of the side of the boat, and he was only one step away from falling into the sea.
The crew members on the previous ship, who had escaped from his control at some point, jumped into the sea one after another.
In the sea water at minus one or two degrees, the crew members only wore simple protective clothing, their bodies were completely soaked in water, but they didn't care about the cold at all.
There was only fanaticism and obsession on everyone's face, and they swam in unison towards the wall of shimmering light.
Wilder frowned as he watched this scene. The situation before him was completely out of sync with the original plot of the copy. Something must have affected it.
He couldn't help but look up and glance at the wall again. The next moment, his eyes widened uncontrollably.
The floating waves are not caused by light and shadow!
There really is a gigantic beast beneath the dark blue ice. It is so huge that it is terrifying. This tunnel is just a part of its body!
Wilder had no idea what function the tunnel had for the giant beast. He couldn't even imagine the full picture of the beast.
The boat accidentally entered the body of the giant beast. Wilde, who was standing on the boat, only caught a glimpse of the truth and felt shudder.
What is this thing? Why does such a creature exist in the world?!
In an instant, his scalp went numb, and the sudden sense of fear overwhelmed the shock in his heart.
escape!
At this moment, Wilder didn't care about anything else. His instinct for survival made him use his skills to the fullest extent possible.
The giant beast was motionless, as if it was sleeping.
Even so, its powerful mental erosion also posed a considerable threat to Wilder.
If he did not take action, he would join the fanatical pilgrimage like the other crew members.
What's even more terrible is that with the research vessel's stray entry and the actions of the crew members, this silent giant seems to be moving.
Wilder's intuition told him that the giant beast was awakening!
Once it wakes up, he will be buried here!
Wilde drove the holy light to completely wrap himself up, isolating himself from the horrific spirit and purifying the crew members who were trying to get close to the behemoth.
This copy is becoming more and more bizarre. He can no longer wait for Sheila to appear and must leave the copy as soon as possible, otherwise he will face a double attack and he will have absolutely no chance of winning.
The sleeping giant beast in front of him already frightened him. The only thing he had to do now was to escape. The information about passing the dungeon did not appear in his mind yet.
Wild had no choice but to rush to the cockpit, pull the horsepower to full, and urge the research ship through the exit.
After rushing out of the strange tunnel, the research vessel showed no intention of slowing down. Wilde drove the ship several miles away.
His sight was fixed on the sea level in front of him. It seemed as if there was a sticky and twisted gaze staring at him from behind, making him dare not look back.
But the more Wilder dared not look back, the more curious he became.
What is that?
That tunnel that appeared out of nowhere, that giant beast swimming in the ice, that sight!
He couldn't be sure whether this curiosity was the result of the giant beast's spiritual erosion. In short, a desire rising from the bottom of his heart was clamoring for him to look back.
Is it okay to take a look?
Does the fact that this copy has become so abnormal mean that an unusual crisis is brewing in the strange world?
Perhaps this is a great opportunity to peek into the secrets of the strange world. If you miss it, will there be another time?
Wilde, you are a follower of the Lord. Not only are you clothed in the glory of the Lord, but there are also tens of thousands of survivors standing behind you.
They are all waiting for you to bring back hope of life!
The waves in front of him gradually became more turbulent, bringing with them the roar of waves crashing. For a moment, Wilde couldn't tell whether those thoughts came from his mind or were whispers in his ears.
Finally, he couldn't help but look back.
The huge iceberg behind him was shimmering like the scales of an unknown beast. The gray-white storm wrapped around the beast's entire body. Wilde was unable to see clearly what it was.
Until, in the gray mist, a pair of huge eyes opened.
Pitch black without pupils, like an abyss!
At that moment, it seemed as if endless whispers were gathering together, and a huge stream of information impacted Wilder's spiritual sea.
The pale golden holy light surrounding him shattered layer by layer, and the pair of eyes that were always covered with a melancholy background gradually became filled with black shadows.
At the critical moment, the information about completing the copy emerged in my mind.
Wilder woke up briefly and chose to return to the middle area without hesitation.
After leaving the dungeon, he went straight back to the guild home.
After entering the familiar church, Wilder sent everyone away and knelt alone in front of the cross in the center of the hall.
The stained glass on the top refracted the light into the hall and fell on him, as if he was blessed and blessed by God.
A hymn of praise sounded from somewhere, and in this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, Wilde was shaking uncontrollably.
His eyes bulged slightly with fear and beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping from his forehead.
Almost, almost...he died there!
Is that...the truth of this world?
......
At the same time, a sensational event occurred in the middle field.
On the electronic screen that updates countless copies every day, an S-level multiplayer copy actually appeared!
The news spread to all the survivors in a very short time, and everyone came to check the situation of that copy.
For a long time, in their cognition, the highest difficulty of the weird copy is level A. Even for the level A copy, only a very small number of people have participated in and passed it so far.
Now there is another S-level copy?
What's the difficulty level? What kind of monsters are there?
No one dared to imagine how dangerous that copy would be, and what was different from ordinary copies was.
The label of this S-level copy is actually followed by a series of restrictions: the copy will be opened after 24 hours, and it is a unique special copy.
Although this copy has no limit on the number of participants, there is only one chance to enter, and there is no possibility of accumulating puzzle pieces by repeatedly playing through the copy.
Such special restrictions add more mystery to this copy.
The timid ones just watch the fun, while the brave ones start to think about the problem from another angle.
Since it is an S-level copy, the items produced in it must be very powerful!
What is the concept of S-level props?
When thinking about this question, the hearts of those top experts became hot.
Tang Yu and the other four were naturally also looking at the screen in the central square. The S-level copy was right in the center of the screen, and was very conspicuous.
'S-level copy: Abyss'!
There are no copy word tags, no one-sentence introduction, only a string of restrictive information.
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