Pit No. 2.

A group of people rushed in shouting.

Unlike the city guards who were dressed in uniform and had serious expressions, this group of people looked more like guerrillas.

The costumes were varied, the weapons were bizarre, the heights and skin colors were different, and the team was in chaos.

But the aura they exude is extremely powerful.

The vitality of the few people in the middle was condensed, and they were actually official knights. That was why the city guards did not act rashly.

"Hal!"

A short man in the crowd shouted:

"No wonder you didn't let us in. It turns out there is a forgotten city here. Do you want to hide it from Lord Sodan?"

"I only obey the orders of His Highness Meivia." Captain Hal said in a muffled voice: "Stanford, you are just mercenaries called by the city lord to help. It is not your place to be underground."

"Haha..." Stanford took a step forward, sneer on his face:

"The mission given to us by Lord Sodan is not only to eliminate the aliens, but also to investigate the recent changes in Black City."

"Hal, what do you think if I tell others that you found the Forgotten City but didn't report it..."

"What will be the consequences?"

"Hualala..." The city guards suddenly raised their swords and guns, and the mercenaries also gripped their weapons tightly.

The atmosphere in the field suddenly became tense.

"Stanford, you dirty, lowly halfling." Hal's mouth twitched and he glared at him:

"Are you threatening me?"

"Hal!"

Stanford pushed through the crowd, and a terrifying aura burst out from his small body, expanding in all directions as if it had substance.

"You want to die?"

The two men's eyes widened, and the situation was about to break out.

Stanford, who was born a serf and has the blood of a halfling, can't stand insults from others the most.

"never mind."

After a short standoff, Hal's eyes flickered, and he took the initiative to give in in the stalemate between the two sides. He slowed down his voice and said, "I didn't intend to conceal the news. I just planned to understand the situation clearly before reporting it."

"snort!"

Stanford snorted, "Understand the situation?"

"What do you want to know? To see how many valuable things there are in the Forgotten City so that you can keep them for yourself?"

"Money?" Hal said with disdain: "You are still the same, you only care about money. This city ahead may have the secret of the gods."

"That can't be measured by money!"

"Oh..." Stanford shrugged:

"How about this, once we enter the Forgotten City, the money inside will be mine, and the rest will be yours."

"But first, can you please explain the situation?"

"What about the giants that escaped? Many of our brothers died at their hands."

"Djinn?" Hal looked thoughtful, and after a pause he said, "Like the Paladins, they are also the guardians of the Moon Goddess, guarding the Forgotten City."

"In every forgotten city, there is a group of corrupted giants. In their lifetime, some of them were spearmen, some were swordsmen, and some were extremely rare instructors."

"It is said that during the time of the Moon Goddess, only those with outstanding qualifications were qualified to become guardians and learn the inheritance bestowed by the goddess. Although the things on them have decayed over time, there may be some good things left behind."

"Hmm..." Stanford rested his chin on his hand:

"Even the armor has turned to ash. What else can be left? I wonder if gold can withstand the corrosion of time?"

"Maybe." Hal turned around:

"Since you are interested in this place, why not guard it for me for a few days."

"Headquarters?"

Captain Bernard's forehead was sweating:

"What now?"

The evil aura that enveloped the Forgotten City was about to dissipate, but someone suddenly intervened to take advantage of the situation.

How can I not be anxious? "What should I do?" Hal asked in a low voice after he was away from the crowd: "Have they discovered the secret passages in Pit No. 3?"

"No!" Bernard said hurriedly, "The secret passage is very secret and has not been publicized. They don't know about it yet."

"That's good." Hal breathed a sigh of relief. "Proceed as usual here, and speed up over there. We must enter the Forgotten City before Stanford."

"yes."

Barnard nodded heavily.

The other side.

"Captain."

A mercenary whispered, "After we go in, will we really only take gold?"

"Otherwise?" Stanford sneered:

"The secrets of the gods are something that people like us can touch. I won't accompany Hal to his own death."

The subordinates should be.

* * * Fragments of the divine realm.

Carl took a black 'iron plate' in his hand and looked at it carefully.

This thing is the 'relic' left behind by the giant.

The armor on the giant's body has all decayed into ashes, but this thing is intact, it must be no ordinary item.

It's strange to say.

Giants had appeared in the Black City before, but they only knew how to kill and could not speak. They also did not leave anything behind after death.

The one Carl encountered was an outlier.

He kept shouting: teach, practice, protect, responsibility...

Could he be a leader? The "iron plate" in his hand was seven inches long, three inches wide, and about half a finger thick. The material was probably not iron. It felt cold to the touch and had a wood texture.

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Patterned on both sides.

In the middle of one side is a carving of a human figure sitting cross-legged, with many complex patterns on it and text engraved all around.

The other side is engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers, which is quite reminiscent of the style of Chinese ink painting.

same.

There are also words around the portrait.

The words were the size of rice grains and were so densely packed that even if one placed them in front of one's eyes and looked closely, one had to be careful to distinguish them. The result after careful identification made Carl very happy.

"Breathing technique!"

"And it's a high-quality breathing technique!"

How high? Carl didn't know.

But it was definitely higher than the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique he was currently practicing, and much higher.

The Poison Wolf Breathing Method is a relatively common breathing method that can make a person a knight, but it is difficult to go further. Its only advantage is that it increases the practitioner's ability to perceive danger.

This breathing method, not only can make a knight become a knight, but it can also help a knight become a great knight, and even how to become a legendary knight.

"Legendary Knight!"

Carl murmured:

"Such a strong person can only be born in the royal family of Gangdo Kingdom, a few dukes, and the church."

"Giant Breathing Technique!"

This is the name of the breathing method recorded on the iron plate.

According to the text on the iron plate, practicing the 'Giant Breathing Method' can allow a person to possess the power of an ancient giant. Of course, this is probably an exaggeration.

"I wonder if I can still practice?"

after all,

It is written above that to practice this method one not only needs sufficient talent, but also the blessing of the Moon Goddess.

Hmm...

The moon goddess has long fallen, where does the blessing come from?

"Let's try it first!"

There is no harm in giving it a try, and this breathing method does not require any special secret medicine to assist in practice. Even non-humans can practice it.

The main theme is to teach everyone! Learning from the image on the "iron plate", Carl sat cross-legged on the ground, controlling the flow of air in his body with every breath.

With the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique as a foundation and the blessing of the Divine Realm Fragments that allow him to perfectly control every part of his body, it was not difficult for him to change to a new breathing technique.

Even if the breathing method is extremely complex, it is only a matter of time.

Time passes slowly.

At some point.

“Swish!”

The 'iron plate' on the ground seemed to sense something, and suddenly stood up, flew off the ground, and slowly floated towards Carl's forehead.

Wait until the moment it touches the skin.

“Buzz…”

Carl's body trembled, and a faint voice sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Like a soft whisper in your ear.

Like the echo brought by the breeze.

…

weak,

Yet clear.

"Bless you, my believer."

The voice was empty and hollow, like the last words of a dying person, filled with strong expectations. As the voice rang out, a warm current emerged from the iron plate.

(End of this chapter)