The mummies outside the door were still banging on the big iron door, but the effect was minimal. Just in case, Morin cast a lot of witchcraft and magic circles on it, but the mummies couldn't break it at all.
"These things are extremely bloodthirsty and obsessed with human blood, flesh and essence..." Morin narrowed his eyes slightly.
He looked at the handful of black ash on the ground and thought about how he had just killed those mummies. He had used the dark black ball to attack the mummies, causing the heads of the three mummies to explode, their bodies to shatter, their main central nervous systems to be severely damaged, and some of their limbs to be mutilated. Normally, those mummies would have lost all their motivation, but just now, they were still roaring and trying to run over to rush towards Morin.
It would be understandable if the mummies felt no pain at all, but it was really scary that they were still able to move even after their heads and hearts were blown to pieces.
"It feels like a collection of some kind of resentment that has possessed a human corpse, forming something like an immortal being."
A faint blue light flashed in Morin's eyes as he used a chip to analyze the black ash on the ground. Thinking about the feeling of using the infernal fire to kill those mummies just now, he suddenly understood something.
There was a glimmer of light in the sky, the night was over, and now it was the second day, and the day was already bright.
The roaring outside the door became lower and lower, and finally, it was so low that it was about to disappear. Morin looked outside the door and found that the mummies turned around and walked towards the street. The figures of the mummies gradually faded, as if they were about to disappear in the next moment.
With a bang, Morin's body moved and he rushed out. He moved his palm slightly and grabbed the mummy closest to him.
The mummy reacted, it kept roaring, green light flashed in its eyes, and it stretched out its arms to grab Morin fiercely, but on the way, the mummy's body became lighter and finally disappeared.
Only its faint roar echoed around.
Morin stood still and slowly opened his hands.
In his hand, a handful of yellow sand was slowly sliding down, floating and falling to the ground.
"Are the bodies of those mummies not flesh and blood, but sand..." Morin muttered to himself. Just now, he grabbed the arm of the mummy and pulled off the forearm, but what he pulled off was just countless gravel.
Morin slowly withdrew his hand. There was a faint blue light in his eyes that kept changing, generating groups of data and graphics, forming a series of spells that looked particularly strange.
"It's really interesting." Morin smiled.
It was already the next day, and Morin decided to continue searching. He had a vague feeling that this city was not as empty as it seemed, and there should be something else.
Maureen entered one building after another, searching non-stop. Unfortunately, those buildings were covered in dust, just like the previous ones. There were only many rotten furniture inside. Both the carpets and curtains had been corroded, leaving nothing behind.
Maureen walked out of the room, with an indescribable smell of dust on him.
After walking for a while, Morin came to a tall dome building. This building looked like a church. There was a lot of space inside with rows of chairs, which gave people an indescribable feeling of emptiness.
"Huh?" Mo Lin suddenly exclaimed in surprise. He actually found some scattered bones on the ground.
The bones were slightly yellowish and looked as if they had gone through an extremely long time. They seemed like they would shatter with the slightest touch.
"There are actually corpses of living creatures." Morin raised his eyebrows. He checked many rooms but found nothing. But in this church, he actually found corpses. This was really surprising.
Maureen stood up and continued walking deeper into the church.
The further Morin walked, the more he felt something was wrong. As he moved forward, he even smelled a strong smell of blood in the air. When he turned a corner and walked to the corridor in front, he saw a wounded figure on the ground, wailing constantly.
It was an Asmonlei, covered in blood. He lay on the ground with a pale face, breathing heavily.
"Mo...Mo Lin." Asmonlai looked at Morin, startled at first, and then the expression on his face relaxed involuntarily.
Morin looked at this Asmonlai. He had a good memory and soon remembered this Asmonlai. His name was Gulet and he was from the lineage of the third elder Battoya.
"Gulet, what's wrong with you?" Morin walked over and asked.
He moved his hand and threw a tube of medicine over.
Gulett took the tube of potion, and the expression on his face was obviously relaxed. Morin had a conflict with the third elder, but now, he took the initiative to give himself some potion, which showed that Morin was still sensible and would not conflict at this time.
Gulett tilted his head back and drank the potion in one gulp. He let out a long breath and his face turned red.
"What happened?" Morin asked.
"It's like this. We just arrived outside this city today. Green was looking at this city with some concerns. I and some followers of the lower tribe followed Green's orders and entered the city in advance to investigate and see if there were any problems."
Gulett took a breath, looked at Morin, and continued, "I and these people from the lower tribes are just pioneers, but if we weren't there, Green and his men would probably come in soon. After all, they won't stay in this city for long. That would be stupid."
Morin looked at the many corpses of the Purgatory race in various shapes on the ground, nodded, and said nothing.
When entering the ruins, not only the Asmonlai entered, they also recruited some strong men from the lower tribes and asked them to come in as followers.
There are many people from the lower tribes, and the reason why the great elder Haslane uses the followers of the lower tribes is obvious. It is to let them serve as trial stones in the ruins, so that the Asmonlai can know the situation ahead and reduce casualties.
"Tell me more in detail, Gulet." Morin said, "All the lower tribesmen are dead, and even you are seriously injured."
"That's right."
Gulett took another deep breath and said, "When we entered the church, we searched carefully and accidentally found a room in the church that actually contained coffins."
"Those coffins contained the former infernal creatures, the Dark Batwings. However, they had lost their minds and were in complete chaos. After we touched the coffins, the Dark Batwings rushed out, staring at us, and attacked us."
"Many followers of the lower tribe died due to the sudden attack from me and other followers. Finally, all the Dark Batwings died. All my followers were also killed or wounded. Only I barely survived."
Gulet said softly, a look of deep fear in his eyes.
"Where is that room?" Morin asked.
Gulet pointed in a direction, Morin nodded, and then walked in the direction Gulet pointed.
It was an extremely spacious room with dim lighting. When I walked in, it was as if I had entered a large curtain of shadow.
There are many oil paintings on the walls of the room. The paintings have become blurred and turned into large patches of mottled oil paint and color, which look very strange.
Morin looked at the many coffins displayed in the room and slowly walked forward. After thinking for a while, he placed his hand on one of the coffins.
Bang, bang, bang! The coffin immediately began to shake violently. The cover of the coffin kept shaking, making a series of muffled noises, and it seemed as if the things inside could rush out at any time.
Morin removed his hand, and the coffin slowly calmed down.
Roar! Faintly, a strange roar suddenly sounded, and a monster with bloodshot eyes, bat wings, and sharp fangs appeared in the air. It flashed and roared at Morin.
The look on Morin's face turned cold.
His palm suddenly moved and slapped the coffin hard.
The coffin exploded immediately, and countless wood chips flew and scattered in all directions. With a swish, a dark figure flashed and rushed out of the coffin in an instant.
Before the Dark Bat-Winged Man could make any other move, a hand suddenly appeared, grabbed his neck, and slammed him heavily against the wall.
"Want to die? Then I'll grant your wish." Mo Lin's faint voice came over.
The Dark Bat-Winged Man roared in pain and tried to break free, but countless black and red flames spread out from Morin's palm and fell on the Dark Bat-Winged Man's body, completely igniting it. The Dark Bat-Winged Man quickly turned into a human-shaped torch, and after a moment, he turned into a pile of ashes and fell to the ground.
Morin looked at the handful of ashes on the ground, then looked at the other blood-red coffins. After a while, he slowly walked out of the room.
"How about it, Morin, I didn't lie to you, there are indeed a lot of dark bat-winged people in there." Although Gulett still couldn't stand up, his complexion had improved a lot.
"Yes, there are many dark batwing people."
Maureen nodded slightly.
"Okay, let's go out and tell Green and the others the news, and then we will deal with these dark bat-winged people together..." Gulett wanted to say something.
"What do you think would happen if Green and his men were suddenly attacked by these dark bat-winged men and mummies at night without any warning?"
Maureen suddenly spoke.
Gulett was shocked and said, "At night? What night? I know the Dark Bat-winged Man, but the mummies, what mummies? Where did the mummies come from?" Gulett was a little confused, but he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of fear in his heart, which made his back feel cold.
With a bang, Gulett's head suddenly exploded like a watermelon and he died instantly.
As he died, Gulet vaguely saw Morin shaking his head.
"It's nothing, Gulett, you're just a little late."
These were the last words Gulet heard, and then he fell into eternal darkness.
Morin slowly withdrew his hand, and the translucent energy spikes disappeared from his palm. He knew that Green and the others were here for the first time. Then he looked at the room. There were coffins displayed in the dim room, and inside the coffins were dark bat-winged people who could rush out of the coffins and riot at any time.