"The top priority now is to get that thing out of the city quickly. Who knows what will happen to the borer after it finds the remains of the ancient god."
Schliemann said, trying to help Bokov up, but Bokov was occupied by fatigue and pain. Even if he wanted to, he could not move at all.
"Then tell me where the entrance to the underground secret room is!"
“In… the prayer room of the temple, there is a very old statue of the sun god, and it has a weird bulge on the back, and you have to push the whole statue back into a groove in the wall.
At this time, the bookshelf in the next room will move away, and there is a secret door there... Behind the secret door is a staircase going down.
At the end of the stairs, there is a small room. In the small room, there is a stone formation. The third one in the first row and the fifth one in the third row..."
Bokov continued to speak, his physical strength was severely exhausted, and he spoke intermittently. Schlieman's scalp was numb because he had forgotten the beginning of this complicated operation.
"Wait a minute! Where is the room you mentioned at the beginning?"
Apton was also anxious and shook Bokov who was about to close his eyes vigorously.
"Oh, I'm so tired...Oh, it's time to end..."
Selu handed a bottle to Bokov and said, "Do you want to save Dark Star City?"
Bokov nodded slowly. That was his duty, a sacred responsibility given to him by dogma.
"This thing can make you feel less fatigue and pain within an hour, but after an hour, the fatigue and pain will still come, and it will be more than ten times stronger than the original feeling.
In your current state... you're probably dead. "
Bokov waved his remaining arm without hesitation. After remembering that his right arm was gone, he grabbed the bottle with his left hand.
It was a liquid as clear as water. Bokov drank it down, and then he felt that his whole body became lighter and the pain disappeared.
He put his left hand on the ground and stood up, looking firmly at the temple in the distance.
"Let's go, I'll take you there."
He took a step forward and pulled out a rock knife from the corpse beside him. On his body, black goo and red blood continued to fall.
Schliemann followed the flushed Bokov with a stern look on his face and asked Selu next to him what he was drinking.
“The main ingredient in the newly prepared medicine is something called a possessed mushroom.
It can control the creatures that eat it, making them tireless and unafraid of pain. But if the person who eats it is strong-willed, this thing can cause pain, making that person more confident in his will. "
Seeing Bokov holding his rock knife high and trying to rally the people to form a garrison again, Schliemann exhaled.
"Then he really believes in his own god..."
Outside Dark Star City, in the intricate tunnels, Mersin complained loudly to Walter.
"You are so good! You should have remembered the way to run when I was unconscious! I don't care, just take me back to where I started running!"
Walter wiped his face. He didn't expect that Mersin had to be awake to remember the way. Her movements after losing consciousness completely disrupted the strange positioning system in her mind.
Even though Walter had been carrying the weak Mersin around for a long time, he still couldn't find any tunnel that could remind him of his memories.
"Oh... come up quickly, let's keep running."
Mersin, whose head was tied with strips of cloth, lay on Walter's back, holding a torch. Walter didn't care whether Mersin could bear it or not, and ran around in the tunnel.
In the end, Mersin gritted his teeth and held on, but the torch couldn't stand it. He ran too fast and the torch went out several times.
"Slow down! We have to aim to reach Dark Star City, not crash into a wall!"
Walter sighed and had to wait silently for Mersin to light the torch again.
After the flickering firelight illuminated the cave, he hurriedly ran to the next fork of the cave.
"No! We passed this one just now, we should take the one on the upper right!"
Walter stopped quickly and turned back with his head sullen.
After running wildly in silence for half an hour, the torch fell to the ground, and Walter quickly stopped. Only then did he realize that Mersin had not spoken for a long time.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
Mersin's answer was as breathless as a thread, and this thread lifted Walter's heart into his throat.
"Ah? Did I fall asleep? I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so sleepy."
Walter put the torch into Mersin's hand and slowed down a little.
"I've known you for so long, but I haven't heard you talk about your family. I'm also curious as to why you are the only one in your family."
Mersin chuckled. Although he was weak, the laughter seemed to be teasing Walter's pick-up skills. Obviously Walter had no intention of doing so. He just wanted to keep Mersin awake.
“My mother passed away when I was young. It’s a disease that can lead to death, and even the church can’t do anything about it.
She told me that my dad was a great caver, she said he had been outside...
Anyway...I have never met my dad!
When I was twelve years old, my grandma also passed away. She was too old! It's the end of life.
Speaking of family... Borg is the one.
Hey, can you imagine? Borg, who has never traveled far, is actually my father's cousin. I should call him... cousin. "
"Is that the one selling sesame cakes?"
"it's him.
Throughout his life, he had carefully implemented the teachings and would not do anything outside the rules and regulations.
I often ask him, my dad is a great cave explorer, why are you, his cousin, so timid all day long?
What do you think he said?
He actually got angry!
That was the only time I saw him get angry, not because he lived in poverty or because his family was suffering from illness, but because he thought I had insulted his faith.
He believes that people should live as the dogma stipulates. "
Realizing that Mersin's words had stopped, Walter quickly bumped Mersin on his back and said, "But he also broke his faith for you!
Helping you escape from the pursuit of the teaching army is tantamount to going against his beliefs. "
"Yeah...but I was really at my wits end at that time."
"Go back and thank him properly."
"You have to thank him properly."
Walter turned into a cave, and there was a man lying on the edge of the cave wall not far away.
That was Bishop Pastin who had been completely devastated.
Schliemann never imagined that Bokov could rally so many people.
He strode towards the temple with Bokov, and behind them, more and more people gathered.
Some of them were holding sticks, some were holding hammers, and some were even using their bare hands.
Among them are old people, women, boys, girls...
Schliemann even saw the wealthy Ferron in the crowd. He was crouching his fat body and holding a blacksmith's hammer in both hands, walking in the front row of the crowd.
People's eyes were full of fear, but this fear could no longer stop them from moving forward.
