Just when Ferron thought he was going to die with this ugly guy, a sound broke through the air. In Ferron's peripheral vision, the black claws waving towards him were abruptly interrupted and changed crookedly. trajectory.
Then, his hammer hit the borer's head accurately.
Just as he was wiping the black liquid on his face and looking for who saved him, another sound broke through the air, followed by another borer falling to the ground.
Although it struggled hard, it would definitely not survive in the hands of the angry people who rushed towards it.
Ferron looked towards the direction of the sound, feeling stunned.
The saint was standing on the top of a cave that looked like a tailor's shop, swinging a rope in her hand. There were two children tinkering with stones next to her.
As she threw it hard, the sound of breaking through the air sounded again.
Ferron felt that this was the real saint, a hundred times more powerful than the saints enshrined in temples.
Selu stretched her body, letting the sling in her hand spin faster and faster, then took a sudden step, tensed her body, twisted her waist and hips, corrected the track, and loosened her grip on the rope. Her whole body felt extremely cool.
The stone made a whooshing sound and hit the head of a stem borer that was leaping high.
The eyeless head was smashed and black liquid splattered everywhere.
At first, Selu, who was ordered by the captain not to follow the attack, was very disappointed. She felt that she was still unable to help the team.
It wasn't until Schliemann assigned her two children to look for rocks that she realized that the captain wanted her to fight in a position that suited her.
"This won't work. Try to find a round one, as big as your fist!"
"yes!"
The two children ran away, knocking in the rubble nearby.
In the temple, Borg, who was hiding in the dark room, huddled in the corner and trembled, listening to the hurried footsteps approaching outside and the hissing of borers.
"is it here?"
"Yes! Come in quickly!"
"Ampton! Guard the outside!"
"Hurry up, we can't stay in one place for too long!"
Immediately afterwards, Borg heard the sound of the door being opened and the sound of stones being moved.
Just when he was wondering who was approaching the final hall, there was nothing behind him and he fell backwards.
"Eh!?"
He struggled for a while, but he rolled down the stone steps. He rolled for a long time, and finally stopped in an empty area without stone steps. The stone slabs here were very fast, with more than a dozen bulges.
The sound of messy footsteps came again from above, followed by the wall being destroyed and someone yelling.
Borg quickly hid in the shadows behind the stone steps.
After a mournful cry, only the sounds of rapid footsteps and gasping were left. Borg held his breath and looked at the three people coming down the stone steps.
"Step on this, you go over there...I'll step on...fuck! Then who will open the door!"
The one-armed man shouted in annoyance. The other two gasped and stared at the one-armed man, and the whole stone room fell silent.
"Didn't you think of missing someone when you came?!"
The man with the scimitar quickly stopped the man with the sword from criticizing, left the stone slab he was about to step on, and leaned against the wall to touch around.
"What are you doing?"
"Tear down a stone brick."
"It's useless...the stone bricks here are hundreds of kilograms each, and they are all large."
This voice finally awakened a memory in Borg's mind, that was the voice shouting guilt on the execution platform.
"Ha! Praise my God! Let everything get back on track!"
Borg shouted, drew out his dagger and stabbed the one-armed man.
A person suddenly burst out of the darkness. This was something Schliemann did not expect, nor did Ampton expect. It was also something that Bokov did not expect.
He felt that the dagger was inserted directly into the lower part of his right rib. The man's eyes were full of anger and madness, and he was stirring the dagger crazily.
Although he didn't feel pain, Borg could already feel the power flowing out of his body rapidly, and he couldn't push the person in front of him away at all.
"It's you!"
Schliemann reacted and kicked him. Borg was kicked away and he lay on the edge of the stone steps, groaning.
"What's going on?!"
"Where did he come from?"
Bokov sat on the ground and stretched out his only hand: "It's okay. Move him to your place and press the stone. You guys take the things away first..."
Upton acted quickly. He dragged Borg to the stone slab where he was standing and suppressed the mechanism.
Schliemann looked at the increasing blood stains under Bokov's body and sighed.
"Do you have anything to say about your stay?"
Bokov waved his hand and twitched his lips twice as if he suddenly remembered something.
"If my mother is still alive, let her not be so harsh on her uncle...After all, my uncle is her only relative in this world."
"Okay...I will convey it..."
Looking at Bokov's hanging head, Schliemann was startled.
"Eh? Hey! Don't die first, I don't know your name yet! Hey..."
Ampton let out a long sigh, patted Schliemann, and pointed to the stone slab he needed to press.
Schliemann also sighed and walked towards the stone slab.
"He is a hero, and we don't even know his name."
"Will know."
With a rumble of shifting stone slabs, the wall in front of him lifted up a few centimeters, and smoke fell from the ceiling.
He leaned on the door and pushed hard, and finally the door was pushed open by him.
The two entered the secret room, which was extremely dark. Even Schliemann, who was more adaptable to darkness, could only see an outline.
He took out the fire letter and lit it, and the weak light illuminated the surrounding area.
The two looked around, looked at each other, and took a breath.
This is a secret room that is exactly the same as the stone chamber of the temple ruins in the Kingdom of Hisoka. If there is one difference, it is that there is no blazing light here.
There is a simple wooden box on the stone pillar in the center of the secret room.
Ampton reached for it, but Schliemann grabbed his wrist.
"It's up to me. I once picked up a box similar to this one... If something goes wrong with me, you can figure it out..."
Apton knew that Schlieman was talking about the box from the Vulcan Cult. He nodded, raised the sword in his hand, and stared at Schlieman.
Schliemann scratched his head and suddenly stretched out his hands to pick up the box, as if he wanted to take advantage of something unnoticed.
Then, he turned his head and looked at Ampton.
"I didn't turn into a monster, did I?"
Ampton breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "No."
The two of them walked up the stone steps.
Schliemann pulled out the safety lock of the musket, held it in his left hand, and held the box under his arm with his right hand.
Ampton tightened his wristband and walked in front holding the Sword of the King.
He raised his sword as soon as he stepped out of the door, with a special battle posture that Schliemann had never seen before.
Looking along his line of sight, Schliemann saw a borer squatting in the corridor of the final hall. Different from other borers, this borer was more than four meters tall.
"What are you fighting for! Run! This is the big one!"
