Ange came faster than Luther and came to a pit. Someone was guarding in front of the hole, and then a bunch of people surrounded the two workers.
The report said that they were dead, but in fact they were not completely dead. Both of them were stabbed in the neck. A lot of blood poured out. Their faces became paler and paler, and they were about to die.
Lisa was at a loss what to do. Although her facial cleansing technique had some therapeutic effects, it was not mainly used for treatment, but for beautification. Moreover, it was only at the first level, and there was nothing she could do to face such trauma.
This is probably why the person who reported it said they were dead. Such injuries would definitely lead to death in this world.
Ange came over and took a look, and Lisa said anxiously: "The big blood vessel has been injured. The pressure on the blood vessel is too great, and the wound will be opened before it heals. It requires at least a level 4 powerful treatment to be able to heal immediately." Heal the wounds.”
"Don't let it rush away." Ange tilted his head.
"Ah?" Lisa was a little confused. What does the adult mean by this? It just couldn't heal immediately, so it was flushed away. If you don't let it go away, won't it heal?
Ange squatted down and focused his thoughts on the wound on his neck. He saw that the wound moved slightly, and the two sides tightened towards the middle, as if an invisible hand was pulling the wound together, and the bleeding slowly stopped.
He used the holy light on his hand and pressed it on the wound. The enhanced version of the facial cleansing technique, which was several times stronger than Lisa's, quickly healed the wound. When the wound was completely healed, Ange let go of his mind and the pressure on the wound could no longer break through the wound. .
With the help of his thoughts, he had an invisible hemostatic forceps, which stopped the bleeding first and then treated him. With the help of magic, the two wounded were temporarily rescued. However, they lost too much blood and it was still unknown whether they could survive.
"Is this enough?" Somewhat surprised by Ange's understatement, Lisa approached Felin and asked quietly: "Can your thoughts tighten the wound?"
Feilin shook his head: "I can't do it, your soul is too strong."
After healing the wounded, Ange took out his scythe and led everyone into the pit.
Inside is a dark corridor with exquisite reliefs on all sides. There are sculptures hanging on the walls at regular intervals.
Nigris warned at the first sight: "Be careful of those sculptures, they are gargoyles."
"Ouch!" the little zombie roared, and swooped into the sculpture, smashing it into pieces and falling down.
Nigris roared in anger: "I told you to be careful, not to hit it!!!"
However, the shattered sculptures also show their condition. After thousands of years of burial, these gargoyles have become inactive.
"Ouch!" The little zombie didn't care about Nigris. He yelled and bumped into another sculpture.
During this period of time, the one who benefited the most from growing vegetables in the wild was actually the little zombie. Every night, it imitated Ange and stretched out its hands into the wind of rest.
At first, it only dared to stretch out one finger, touch it and take it back, touch it again and take it back again. Soon, it dared to keep its finger raised.
The cold breath in the wind of rest tempers its soul and strengthens its skin and flesh. Although it still looks like a bast zombie, the sturdiness of its body has long reached the level of a copper-skinned zombie, and it is still extremely dense and boneless. A loose copper-skinned zombie.
If Ange hadn't set an example by himself, corpse witches of his level would never dare to expose their bodies to the wind of rest, because they don't know the benefits of doing so. They only know that the cold breath will make the soul uncomfortable.
But how can we have a strong body without enduring countless hardships? Only if you eat the most hardships will you become a corpse within a corpse.
There was another collision, and the sculpture on the opposite wall was shattered into pieces.
When Rufa Shi was about to hit the third one, the statue turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared, and the little zombie hit the wall directly.
"Everyone, be careful." Just as Nigris warned, the hands of the angel skeleton next to him suddenly lit up with holy light, covering its hands like two rays of light, and then punched it out.
when! There was nothing in front of him, but he clearly hit something, and there was a clashing sound. The light on the angel's skeleton hand also lit up due to the collision, reflecting a blurry shadow.
Before anyone could see clearly what it was, the angel skeleton's other fist hit it again, Dang! There was another blow.
The angel skeleton's two fist beads, Dangdang, Dangdang, serial attack, and the strike sounds are connected.
Its normal fights with the little zombies are not just fights. Many of the creatures' fighting and hunting skills are learned from the fights.
Continuous collisions, constant flashes of light, through the light it was barely possible to see clearly what the enemy the angel skeleton was fighting against was a human-shaped smoke, holding two shadow-like daggers, stabbing quickly.
"It's a ghost warrior!" Nigris, who saw clearly, quickly warned.
Ange tilted his head and looked at it.
Nigris sighed: "Don't you know what a ghost warrior is?"
Ange nodded.
"Do you know ghosts? Do you remember Feilin's little pet Black Face? Then do you know Black Warriors? Ghost Warriors, like Black Warriors, are spiritual bodies with entities. The difference is that Ghost Warriors have no wisdom, while Black Warriors have wisdom. , just like the difference between zombies and lichs.”
"Looking at the guards and the like, it's best not to have wisdom. A wise soul has stayed here for thousands of years and would have run away long ago." After finishing speaking, Nigris cursed again: "I am the God of Knowledge, not God of common sense, stop asking these common sense things.”
"Oh, where did the king go?" Ange immediately thought of the question that he wanted to know the most but it was not common sense.
"..." If he hadn't known Ange's character, Negris would have thought that he did it on purpose. How could he stab someone else's wound with a knife like this?
While Ange and Negris were talking, the battle between the angel skeleton and the ghost warrior entered a fierce stage. The holy light in the hands of the angel skeleton was like two fist gloves, and the shadow spikes of the ghost warrior did not lose at all. , but forced the enemy to retreat step by step.
The ghost warrior retreated step by step to the wall, unable to retreat, and could only turn into a ball of smoke.
The angel skeleton's punch missed and hit the wall with a loud bang, which almost broke the wall and made the little zombie on the other side tremble.
With a sudden spread of its wings, the angel skeleton flew up, and Tan grabbed a cloud of smoke and threw it to the ground.
Ordinary angels may not be able to see through the traces of the ghost warrior, but the one in front of them is not an angel, but a skeleton covered in angel skin. It also uses its soul to observe the world.
The ghost warrior is good at stealth and assassination, and it is completely inferior to the battle angel with a strong desire to fight. When its whereabouts are revealed, its fate is doomed.
The ghost warrior who was thrown back to the ground was blasted continuously by the fists of the angel skeleton wrapped in holy light, and exploded into pieces.
After beating the enemy, the angel skeleton ran back and raised his fist to show Ange. There were broken wounds on it, probably from hitting the wall.
Ange offered holy light to heal it, and hooked the Death Scythe forward in his other hand, drawing back a ball of soul flame.
The Angel Skeleton blasted the Ghost Warrior, but failed to kill it. If it waited for it to recover, it would be a huge threat to ordinary people.
In the corridor behind, they encountered no more enemies. Time is indeed the biggest enemy of all. Even the immortal soul sometimes has a hard time withstanding the passage of time.
But it is more likely that he disappeared with the king.
When I came to the end of the corridor, I saw a thick wall with no mechanical switch in sight, and even the soul could not penetrate it.
"How to open this door?" Ange asked Nigris. This should not be common sense.
"..."
