Sandra's throat was blocked by such words. She was dazed for a long time before she lowered her head and handed the buckler in her hand to Vina Cana, along with the portable oil lamp. Hand it over after the lamp oil.
Venakana took the buckler, put it on, and stepped forward.
The three of them went deeper.
Sandra followed Vina Cana closely, and Queen Claudia's graceful sword swayed in the firelight.
After passing a few corners, the vague sound of water came to their ears through the tomb.
Venakana stroked the wall, which became increasingly slippery as the journey progressed.
A bone-piercing chill spread over the dust.
As the three of them moved forward, the sound of water became louder, the chill became heavier, and light gray dust floated in the air.
Venakana was tense and her palms were sweaty. She had a premonition from divinity and couldn't help but slow down her pace.
When they stepped into the deep darkness, through the faint firelight, they saw the rushing river washing both sides of the river.
Hundreds of corpses were scattered in the lower reaches of the river, their faces indistinguishable in the darkness.
One pillar after another stands on the river bank, with a small horizontal bar extending from the pillar, which seems to be for some kind of bird to stand on.
"During the dreaming ceremony, I saw many nightingales sitting on it and singing."
Jane pointed to the pillars and said in a quick voice.
After Venakana roughly scanned the pillars, she looked up towards the upper reaches of the underground river.
The darkness was filled with unimaginable weirdness and indifference, and the lonely atmosphere made people feel crazy.
The three of them could not hold their breath, and under the leadership of Venakana, they walked towards the upper reaches of the underground river.
The darkness inside becomes deeper and deeper, and an inexplicable sense of despair weighs on everyone's heart.
No one made a sound, and the cold wind around them also became silent, frozen by the light gray dust, completely motionless.
When they reached the gentle part of the river.
The divinity shrank suddenly, and Venakana looked up suddenly.
A dead body with hands lowered and head tilted was hanging upside down from the low ceiling. His face was pale and black.
Facing this horrifying sight, Venakana took a breath of air. She took the torch from Jane and took a few steps forward.
Then, the three of them saw a scene that they would never forget.
One, two, three...
Thousands of corpses were hanging upside down on the quietly flowing underground river. They were of various shapes, including old and young, men and women, nobles and slaves.
Their faces were all pale and black, and they showed faces of great fear before they died.
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A horrifying picture appeared in front of the three people.
Sandra's hands trembled, hundreds of corpses appeared in her eyes, even the female knight who had experienced hundreds of battles could not help but feel fear.
After Jane was initially horrified, she clasped her hands together, held the holy statue around her neck, recited scriptures, and prayed to the gods to take care of these suffering souls.
Venakana didn't look away. She calmly inspected the corpses one after another. They were hanging upside down, with different expressions of sadness. Some of the flesh and blood had been embalmed. Most of them were nobles, and some were embalmed. The bugs were eaten up and a dull stench filled the air. Most of these were civilians or slaves.
"Human sacrifice, human sacrifice was performed in this tomb in order to seek the blessings of the gods."
Venakana saw this in the Divine.
Nobles were regarded as noble sacrifices, and they would be embalmed and hung up after death. Commoners and slaves, on the other hand, would just hang upside down on the ceiling to add to their numbers.
"Which gods do you pray for?"
Jane asked.
Venakana lowered her head, and she saw many carvings on the floor, which seemed to be left by the priests.
"Sabella, the God of Desire, also known as the God of Bel, and Sturrad, the Plague God, and his faithful Hades."
"Sturrad, the Plague God, that is...the evil god..." Sandra exclaimed after hearing this.
"The ancient northern people wouldn't care so much."
Venakana said solemnly:
"The owner of this tomb has a distinguished status. He offered precious sacrifices and prayed to the two gods to protect him."
The three of them looked at each other, exchanged glances, and after confirming each other, decided to move on.
Some corpses were hung very high, while others were hung very low. Many of them had even fallen to the ground. Walking in this horrifying scene was like walking in a corner of hell.
When the three of them were approaching the end of the underground river, the light of the portable oil lamp on Venakana's waist dimmed.
"Are you out of lamp oil?"
Jane temporarily put the torch in Sandra's hand, stepped forward and untied the oil lamp from the princess' waist, extinguished the flame first, then took out some lamp oil from her arms and poured it in.
When she lit the flame again, she was shocked to find that no matter how much oil there was in the lamp, the flame was still so weak.
Venakana looked at the two torches in Sandra's hands.
At some point, the light of the torch had dimmed a lot, but the process was so slow that none of the three people noticed it.
The portable oil lamp was re-ignited several times, but the light was still so weak. There was no choice but to continue moving forward.
Venakana walked a few steps and suddenly stopped.
Under the shoes, there was a sticky and moist feeling.
She lowered her head and saw a pool of thick and dark liquid that had reached her feet at some point.
That's the smell of blood.
Vinakana frowned and took a few steps further.
There was a male corpse lying on the ground. His body was stiff but not stiff, his fingers were twitching slightly, and his eyes were wide open with fear.
Beside the corpse, there was a pitch-black crossbow that had been thrown out of hand.
His dead face was frozen, and his body was in the process of becoming stiff.
"It won't take long for him to die." Venakana said coldly.
There was someone else in the tomb, and Sandra and Jane had strange looks on their faces.
"He has a crossbow with him, and he only has two weapons: a crossbow and a dagger. He shouldn't be alone."
Venakana kicked the black crossbow and continued:
"The quality of this crossbow is very good. They... seem to come from the Nightfall Brotherhood."
