"Don't worry about the things in the dark! They are not real!" Although the speaker was eloquent and convincing, his expression was extremely nervous and alert. In this artificially created darkness, even the Barak blood clan should be careful. But what should he beware of? In the lightless land, vampires are obviously a fearful existence, so what can they fear? The huge palm slowly stroked Jung's shoulders, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch subconsciously.

"Get away." The white-haired elf showed a ferocious expression, and his right hand suddenly waved, and the cloak behind him spread out like a bat's wings. The big hand immediately disappeared in the darkness, leaving a gray-white handprint on his shoulder. In fact, Jung didn't feel threatened. Judging from his performance of the palm marks on his shoulder, he was more disgusted with the hand that dirty his clothes. But this was only for him that the others in this chaos were not so calm. Perhaps Jung himself was not calm either. It was just that his long life had learned to hide his emotions in the most critical situation, and of course it was more likely that his facial muscles had lost their vitality for too long.

"Not real? I've never seen such a real phantom! Do you want to tell me that if you don't resist, we won't tear these things apart? It's just murder!" Alice waved a short sword. This knife was different from the short sword she used before. There was no obvious sword grid to distinguish the blade and the grip. In comparison, the blade body was only two-thirds of the sword body, and only had one blade. Such weapons were rare in human communities and were more common among elves, especially those who had left the forest and lived on the plains and built cities. Compared with their similar species in the forest, they needed to resist the enemy, so they had higher requirements for weapons.

"Those things are just dust! Didn't you see, my dear little parrots? They are just dust! They can only dirty your clothes, damn, so don't let your excess fighting spirit stir up more! You are creating opponents on your own!" The vampire's voice was a little angry, and his right foot stepped out, shattering some creatures on the floor. He didn't know what those things were, nor did he want to know, because they were just dust.

But the protests of the witch hunter were not unreasonable. For Alice, the things her blade cut every time were not only real, but also had temperature and quality. From the monocle glasses on her nose, the enemies attacking in the dark also had complete bodies, not like phantoms created by tricks used for intimidation. Jung was indeed knowledgeable, but he also had things he didn't know and had times when making wrong judgments. Those mistakes would cost him. For the blood clan who had no heartbeat, it was no big deal to be penetrated with a hole on his body, but now it was not a family gathering, and no one in the six-person team could accept this price.

"What she said makes sense, white-haired bats, we are not wizards. If the things here are really as you said, we will find a way to crack them. Then we will believe you. Before that, we still have to fight with these dirty, humble, and devilish things. Because it just pulled out my hair! Hey, no one told you that the cat's hair would be scratched by the cat!" The flying swallow sword in the dark flew up and down, flashing with the unique green luster of bronze. Unlike the bronze creations dug out from the tomb, the light reflected by the sword used as a weapon is not cold, but more like a soft green halo. Wherever the green light passes, all the enemies dissipate.

The vampire's eyes turned redder, not because he was angry with Kailas' words, but because he had heard of it, it was nothing. It was mainly because he deeply realized that he had missed the arrangement of his opponent. If the trap set on the floor before was made by one person, then the problem they encountered at this time came from the original owners, that is, the cultists. Only they could use such means, and for a while he was immersed in the pleasure of breaking the chain of plans and led the team into this trap. For a leader who believed that he had the ability to see the details, this inevitably brought a considerable sense of frustration.

"Dust, you can be everything in places without light. Once exposed to the light, you become the most unwilling thing. There are indeed similarities between us. Unfortunately, you are just something that is touched by spells, which is essentially different from me. When I was young, the humans I knew told me that his tribe members believed that mice grew from rotten grass, and decaying plants would turn into flying insects. I laughed at him fiercely and told him that mice can only be born from mice, and flying insects can only come from pupa and eggs. Now, no matter who your spell comes from, it makes me embarrassed. After a long time, many things can be put down, but the only thing that cannot be put down is the past."

The scarlet eyes bloomed in the dark floor with terrifying colors. Unlike the magic light in the eyes of the spellcaster, the red light in the eyes of the blood clan does not spread outward. It only exists in the eyes, and will not form a column of light, nor will it produce a halo. It is false, like two red stickers sticking on the wall, making people unable to think of this being the eyes of creatures. Vampires could not be called creatures. They are immortals and death-eating people beyond life and death. The white-haired elf

He opened his hands and held the cloak behind his back with his fingers. The bat completely spread its wings, but not for flying. Inside the gorgeous cloak was a terrifying deep darkness, which swallowed other darkness, and then light emerged in the space where darkness disappeared. Such a strange scene was confusing, because darkness and light should not have been presented in this way. Fortunately, it only lasted for a very short time. After a moment, the darkness returned.

The space, which was full of fighting sounds, was quiet, and the dusty enemy did not attack again. There was a slight glimmer from somewhere in the dark room. It was not surprising that it was daytime outside, and the gaps in the wooden boards or windows could become the portal of sunshine. Jung returned to his plain appearance, with a wide cloak wrapped around his body, revealing only one head. He looked around and reached out to throw out a stone.

"Bang!" The stone hit the wall, and the splashing cremation lit up the wall lights hanging there. Then the light, the team found more lampstands, and as they gradually lit up the surroundings, they also had a general understanding of the situation on this floor. Compared with the two-story houses before, this place looked like it had not been renovated yet. In addition to the floor near the hidden stairs, most of the floor was covered by dilapidated cloth, with stone bricks and mud below. In response to this, the layout of the floor was. Apart from the thicker walls used to share the weight of the four walls, there was no clear concept of room here, which made people feel empty. But strangely, in such an empty place, even the sound of footsteps could echo, but there was no such situation between the fight just now, just as the darkness filled the space so that the sound would not return.

However, magic and magic have such characteristics. In the unknown chaos, everything they cause is unreasonable. When the spell is lifted and then look back, those inconsistencies are likely to be the key to the pressure and confusion of the casting object in the spell design. People who are used to dealing with magic can quickly let go. They have experienced that situation too many times, and they will never come back no matter how incredible the past is. The only thing they can grasp is the present.

"It seems like a corral here." Ata covered his nose lightly and said to something beside a wall. Several people looked for the sound and saw a large nest made of straw and various foods scattered beside the nest, from bone rotten meat to vegetable leaves and fruits, most of which were thrown away after being bitten a few times.

They exchanged glances with each other. If it was really a beast clan, what was it raising, and where did that thing go now? The most important thing is, where are the owners of this house and the cultists?
Chapter completed!