When passing through the area where the roses of the Demon Palace once grew, everyone noticed more details. The bones were covered with dense holes, and they looked like insect holes, making people's scalp numb. The group moved forward almost without looking at each other, and the terrifying and disgusting scenes around them made them upset.

After finally leaving this ocean of skeletons, even Lancelo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They entered a long passage again, and mortal corpses began to appear on both sides of the passage. These corpses obviously belonged to humans or elves, and there were even some more slender individuals. Their clothes had been corroded by a long time, and only broken armor pieces reminded the identity of the warrior.

The corpses still held weapons in their hands, but the iron was also vulnerable before the power of time. The wooden handle and leather straps had long been turned into ashes, and the once sharp blades and spear tips also turned into rusty iron rods.

"These corpses have probably been lying here for thousands of years, otherwise they would not have been weathered so much." Karalin concluded, "Has they ever been a member of the protector?"

"I guess they were separated from their friendly forces in a certain battle and hid here to avoid the enemy." Bruto made an assumption, "When they wanted to retreat, they found that there were a large group of taurens outside! Then the group was trapped to death and then here again. What a pity that there were no dwarves in their team, otherwise they would have dug a tunnel and escaped."

"I like your hiding omnipotent theory, but that's not the truth." The elf ranger shook his silver hair all over his head. "The corpses of those miraculous monsters are much fresher than those here, and there are no traces of fighting on them. Death seems to have suddenly come."

"What kind of attack can make so many people die without preparation?" Lancelo asked curiously, "Is it related to that banshee?"

"The Banshee may be the byproduct of that attack." Karalin's face looked a little unkind, "Be careful, the stronger the curse, the stronger the monster it creates."

Everyone nodded after hearing this and held the weapon in their hands tighter.

After passing through the passage, everyone entered a smaller hall. More corpses were scattered in the hall, and groups of three or two overlapped together, and there was no trace of battle.

But the direction of the corpses fell was very consistent, and death seemed to be the sudden arrival of them when they fled out. This strange scene made everyone swallow their saliva, and their eyes couldn't help but concentrate on a heavy metal door deep in the hall.

Lancelo felt that the material of the door looked very familiar. He recognized it as abyss metal as soon as he recalled it. This material was used before. This metal would no longer rust in the abyss environment, but their processing methods were very valuable and secrets even for the demons. Only a few demon craftsmen mastered the method.

There was no window on the heavy iron door. The bare surface was covered with thick dust. It was obviously not opened for a long time. What is interesting is that there were several extremely tall skeletons at the door. Judging from their horned heads, clawed palms and long tailbones, it was obviously a residue of the demon.

The movement of the crowd made the air start to flow, and the steel boots they fell also made the ground shake slightly. Although the movements were very small, the bones collapsed like melted snowmen and turned into a thin pool of bone meal on the ground.

"Isn't that a phenomenon unique to demon corpses?" Bruto raised the common question in everyone's mind, "How did they appear here?"

"Is there another possibility?" Little Isa, with a pale face, spoke, obviously in a state of high fright. "Behind the iron door is a cell, and these demons are the jailers guarding the place. The dead humans and elves outside are here to rescue the prisoners. They defeated the guards outside the cell, but the owner of this prison left a powerful curse as a backup..."

"It's very reasonable, maybe that's the truth, or part of the truth." The Elf Ranger nodded, "and the banshee who asked us for help was probably the prisoner locked up in it during her lifetime. Her body should be behind this door, and that's exactly what we need to purify."

"Are there any enemies behind the door?" Caralin asked Lancelo, whose sensing ability made them prepare for the battle in advance countless times during the adventure.

Lancelo closed his eyes gently, but opened them quickly.

"No, this metal door is too thick and my induction ability cannot penetrate it."

"Alotisia, is your ability to detect evil useful?" The scholar turned his head and looked at the Succubus Saint, but the expression on his face was that he didn't have much hope.

"Not me." The succubus shook his wings. This action was similar to the shrugging of the wingless creature. "The ability of the detection type could not pass through three feet of soil, one foot of stone, one inch of metal or a thin layer of lead. Unfortunately, the nature of the abyss metal is similar to that of lead. Even if Dimogao Genzu was behind that door, I would not be able to detect it."

"But I have a intuition that the banshee is behind the door." Lancelo pulled out his hand and half a sword from his shoulder. The faint green light lit up on the blade, bringing some light sources to the originally dark hall. Everyone now has the ability to see dark vision born or potions, and the light environment is as bright as daytime for them.

Everyone who had already cooperated with each other knew what Lancelo drew his sword. Even the elf prince who had not been traveling with them for a long time was not difficult to understand the meaning of this action. The priest had already begun to pray in a low voice, and the scholars took out several scrolls from their backpacks, and the others also clasped their weapons and shields, ready for battle.

"Be careful, I'm going to open the door!"

Lancelo put half of his hand on his shoulder, and his left hand was free to start making seals. In the surprised gaze of the elf ranger, countless tiny but tough vines emerged from the hole wall around the iron gate, like crowbars, and began to push the heavy metal gate.

"I told you that my elder brother has the ability to cast spells." The dwarf said to Akshian in a cool tone, as if he was very despised at the latter's fuss.

"Strong." The Elf Prince sighed sincerely, "It is rare to see people wearing armor able to control plants so skillfully. You know, those druids hate any metal products."
Chapter completed!