Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 123 The Apostles
Rodel Underwater, District Fourteen.

Although the underground waterway is divided into 32 areas, the actual scope of the annual battle festival is mostly limited to areas between the 29th and the [-]th. The area behind is the "forbidden area" controlled by the children of ominous omens, and the area ahead is far away. Deviated from the location of the major arenas, there are many private secret vaults of nobles and reserve areas directly under some dynasties, which naturally do not allow contestants to enter and exit at will.

However, this year's situation is different. Carlisle and his party played directly in the name of the Duke's team, and their starting point was not the Celant Arena, but the underground secret vault of the Duoris Mansion—the one that occupies The ground is positive and its massive building is exactly located in the [-]th arrondissement.

Considering the strong background of this team and the significant gamble, the Wangdu Gladiator Association did not want to cause more trouble, but sent two recorders here symbolically, registering it as the same as other arenas. The starting point is the same, and there is no crystal ball network nearby, which is enough respect for a duke.

For the sake of fairness, Duoris also withdrew all the private troops deployed in the secret treasury area before the game. In theory, even if the four of Carlisle fled back here, they would not be able to get any help from outside the field.

As for the actual situation, only the parties themselves know clearly.

When Fichel arrived here carrying Raglan, who was bleeding and comatose, and Maxwell, carrying the young master Carlisle who was also seriously injured, there were already hundreds of ice trolls standing densely around the fortifications of the secret vault.

They kept roaring, and most of their thick gray hairs had turned fiery red, with dots of blazing flames interspersed, making them look like a burning ocean.

Carlisle took a deep breath, with a strong smell of blood in his nose and throat. He resisted the dull pain from the bones all over his body, and commanded his right arm, which was still barely movable, to stuff the flickering holy flame emblem into the mouth. Returned to the pocket inside the breastplate.

It was this powerful divine spell from Archbishop Pilac that saved all of their lives in that sudden and swiftly ended encounter.

Once the Holy Flame Emblem is infused with divine power, it can simultaneously activate the fire secret technique that the Duke has left in all the icefield mountain monsters in advance. When the fire of the evil god completely breaks through the golden seal, the spirits of the mountain monsters themselves will also be hit unprecedentedly. The magic spell engraved in the middle can take this opportunity to control the minds of all the mountain monsters, and let them use them for themselves in the last day or two of their lives.

In Carlisle's original plan, they only needed to hunt the troll normally and defeat the rest of the participating teams to maintain a fairly high ranking. They would only use this emblem when they were still behind on the last day of the festival.At that time, they only need to find a corner outside the field of vision of the crystal ball, and they can quickly kill those mountain monsters under their control, thus establishing an absolute advantage that other teams cannot shake.

But just as the outside world would not expect the Duke to hold such a trump card, they also completely misjudged Rollo's strength. Even if they had three heroes at the hero level, they would not be able to defeat Luo Luo who had taken the banned drug again. Luo walked in front of Yihe.

In that situation, Carlisle couldn't allow Carlisle to think too much. If he didn't use the Holy Flame Emblem, the three other than himself wouldn't even have a chance to escape there alive.

"Go first. Treat the injury first," Carlisle said weakly, "Uncle Raglan's injury can no longer be delayed."

Sir Fisher said, "Young master, what about the game?"

"Wait for me to rest for a while, and then continue to drive the Holy Flame Emblem. If Luo Luo chases after him, let the trolls kill him. If he doesn't come, we will kill these trolls in the last half hour before the end of the ceremony. Then the winner will still be alive." It will be us."

Ficher nodded emphatically, and walked in with the bloody Raglan on his back. Maxwell handed Carlisle to the two doctors who rushed over and stopped there for a while, then seemed to suddenly think As if he understood something, he gritted his teeth and turned his head to go to another passage.

After walking down several floors continuously along a secret staircase, and passing through several thick steel doors engraved with defensive magic, an empty and deep corridor appeared in front of Maxwell.

Different from other areas of the secret vault, this place is not equipped with any magic energy lamps. Only a rough old-fashioned candle is hung every few steps on the dark walls on both sides. On the body, a dark and twisted shadow was projected on the floor tiles.

Maxwell closed his eyes and breathed the cold and humid air in the corridor. He could feel the dragon heart that did not belong to him beating rapidly in his chest, and the powerful blood like a torrent was rushing madly in his blood vessels, even on the surface of his body. Wisps of white mist evaporated.

Nervousness, excitement, hesitation, bewilderment... He couldn't distinguish his true mood at the moment, or perhaps, those chaotic thoughts could only be described in one word - fear.

After pondering for a long time, he finally opened his eyes, and walked heavily towards the door at the end of the corridor with a faint gleam of light. He couldn't confirm whether he could get out of there alive, but at least he could be sure of one thing—even if it was true. If there is one person who can come out, that person is no longer the current self, just like today's "Dragon Spear" is no longer the humble purple steel fighter seven years ago.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Maxwell saw the familiar desk and the figure opposite the desk that always made his hair stand on end.

It was probably a woman—if judging from the posture under the burqa, but even this he was not sure, the other party always sat in a dim shadow, and the face hidden under the black hood could not be seen clearly at all. , and the voice was an indistinguishable chaos, as if even the Duke had never seen the true face of this guy.

She is just an apostle of God, and an apostle doesn't care about her own face, that's all that person can say.

"Ah, Dragon Eater," the figure smiled softly, "Although you look a bit embarrassed, I am still happy that we meet again—after all, if there is no coercion from others, you have been reluctant to come for a long time Here it is, isn't it?"

"It's the same now," Maxwell said with a dark face, "I have never been interested in your vicious secret arts, especially since I am the target of your arts!"

Hearing these offensive words, the shadow didn't seem to mind at all, she just shrugged and said: "But we have given you unparalleled power."

"The fart is incomparable!" Maxwell cursed in a low voice, "I just met a guy who didn't know how to make himself look like a bad omen. He defeated me and me in less than 30 seconds. My companions, Fichel and Raglan—you have seen them all, and you know their strength!"

"Really?" I don't know if it was Maxwell's illusion, but the other party's unchanging and calm tone seemed to fluctuate for the first time.

"A guy who seems to have obtained the magic power and turned himself into a child of evil omen easily defeated the three of you—if I heard correctly, it should be like this?"

(End of this chapter)