Ancient God Library

2022-05-07

Chapter 89 Dungeon

Being set outside the dangerous house The psychic wall.

You can’t see the clues from the outside, but you can clearly feel it from the inside.

The psionic wall is the means of every awakened society.

It’s convenient and efficient, but when Andy walked in just now, he seemed to have eroded a hole with his ability, and the other party probably didn’t notice it.

“It seems that the psionic wall is not completely safe. There are many mysterious means to get around.” Romon walked down the dark tunnel, not far from Antti.

The two remained silent after walking down the tunnel, focusing on the surrounding environment and beingware of sudden danger.

Exactly as Romon thought.

Anti’s Awakening ability can break through walls of psionic power without the decorator noticing.

At the end of the ruined passage is a large dungeon.

The dungeon hall houses two mechanical workbenches with densely packed glass bottles on display. Liquids of various colors are contained in them, and the bottles are neatly labelled.

It seems that the owner here has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the bottles of different colors must be placed in different areas.

and the label orientation is neat and consistent.

Several pipes extend from the mechanical workbench, connecting to the furnace pot in the hall, and the green liquid is boiling soup.

There are cells on either side.

The people held in each cell have varying degrees of plague infection.

This is a plague laboratory.

Myron, who had spied on Romon Spirit Physique before, sat on the edge of the dungeon with a deck of Kunka cards: “I got up this morning and gave myself a divination, and the result was not to go out. Now I’ve done another divination, and the results are also not optimistic.

Archibald, is your improved version of the research on insect pests better? I don’t have time to spend with you.”

Mai Lun’s eyes haven’t recovered yet, so he has to use a blind staff to go out. The last divination experience was so profound that he still has lingering fears.

This plague laboratory was created by the High State Alliance and the Corpse Sect.

The High Confederation is a federal state.

The large and small tribes, small kingdoms, and all influence in the country form a huge alliance. However, such a country does not have a unified culture or a unified ideology, and can only maintain domestic stability by exporting wars and constant aggression.

In war, they do everything they can.

The Blood Cup Religion and the ghouls hit it off after the High Confederates proposed to spread the plague.

The Blood Cup Religion provided valuable materials, the ghouls contributed the technology to create the plague, and the High State Confederacy provided research, the environment for the creation of the plague, and the subsequent dissemination.

The division of labor and cooperation is very clear.

Archibald is a pharmacist in the corpse religion, specializing in all kinds of deadly poisons and potions. The perfect combination of pie.

It’s not uncommon for people to think a lot.

But to be able to put these ideas into action, with decades of hard work, strict self-discipline, and realization of their own ideas with their own hands, this is outrageous.

On Earth.

This kind of person is simply impossible to have women and hair!

“Don’t worry, the Church of Life has found a formidable opponent this time.

The plague mixed with three different pests can be solved, it’s not the ability to heal the trash in the church. I did it.

It was the first time that my douchebag met an opponent, and this time I’m going to concoct a more powerful douchebag.”

Archibald’s face is rotten with flesh and blood Creeping, there is light in his eyes.

That’s the frenetic rays of light.

He was lonely…

As a child, Archibald was obsessed with pharmacology and pathology.

And showed a strong innate talent in this area, and then put several decades of life into this.

Even because lifespan is not enough.

He took the initiative to join the corpse cult and turned himself into a corpse demon.

Skin rotten and crumbled, raw corpses, none of these things, Archibald just wanted more time and lifespan to devote himself to research.

Now that he has met a guy who can unravel his poison, what arises in his heart is not a sense of frustration, but a strong excitement.

Seeing that Archibald was so engrossed in his research that he stopped talking, Myron was angry, but there was nothing he could do.

No matter in that era, talent is the most important.

“Myron, you make a fuss about nothing too much. There are traps I set up around. If someone breaks in, even if they don’t die, they will be discovered immediately. I have to go through the Transmission Formation I arranged.” In the corner, the man in the black coat showed a look of disdain on his face.

As a necromancer technician, Archibald has bodyguards at his side anytime, anywhere.

Luke was the best of Archibald’s bodyguards.

The two have been working together for several years.

Myron coldly said: “How do you think my eyes are blind? In this city, there are other dangers besides the Three Major Sects and the Bureau of Investigation.”

He didn’t argue with the ghouls.

The madness with Blood Cup Religion is not the same as mindless.

The ghouls are all sinister perverts.

The Spiritual God worshipped by these two sects will make people’s brains go crazy intermittently.

Whether it is the “Blood Cup” or the “corpse god” believed in by the corpse religion.

If there is no task at hand.

Myron simply doesn’t want to deal with lunatics.

Now he just wants to get the improved plague quickly, and then go home quickly. Today’s divination results make him nervous every moment.

Since his eyes were stabbed blind, he has retreated from the first line to the second line.

Those lunatics and perverts are left to people like Augusta to deal with. He hides in the second line, helps deliver medicine, spy on intelligence, etc. There is no danger, right?

During their conversation, the three of them did not notice a translucent Nether Soul in the wall next to them, which could hear their words clearly.

In the dark channel.

Anti’s left eye is dull, and with Nether Soul’s shared perspective, she has found the dungeon.

“Just in front, two Second Rank awakened, one from the High State Confederacy and one from the Corpse Religion.” Andy whispered.

“The Corpse Religion?”

Romon didn’t expect that there was actually a corpse cult involved in this incident, and thought it was all from the Blood Cup Religion group.

But these two cults are in unison, and it is not surprising that there is a corpse cult.

“Go, kill them.”

Anti’s eyes flashed faintly, and there was a morbid look on her face.

“Neither of you have had a confrontation with the Blood Cup Religion group before, so don’t come forward and leave it to me.” Romon thought for a while, and felt that there was no need to involve the Senior Sisters and the others.

However, Antti shook his head: “Anyway, sooner or later, there will be a conflict with the Blood Cup Religion group. You are a blood sacrifice, and they will not let you go. Let’s kill a few first, lest Blood Cup Religion The regiment thinks we are soft persimmons. Moreover, if we kill now, there will be fewer enemies in the future. As for enemies, the more we kill, the fewer and fewer.”

This…

Romon also said I’ve never seen Andy look like this.

Are all my senior sisters sick?

(End of this chapter)