Boiling couldn't speak, but the communication at the conscious level let Sandpaper know his answer.

"I don't think it's too big, but it's really not suitable for use here. If we blow this place up, we won't be able to go back. Now let's go find Miss Clear Sky and Kestrel.

Hey! They came so quickly."

Sandpaper and the kestrel have a unique perceptual connection and can locate each other in this maze.

Qingkong walked over on gravel. She didn't expect that sandpaper could end the battle so quickly. This combination of a violent girl and a war machine seemed to be more suitable for sandpaper.

Among the rubble, the torn limbs of the undead were quickly reorganized. Without the control of the Abyss Mage, the undead were free. They did not attack Qingkong and the others, but all hid in the rooms on both sides of the corridor.

Qingkong could feel that these undead spirits had not left. They were hiding in the shadows, as if they were waiting for something.

"Sandpaper, don't act alone next time you encounter an emergency. Fortunately, you met an abyss mage this time. If it were the abyss apostle Portlem, you and Boiling will definitely suffer."

Sandpaper sometimes dared to quarrel with Luke, but she always listened to Qingkong's words. Her hair drooped down, looking like a puppy who had been taught a lesson: "I understand, Miss Qingkong. I will never act alone again next time."

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"Just be obedient...but you and Boiling did a great job. By killing an Abyss Mage, we will have one less enemy to deal with, and we are also sure that Portlem is here.

We just need to find him slowly."

After being praised by Qingkong, Sandpaper's hair became brittle again: "Find Portlem, let me and Boiling take the lead. Boiling performed very well, go back and reward my sister with specially prepared engine oil."

Boiling raised his hands and shook them, looking very happy.

At this time, Kestrel said: "Miss Qingkong, the undead spirit that has been following us is here..."

Everyone looked in the direction that the kestrel was pointing, and the searchlight on Boiling's shoulder shone in. In the middle of the corridor stood a man, wearing the magic apprentice robe of Oulu Academy a hundred years ago, blocking the strong light with his hands.

Part of the light penetrates through his body, and it can be seen that he is not an entity, but a embodied ghost.

The ghost said: "I mean no harm..."

The clear sky caused the beam of the boiling searchlight to move slightly, and the person lowered his hand to reveal his appearance. A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with beautiful chestnut curly hair.

"Who are you? What is your identity? Why have you been following us?"

"My name is Lemondo, an undead. This may be what I looked like when I was alive. After all, as an undead, I won't remember what happened in my life..." Lemondo slowly approached: "You are looking for the mages who invaded here.

?I can help you."

"Stop and don't move!" Qingkong warned the approaching undead: "Although I can't kill you here, I can seal you. Do you know where those mages are?"

Lemondo immediately stood still and replied: "They are on the third floor. I can take you there and I can also provide you with help."

Qingkong did not relax her vigilance. She asked Lemondo: "Why do you want to help us? To you, they are intruders, and we are also intruders."

Lemondo replied angrily: "After they came in, they arrested the undead here. Most of the undead were sealed by them, and only a few hid themselves to avoid their capture.

They also captured Jennifer.

We all hope that you can drive away those mages and restore peace here."

As Lemondo said, some undead people came out of the houses on both sides, seemingly willing to help.

Qingkong continued to ask: "Who is Jenniferni?"

"She is different from us..." Lemondo said: "She is not an undead, she is our companion, telling us the stories of our lives."

Bruce Ban was greatly surprised: "There are people alive in the student dormitory that sank into the ground? This is impossible. It is impossible for a person to live here for more than a hundred years. Are you sure that Jennifer is not an undead?"

"We are sure that she is not an undead, she has memories."

After receiving the confirmation, Bruce Ban said to Qingkong: "We must save her... Oh my God! Someone was buried from a hundred years ago to now. It's hard to imagine how she spent her time here."

"Yes, we must save her." Qingkong said to Lemondo: "Rescuing Jennifer and the other undead does not conflict with the purpose of our coming here. We can help each other make things smoother.

Lemondo, just lead the way for us, and other undead people should not follow. Your fighting power will only hinder us."

"As you command, mighty elf."

Lemondo agreed with what Qingkong said, except that the undead here can be resurrected infinitely, their combat power is nothing but scum.

Except for Lemondo, the other undead retreated into the rooms on both sides, and the corridor suddenly became much quieter.

"Let's go...it's almost dawn. Try to finish work before dawn. I'm tired after a busy day." Qingkong looked at his battery and saw that there was still 70% left.

"Yes, please come with me."

Lemondo turned around and walked back. Qingkong waved his hand, and Sandpaper and Boiling followed. The others followed the previous formation and walked forward with caution.

There was no need to search rooms one by one, and the team moved much faster. After walking through a corridor and a flight of stairs, the group arrived at the third floor. Boiling lights illuminated the dark corridor, and some green will-o'-wisps appeared on the walls on both sides, seemingly for the purpose.

They point the way.

Only about fifty meters in front, a black curtain blocked the light. There were black flames dancing on the black curtain, which swallowed up all other lights, as if there was another world on the other side.

"Miss Qingkong..." Sandpaper discovered the anomaly in front of him: "My perception can't penetrate that layer of darkness, the other party looks very powerful."

Lemondo also said: "Those mages are over there."

"I understand..." Qingkong said to the team members: "That is a unique space created by Portlem using secret techniques. There should be powerful undead created by secret techniques in it, as well as very destructive illusions.

Don't run around after you come in with me, especially Professor Ben. You have the lowest mental power and are the most susceptible to the influence of illusions."

Guqi

Bruce Ban clutched his magic wand tightly: "Yes, Professor Qingkong, I won't drag everyone down."

"Okay! Since Portlem has opened a dungeon for us, I will take you in to clear it."

Qingkong led the team to the front, and the others followed closely behind her.

As the distance got closer, the beam of the boiling searchlight was still unable to penetrate the black curtain. The dancing flames on the black curtain became clearer, like a hand with claws and teeth, trying to pull all intruders into the endless abyss.

Walking to the front of the black curtain, Qingkong took out the Canggu Panyan Machete and pushed it to level 80.

Her eyes turned into ice crystal color, and as the Holy Grail appeared above her head and sprinkled blessings, her right arm emitted a pure white holy light. A layer of half armor began to attach from the arm, and patterns appeared on her cheeks.

The surging sacred energy shines forward, and the black curtains that cannot be penetrated by the searchlight beams are sunken inwards, and a passage appears in front of the clear sky.

Qingkong, who had entered an extremely calm state, said nothing and stepped into the passage. After seeing Qingkong's change of clothes in surprise, the others also walked in one after another.

After passing through the dark curtain, we no longer saw the corridor of the dormitory building in front of us, but a closed hall.

Everyone except Qing Kong was shocked by what they saw.

"This is the secret word: Tomb Chamber Royal Court." Qingkong reminded everyone who had never seen such a scene.

This palace-shaped tomb is extremely spacious, with eighteen thick stone pillars supporting a towering dome. The walls of the tomb are carved with exquisite murals, with lifelike characters and animals, and their eyes are embedded with brilliant gems.

At the end of the tomb palace is a high platform, and a throne stands on the high platform. At this time, Portlem is sitting on the throne. He supports his chin with one hand, wearing a crown on his head, and his eyes are shining with red light.

He looked down at the visitors below with a proud posture.

"Miss Qingkong, you surprise me!" Portlem's voice pressed from top to bottom, and the momentum brought up a strong wind: "You can actually accurately describe this secret technique that I specially developed for myself. I

I very much doubt that you were once an abyss mage, otherwise how could you know so many of our secrets!"

Portlem's other hand tapped slowly on the armrest of the throne.

Dong Dong Dong... it was very loud and harsh in the empty tomb hall. At the same time, the gems acting as eyes on the wall also glowed and flashed with the rhythm.

The sound became louder and louder, as if a well-trained army was marching in an orderly manner.

"You can doubt whatever you want now, but you won't have to doubt it when you die." Qingkong quickly took out a cardboard box from the space backpack and said to Bruce Ban: "Did you see the wall behind us? Call the ones on it a

Replace the jewels for your eyes with the ones I brought.

Time is running out, hurry up!"

"Yes, Professor Qingkong." Bruce Ban turned around holding the cardboard box. Behind him was not the black curtain they walked in, but a wall of the tomb hall. There were also many murals and sculptures on this wall, including the eyes of characters and animals.

They are all shining gems.

Bruce Ban opened the cardboard box, which was full of obsidian. He used magic to lift out a gem on the wall, and then used shaping magic to trim a piece of obsidian into a suitable shape and size, and then embedded it in its original position.

As a former assistant teacher of the Alchemy Department and responsible for the processing of alchemical materials, Bruce Ban is very comfortable in handling this kind of work. Moreover, he can see that a large-scale secret art is in progress. What Professor Qingkong asked him to do must be

It is to affect the release of this secret word.

We must be quick, we must complete the deployment of the new Secret Word before the Secret Word is actually released.

Seeing Bruce Ban's actions, Portlem could no longer continue to pretend calmly. He tapped the handrail faster and asked Qingkong: "You, how can you understand this secret language! Who are you!"

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"Get ready to fight, a large group of enemies are approaching." Qingkong whispered to Sandpaper and Kestrel, and then walked forward with a knife. She teleported to the foot of the high platform, stepped on the steps, and took a step towards Portlem on the throne at the end.

Walking over: "I... know more than you think."

Qingkong stretched out her hand, and the Book of Disaster floated in her palm.

Seeing the Book of Disaster, the red light in Portlem's eyes instantly focused. At this moment, the secret message he had prepared reached the moment when he had to release it.

Portlem stopped tapping his hand and turned his palm over. A shriveled brain floated on his palm.

"Whisper: The Dark Knight's Final Song!"

"Whisper: The Dark Knight's Final Song!"

Portlem on the throne and Clear Sky walking up the stairs spoke secret words at the same time. The withered brain turned into powder in Portlem's hands and disappeared, but his eyes were still staring at the Calamity.
To be continued...