In front of my eyes was pitch black.

Fang Yu reluctantly took out the matchbox - only half of it was left - and lightly lit the match. The faint flame illuminated a small area. He turned over on the ground holding the flame and couldn't help but twitch.

He took a breath, his whole body felt like it was falling apart.

The firelight reflected the surrounding environment. The platform above was six or seven meters high from below. He saw that his magic furnace was still quietly falling on the edge of the platform, motionless. The resentful soul above had disappeared at this time, and the previous one had disappeared.

The shrill laughter seemed like an illusion, only echoing in the darkness.

Fang Yu vaguely felt that his body had been strengthened, and he didn't have any injuries after falling from such a height. He checked carefully and found that he had no fractures or anything. This was almost unimaginable before.

Things, physical attributes should definitely be greatly improved.

But without the character interface, he couldn't know exactly what happened.

Fortunately, Fang Plover was used to it. He learned alchemy in Kapka. He was different from others and couldn't add points freely. In the end, he got through it, although the novice stage was a bit long.

He raised the firelight and discovered a blackened skeleton not far away. It should be a woman, with a slender frame and a hunched body leaning against the wall. Its head was not on its neck, but rolled down.

On one side.

This is the body of a dead body whose starlight has dried up.

Fang Plover was a little surprised. The people who could enter here should not be the Chosen One. Since the Dead Zone only takes effect on glowing substances, the skeleton could only be the aboriginal people who died here because the starlight completely disappeared.

A Numerin elf?

But it didn't quite look like it. He read from the book collection of the Craftsmen's Association that the ancient Numelin elves were tall, with an average height of two meters or more. But this skeleton was exquisitely built, even shorter than him.

This may be the owner of the resentful soul. Fang Yu thought to himself that he happened to know some uncommon knowledge about this kind of undead - the resentful soul is a type of earth-bound spirit, which is usually tied near the area of ​​death and likes to seduce.

Others repeat their experiences and step into the arms of death.

So it stumbled and died?

He raised his head and looked at it. It was not a big problem to drop someone to death from this height, but it was a bit outrageous to drop his head so far. He looked at the body again, and it didn't look like it was in a position where it hit the ground head first.

Unless it can break its neck and then get up from the ground——

This strange idea that suddenly came to him made Fang Yu burst into laughter. He felt that he was completely scaring himself. How could this be possible? Even if she became an undead, she would not be resurrected immediately, not to mention that she had become a resentful spirit.

At this time, the match burned his hand, and he quickly shook it to extinguish it.

Darkness descended around him once again. Standing in the depths where he couldn't see his fingers, Fang Yu subconsciously went to get the second match, but his movements suddenly froze. He suddenly felt that the behavior of the resentful soul was a bit strange, and the undead didn't understand anything.

It's a prank. These twisted existences dominated by evil consciousness have an extreme hatred for the living. Their whole purpose is to create as many of the same kind as possible.

Where did it go?

While he was thinking this, a strange sound suddenly came from the darkness. It sounded like something crawling on the ground, and the sound was crisp and clear, like bones hitting the ground.

Fang Plover's blood froze.

That voice came from behind——

He suddenly jumped forward, and something scratched his back. There was a huge gash in his robe. His back felt cold, and the wound was burning and painful.

Ignoring the pain, he quickly lit the match and turned around, only to see a bloody mouth rushing towards him in the darkness. Of course, saying "bloody mouth" may be inappropriate - it was a huge iron mouth.

The large jagged mouth is filled with metal components.

A giant constructed dog, almost as tall as a person.

Fang Yu suddenly understood what the death method of that skeleton was. It was normal for him to be kissed by this thing and have his neck broken. These 'amiable' big dogs must have been attracted by the resentful spirit. Damn it!

He hurriedly rolled back, letting the constructed dog bite him empty.

He didn't know whether it was because it had been idle for too long, but the old antique was a little wobbly, and its movements were not as agile as he imagined. But before Fang Pliance had time to be happy, red lights lit up in the darkness.

Seven or eight construct dogs slowly walked out of the darkness, clicking, clicking, the sound made by their metal claws touching the ground.

The match in Fang Plover's hand continued to burn until half of it was burned.

He didn't hesitate, turned around and ran away. Regardless of whether he could escape or not, staying here would definitely lead to death. But before Fang Pliance got up and took two steps, something suddenly tripped under his feet, and he suddenly lost his center of gravity and flew into the air.

Got out.

He was knocked down so hard that he ate shit.

Fang Yu almost burst into tears. He couldn't help but secretly cursed who could be so wicked and throw things away. He ignored the pain and hurriedly got up, but suddenly he noticed a faint light coming from behind.

Fang Yu was startled for a moment and turned around subconsciously.

He saw that the thing that tripped him was shining brightly in the darkness.

It was actually a crown, composed of twenty-one stars juxtaposed with each other. The other stars were forged from mithril, and only the star in the center was carved from crystal. At this moment, it was the crystal that emanated from that crystal.

A brilliant blue light emerges.

Fang Yu was stunned when he saw the light - the green and blue light flowed in the darkness, as beautiful as a dream. But wasn't that the same light as the dagger? It's just that this light was much purer.

He was still wondering, but unexpectedly found that the constructed dogs seemed to be afraid of light and hesitated in the distance.

Fang Plover was overjoyed when he saw this, as if a drowning man had grasped a life-saving straw. He quickly got up and walked over to pick up the crown and raised it with both hands. The crown was brightly illuminated, and the construct dogs retreated in fear.

step.

There is no perfect way for everyone!

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu couldn't help but let out a long breath. But then he subconsciously looked at the light flowing on the crystal - it was exactly the same as the light emitted by the dagger at that time. There might be ripples of blue light in the middle of the azure light.

, very unique and dreamlike.

Will there be any relationship between the two?

This question just flashed through his mind when suddenly there was a sharp roar in the distance, and a construct dog flew up as if it had been hit by a cannonball, missed Fang Plover, and hit the metal wall behind him.

After a loud noise, scattered parts rolled over from that direction - including one of the opponent's metal eyes.

Another white light flashed through the darkness, and the huge head of another construct dog fell. Only then did Fang Plover realize that someone had arrived. He raised his head and saw the other two giant dogs falling.

It was too fast. He estimated that these construct dogs were at least level ten creatures, but they were vulnerable to attack. The attackers were at least level twenty. At the fourth level, they were one level higher than Scape and Querod.

Leveled up.

But Fang Plover has a vague feeling that it may be higher.

The constructs also had basic intelligence. Seeing this scene, they understood that the enemy was invincible and fled in all directions. The unknown attacker did not pursue it, but slowly walked out of the darkness.

With the light from the crown, Fang Plover could clearly see the figure of the other party.

Miya was wearing a tight-fitting suit, and the star-shaped pendant between her collarbones was shining, just like the crown in his hand. On her flawless face, her pale silver eyes reflected the light like stars, and she looked at him quietly.

The two slender war blades in her hands emitted a faint fluorescence in the darkness, and they were worn on the left and right - they were repaired by Fang Plover himself.

She said softly: "I didn't expect you to come here."

"Miya, you..."

Fang Yu had thousands of questions in his mind, and they all turned into ashes the moment he saw Miya. His mind was in a mess, as if he had been stuffed with seven or eight balls of thread, and he said an incoherent sentence, "I don't know."

What to do.

He suddenly felt that he was really a retard——

"Give it to me, Ed, it's of no use to you."

Miya looked at the crown in his hand, her voice was soft and not slow.

Only then did Fang Yu react. He lowered his head and turned the crown in his hand half a circle, looked at the decorations on it, and touched the turquoise crystal with his hand.

This is really a superb work of art. The silver texture is engraved with patterns of flowers and birds. It is covered with ivy and wild roses, as well as heather, mountains, caves, and cities. But it doesn't look like the style of elves, more like a dwarf.

People's works.

After a while, he raised his head: "What is this?"

"Crown of the Sea Forest."

Fang was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the crown in his hand. "...This is the Crown of Hailin? It is a holy object of the dwarves created together with the Holy Sword of Morning Light, and is one of the two symbols of Kaolin-Ithurion.

Hasn’t it been missing for more than a hundred years, so why is it here?”

"That's a long story," Miya replied, "I can tell you what you want to hear."

"That's no need," Fang Pliong shook his head. He also had some understanding of the story of the crown: "...is it important to you?"

Miya nodded lightly.

Fang Yu hesitated for a moment, but still handed it over. But when he let go of his hand, the crown did not leave his palm, but was suspended in the air, and suddenly the light shone brightly. Fang Yu saw that the back of his hand was gradually

The emblem of a crown emerged, and half of it was generated in the blink of an eye.

"This is……"

He suddenly stopped talking, and the previous illusion once again appeared in his field of vision: dense data streams drooped from his eyes, pages of windows opened, and then closed after the self-check was completed.

That was the complete selector interface, and Fang Plover could really see it clearly this time.

"I...I can't let it go..." He was so shocked that he couldn't help himself. He was about to ask Miya to help him, but before he could say anything, Miya suddenly moved. She walked up and covered his chest with her hands.

mouth.

This was the first time that Fang Yu had such close contact with the goddess in his heart. He could almost smell the faint fragrance between her fingers, like the smell of flower petals. He felt that his heart almost stopped, and he could not even see the illusion in front of him.
To be continued...