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Arkas fell down with his round, blind-covered eyes staring at him.

Dark red blood spurted out from the knife marks on his chest, smeared all over the ground, and mixed with the fiery blood of the Forger.

The air was immediately filled with a strange smell mixed with the aroma of wine and rust, like red wine that rises after being poured onto hot metal.

Glias looked at his partner struggling to lift his arms but unable to relax them.

As a Lamp and Blade cultist who was only one step away from being promoted through the Hart Gate, his soul consciousness was so sharp that his ability to perceive the special atmosphere far exceeded that of mortals and the other three people present. He immediately noticed that the surroundings were gradually changing. The full aura of the Blade Code...

And the sound of flapping wings of birds, which is difficult for mortals to hear, began to sound in the underground. The sound of flapping wings was violent and sharp, like the sound of a sword cutting through the air.

A gray-black six-winged forest owl flapped its wings and slowly fell from the shadow of the spiral staircase. Its feathers were sharp like blades. The round basin looked like the face of an old man who had witnessed the vicissitudes of life. A pair of silver-gray-tipped owl. The bright eyes reflected the corpse lying on the ground.

The imitation Grebe head on the bronze wall seemed to sense the arrival of the multi-winged forest owl. Its closed eyes opened, and molten brass teardrops bulged out from its eyes, leaking to the ground and burning. Mud soil, a dull sound like thunder came from the huge deer head.

"The answer is exactly——"

Glias looked at the broken upper and lower jaws that gradually opened, revealing a deep corridor that seemed to lead to the stomach of a huge deer head, and looked at the cold light faintly revealed from inside... He seemed to have seen the passage that continued. A stairway to climb upward, a stairway through pain and suffering.

He smiled with satisfaction.

However, the subordinate who should have fallen to the ground at this moment suddenly opened his eyes.

Arkas felt the pain in his heart, and he already knew the price of pursuing happiness... It turned out that the essence of all happiness comes from pain, just like his broken heart at this moment.

He twisted his body to face the grinning Glias, bit off his deformed flesh tongue that tasted delicious food, and mumbled the sweet words of the Great Mother in his mouth.

He wants to use this tongue that is full of sweetness to exchange for a moment of cup of joy!

"It is the sweet words of these great mothers that make Gulu Gulu sweet!!!" he shouted with his head raised, while singing words that were sweeter and more mellow than the wine in the cellar.

The blood of the cup and the blood of the forging that flowed to the ground suddenly boiled, but it was not like the fierceness between hot oil and cold water, but more like a strange cooking method. The taste of metal was mixed with the sweetness of the wine. The two were perfectly integrated in an unprecedented manner, turning into a pool of intoxicating pink wine mixed with gold powder. The alluring fragrance made the scarred man holding a torch couldn't help but lie down on the ground, greedily sucking the liquid that was about to seep into the soil. Luscious.

The Head of Gribi, which had already realized the correct answer, fell into a sluggish state. The imitation was only an imitation after all. Its logical setting had never involved such a scenario of repeated answers with very different answers. It was suddenly caught in a conflict of logic. , the porch that was originally open enough to accommodate one person quickly shrank and closed together.

The door closed so quickly, and returned to a tight and seamless wall in just an instant, so that Grias, who suddenly woke up, had no time to rush into it - the throat of Gribi's head had been completely closed.

"Answer...wrong!!!"

Gribby's head let out a deafening roar like rolling thunder, the molten copper teardrops retracted, and the human-sized eyes flashed with frightening scarlet blood.

And the only intact antler of the huge deer head suddenly started to move with a rumble, shaking up and down tremblingly, as if Gribe was moving his rusty arms that had not moved for a long time, but it shook off a lot of bronze and gold shavings. Then the tip of the antlers originally pointed above the ground was aimed at the visitor who gave the wrong answer!

The more than ten meter long horn was just swung forward casually, but it contained extremely terrifying power, incredible speed and deadly accuracy. It was so flexible that it was like an extended arm, swinging out an unusually fast swing. fist.

The man who was sucking the wine from the cup had no time to react. Perhaps he would rather die than drink the sweet wine first.

He was stabbed directly through the heart by the deer's antlers and hung upside down on the sharp deer's head. However, such a fatal heart injury could not make him lose consciousness in an instant. He was still struggling to get rid of the sharp antlers that passed through his body, thinking You have to throw yourself to the ground and compete with the soil for the last fragrance.

The quick-reacting Glias jumped up suddenly to avoid the fatal blow. At the same time, he activated the blade form of his soul body in the air, condensing sharp mana and attaching it to the blade in his hand. He slashed off the returning deer head and antlers!

This blow should have been enough to cut off the waist-thick steel pillar, but it only left a shallow scar on the golden deer head and antlers. When the sparks burst, Glias felt Mopei's huge blow coming from the blade. Pang's blade, which possesses the power of a second-level blade and was blessed by the magic power of his third-level blade, was actually broken, and his tiger's mouth couldn't help but crack open and ooze blood, and his whole body flew backwards.

"Just by taking advantage of the force of this blow, I can use it to stay away from the crazy Gribi's head, stay away from this indestructible horn, escape back to the upper level, and leave this underground pyramid... Wait until I gather myself. A group of teams will definitely come back to obtain the treasures hidden in the warrior layer!" Glias thought as he flew out, flipping his body in the air to land firmly, and then quickly escaped away.

However, just before he landed, the antlers that were supposed to be swung elsewhere turned back at a sinister angle. The sharp horns made of bronze suddenly seemed like melted liquid. The horns became slender and slender, astonishingly stiff. The huge force stretched out for several yards and penetrated his heart accurately.

Then the antlers were withdrawn, and the four visiting esoteric cultists were all hung on the same sharp antlers, and Akas happened to be placed on top of Glias.

After the multi-winged forest owl witnessed the whole process of this betrayal and fighting, it nodded slightly with great satisfaction, and then took advantage of the situation and took away the souls of enough warriors.

Before leaving, it nodded slightly towards the huge golden deer head, which seemed to be a greeting to Gribi himself who was far away in Mansu, and also seemed to be signaling to the peeping moth many years later.

The fake Gribby threw the four corpses that had completely lost all vital signs on the ground, but his huge eyes suddenly flashed with scarlet and golden light, and the molten brass teardrops flowed and then retracted.

The ground where there is no more living things echoes the words repeated by the head of Gribi, and the dull roar of dry thunder resounds.

"correct answer?"

"wrong answer!"

"Wrong answer...correct?!"

"The answer is right...wrong...right...wrong..."