The Divine Hunter - Chapter 621

Chapter 621 Living in the Underworld

The end of the dark cave.

In front of an unremarkable oval stone door.

Regis lowered his voice and finally emphasized to the witcher beside him,

“Roy, remember my words, be careful with your words and deeds.”

“Okay, Regis, my ears are almost full of calluses, I promise I won’t forget it!” Roy squeezed the five ancient coins in his hand.

The barber took a deep breath, and with trembling fingers, he took out a basalt stone engraved with runes from his herbal pocket and put it into the depression in the center of the door.

Strictly fit.

Boom——

The    stone gate vibrated and lifted upwards, dust filled the cracks in the door, the top of the cave smashed the gravel like raindrops, and was bounced off by a red and a gold shield and shattered.

A gloomy aura that froze blood rushed towards his face.

The two of them breathed stagnantly, their bodies stiffened, and then they quickened their pace and walked into the darkness.

The interior of Hades is much larger than the surrounding caves. There are towering columns connecting the domes, bifurcated intersections, underground rivers, and suspended stone bridges, dotted with dripping stalagmites and fluorescent cave plants. From top to bottom, Each height has its own unique view.

A breeze from out of nowhere brushed the witcher’s cheeks, bringing a clammy chill.

The temperature here is obviously several degrees cooler than outside.

In addition, Roy’s pendant vibrated like a mouse in a mousetrap, and the surrounding chaotic energy was amazingly abundant, and it worked in a wonderful way, creating a lot of wonders——

On a dark stone wall, a stream of water emitting glazed white light actually flowed from bottom to top regardless of gravity, and rose to the top of the cave, winding through the stalactites.

More splashes of water created clusters of colorful transparent corals in the sky——

For more than a thousand years, the energy field in the shadow elder has transformed the underworld where he lives beyond recognition.

Silent all the way, Regis led the witcher through a waterfall that gushed up, and after passing through an arcade that looked like a fine art, to the end of the trip.

The core of Hades.

A rough and empty stone hall, except for a few stone pillars and a few oil lamps hanging from the top of the cave tied by iron chains, there is nothing else.

But as soon as they stepped into it, an indescribable suffocation gripped the throats of the two of them, and the airless air suddenly became extremely viscous, and it took a lot of force to maintain smooth breathing.

Their hearts were beating unusually fast, as if they were exercising too much and exerting themselves too much.

Plop plop!

Darkness and silence.

But Roy knew that there was a pair of cold eyes watching their every move.

Shadow Elder, as its name suggests, lay silently in the shadows.

He calmed down and, under Regis’ demonstration, bowed humbly, lowered his face, and held the offering high with both hands.

Call——

A gust of wind blew in the stone hall, and the oil lamp hanging in the air was suddenly pushed and swayed by an invisible force. At the same time, the flame was ignited, and as the iron chain swayed, the fire was like a ghost fire floating in front of the tomb.

唰——

Roy’s palm lightly.

The ancient coins disappeared.

When he looked up, a thin silhouette appeared in his pupils.

Sick, cold, old.

He only wore a black-brown animal skin battle skirt, no hair could be seen on his bare upper body, and his bare skin showed a dead gray-white color, criss-crossing with ugly scars that looked like burns healed.

Its withered fingernails are more than ten centimeters long, hanging on both sides of the body like gray-white plant roots, and a ring-shaped brass necklace on the chest exudes ancient magic.

And that face is covered with traces of time, especially the forehead and nasolabial folds, the lips are incredibly thin, and the pair of yellow-black eyes in the deep eye sockets do not contain the slightest emotional fluctuations, as indifferent as someone who has just crawled out of the grave mummified corpse.

Demeanor, appearance, and temperament are all written with “Don’t approach strangers, and don’t disturb them”.

Shadow Elder

Age: 2200

Identity: Shadow Tribe Great Elder

life:?

Magic: ?

Attributes:

strength:?

Constitution: ?

Agility: ?

Perception: 20

Will: 30

Charisma: 10

Spirit:?

Skill:

High-level vampire regular abilities (all lv10)

Domain of Blood (Passive): Elder Shadow can control the blood of creatures in the domain as he wishes.

Shadow Coiled (Passive): A long life, let it see the world’s deepest darkness and chaos, and master it, these darkness are locked in this thin body. It can release it at any time, trap the target in it, neither life nor death, ignorant and unconscious.

Leader (passive): On the blood tree of high-level vampires, the shadow elder is at the apex. It only needs a thought to force all vampires, low-level and even high-level, to respond immediately to its orders. violate.

Immortal (Passive): It does not decay over time, but instead grows stronger, until it becomes an otherworldly body.

…

“lien…tohn…gellion…” (vampire language)

Regis interrupted the witcher’s observation with a respectful remark.

In front of the leader, his limbs and voice began to tremble uncontrollably, his expression struggled and cowardly, and he tried his best to show his humility.

“gesap…drang…finpll…ttaweng”

The shadow elder replied briefly, his voice was low, impatient, rough like steel rubbed on sandpaper, but the rhythm of his speech was very strange, there was a pause between each word for a second, as if speaking to it was a A painful ordeal.

as his voice fell.

A cloud of black smoke emerged from the transparent air and flew towards Regis.

Immediately, the poor barber suffered, the black smoke froze it, its body bowed backwards like a boiled prawn, twitching, and a look of depression flashed on its dull face from time to time. Pain, and the pupils were white, and seemed to lose consciousness.

The elder    looked at the witcher coldly.

“Murderer, say your last words.”

puff puff…

A tremendous pressure from the inside out suddenly enveloped the witcher.

He felt a sharp, stabbing pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and as if tiny droplets of blood came alive, like small grains of rice, they burrowed out of his skin uncontrollably and covered his cheeks.

“Let go of Regis, I can take you home.”

Roy, who was covered in blood, said this bluntly.

The voice is calm.

straightened his back, looked at it with neither humble nor arrogant eyes, the bloodline of the Most High would not allow him to bow his head,

“Tha…tanor…krang…you know my home?”

Roy’s pupils froze, and the figure flashed ghostly out of thin air to a close distance in front of him. In his slightly open mouth, the fine and pale teeth were only a few centimeters away from him.

“During the rendezvous of the celestial sphere 1,500 years ago, you and several tribes were involuntarily teleported to this world.”

“Your hometown is another planet in the distant universe separated by many time and space.”

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The chaotic energy and the air are all stagnant.

The burning and jumping flames in the oil lamp solidified into red gems.

The shadow elder closed his mouth and glanced at Regis, who instantly broke free of his restraints and collapsed on the ground in relief, breathing heavily.

Immediately, the black and yellow eyes of the elder turned to Roy’s calm and sincere face, and he spat out a few words in jerky common language.

“How do you, witcher, prove it?”

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, until now, he was finally sure that his plan was feasible.

Shadow Elder, unable to refuse the “temptation to go home”.

He began to point to the core of the brief,

“I, the blood of the ancients who have been lost for a long time in the Ain El family, I have a certain degree of space power, as long as I get the time and space coordinates of your hometown, I can open the way to it for you. —”

For some reason, the witcher’s voice stopped abruptly,

When the    Shadow Elder’s eyes suddenly became sharp, he snorted coldly with displeasure, and the air folded layer by layer like a broken mirror, reflecting the dim light.

But this time, it didn’t happen.

Roy nodded in his heart, and finally said four crucial words——

“The Gate of the World.”

唰——

An invisible force pulled a drop of blood on Roy’s face and flew to a finger with a protruding knuckle.

The Shadow Elder took it into his mouth.

In an instant, a terrifying light burst out from the cloudy eyes, a black flame ignited, and the old and terrifying face almost stuck to the witcher’s face.

“The blood of the ancients, the blood of time and space.”

“You didn’t lie.”

“Tell me right away… specific plans!”

Roy took a deep breath, and after mulling over it, he spoke.

(end of this chapter)