The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated: 597 Cell in the basement

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In the dark passage, Sheen was slowly moving forward unknownly, heading towards the deepest part of this space alone.

This time, no one showed him the way, and he couldn't use the previous search method to confirm the location and terrain of others.

Here, once Sheen is so blatantly releasing her magic power, it will definitely be noticed by the high priest.

Therefore, Sean can only find his destination by relying on the intelligence detected by the perception of [External Perception of Destiny].

The direction of the airflow.

Magic texture.

Various movements formed by vibrations.

A subtle strange sound.

The existence of these kinds of things has become the basis for Sheen at this moment to collect intelligence on this space, allowing him to think while maintaining the hidden state under [Lijue Destiny], following The channel, all the way forward, even if the pace is slow, it moves forward as if unswervingly.

On the way, Sheen didn't encounter any patrolling knights.

Perhaps because this area is a more important area, and because people such as idlers are not allowed to approach, Sheen didn't find any traces of patrolling.

But no one is patrolling, which does not mean that there is no "other existence" guarding here.

Sheen stopped at the end of a passage, looked at the scene in front of him, and was speechless for several seconds.

"————"

A terrifying pressure is permeating here.

The source of stress is a giant lying on the ground.

Sheen is quite familiar with that behemoth.

Because he also has one in his family.

That is...

"Dragon...?"

The behemoth lying at the end of the passage is a dragon.

No, to be more precise, it was not a living dragon, but a "dead dragon".

It has a pair of tattered dragon wings. The film on the dragon wings appears to be broken, and the flesh and blood have disappeared a lot, so that the bones are exposed to the air, which is very obvious.

It has rotted all over, at least half of it has rotted away. Not only can it not see any intact place, but its internal organs have disappeared without a trace. Only a very huge magic crystal is embedded in it. On the chest, it seemed to replace the existence of the heart, radiating magical brilliance, while turning steadily.

This can't be called a dragon at all, it can only be said to be a dragon corpse.

However, this dragon corpse has obviously undergone transformation, and it exudes a very strong death energy. At this moment, it is lying there like a nap, and the eyes that have lost their eyeballs are actually green in the eyes. The light spot flickered instead of the pupil, telling Sheen that this corpse dragon was able to move.

No doubt...

"This is the dragon resurrected and manipulated by the necromantic magic of the high priest, right?"

It has a level of ninety-one, and it actually has a legendary combat power.

"In a small secret base, two legendary existences appeared one after another..."

When did the existence of Legendary rank become so worthless?

Of course, the corpse dragon in front of me is the dependent of the necromancer. Strictly speaking, it is a kind of magic product, not a complete legendary existence.

But even so, the opponent's legendary combat power is beyond doubt.

"It is worthy of the rumored necromantic magic. It has created the taboo power of millions of necromantic forces."

The magic that can manipulate the dead and subvert death is truly amazing.

However, Shinn is more concerned about the situation behind the opponent than this corpse dragon.

That is an entrance and exit, with steps extending downwards.

"In other words, is there the basement they just mentioned?"

Sheen confirmed this.

"It seems that there is indeed a place that is not allowed to enter casually."

The legendary corpse dragon guarded this entrance, even lying in front of the entrance, completely blocking the entrance.

In such a situation, no one wants to go in unless the other party gets up and moves.

Fortunately...

"It's still useless for me."

Sheen checked the direction and distance visually, and then he teleported directly and appeared at the entrance.

He just passed the legendary gatekeeper corpse dragon and entered here.

"Go down."

After entering, Sheen didn't hesitate, glanced at the corpse dragon who was still dozing behind him, and walked down the steps swayingly.

Presumably, no one would believe that someone could sneak in so silently to such an extent without attracting anyone's attention, right?

Even the highest-level assassins are here, I am afraid that they will not be able to do this.

According to Sean's estimation, apart from himself, there is only the space magician Laxia who can sneak into this level of existence silently like this.

Of course, Nadula, the goddess of nature, can also do it.

That person's avatar is naturally a bit foul, if it were her, maybe she would have explored here more calmly than Sheen.

Sheen went all the way down, fully turning on [External Sense of Destiny]'s perception ability, observing the surroundings, lest he set off any traps.

But there seems to be no trap here.

"It should be thought that the legendary corpse dragon is enough to block everything, right?"

Sean thought so.

When Sheen finished walking the steps and finally entered the basement, he realized that his thoughts were too naive.

Although there are no traps here, it is definitely not only guarded by a corpse dragon.

"Ho..."

"Ho..."

I saw that in the dim basement, a cry like a roar of a wild beast was rising and falling.

The figures are slowly wandering here, like walking corpses, very scary.

Unfortunately, it is not wrong to say that they are walking dead.

The figures wandering here are not people at all, but corpses.

That is the dead.

That's a dead spirit.

Like the corpse dragons outside, ghouls with rotted bodies, dark green eyes and ragged clothes, wandering around here.

"...Am I coming to the zombie world?"

Sheehan only felt a physical discomfort for a while.

Now, he understands a little bit why Anima was so angry that she came directly and wiped out the domineering necromancer.

Not only because the other party did something that hurts the world, but also because the act of using the corpse of the deceased is too blasphemous, and it will make the goddess of life angry and understandable.

Sheen even saw two familiar figures in it.

"Aren't they the two of the First Knights led by the Duke of Sterling?"

Sheen stared tightly in one of the directions.

There, there are two figures walking staggeringly, imprinted in Sheehan's eyes.

Sheen recognized the two.

At that time in Cosmos, before the evil spirit broke out and was about to enter the Dark Temple, Sheen met them.

"Yuri Sterling..."

He is the chief of the knights of the Duke of Stirrim, Barry's own brother, and Limjo's uncle, a strong man with a level of eighty-eight and not far from the legendary level.

In the Cosmos incident, he disappeared with Limjo.

Unexpectedly, when I saw him again, he had already turned into a ghoul and became one of the many dead, wandering here.

Beside him, the leader of the First Knight Order who had targeted Sheen at the beginning was also there.

"Remember it was called Sonar, right?"

The head of the First Knights is Yuri's brother-in-law, and he has a rank of eighty.

But now, he has also become one of the many ghouls and one of the watchdogs in this basement.

Obviously, Limjo is well outside, even holding power, but the two masters of the Sterling family who disappeared with him have fallen into this field, even Sean feels a little sympathetic.

"At the beginning, I advised you not to enter the evil place, but unfortunately you didn't listen, so you can't blame others."

Sheen shook his head, put the matter of these two people behind, and looked around.

On this observation, Sheehan discovered that there are many cells in this basement.

The iron fence separates the caves and the outside space, making the outside of the cell full of wandering ghouls, and the inside of the cell is imprisoned by guarded people.

Sheen frowned, and finally stepped forward helplessly, mixing into the many ghouls.

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No way, otherwise, he won't be able to get close to those cells.

Sheen watched not to touch the ghoul while observing the inside of the cell.

As a result, Sheen found that in the cell, there were actually female knights imprisoned.

Some of them were sitting on the straw with their knees shivering, some were sobbing and crying, some were dull, not knowing what they were thinking, but without exception, they were all stripped off. The clothes are naked and naked.

This situation didn't make Sheehan feel satisfied.

Because, this makes Sheehan feel that these female knights are being raised like livestock.

They still have iron handcuffs on their necks, handcuffs and handcuffs on their hands and feet, and wounds on their bodies. They are obviously treated like torture.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

Most importantly, Sheen recognized the identities of these female knights.

"They are the female knights of the Knights of Broken Blade, right?"

Yes.

These female knights are the second queen of the Ragnar Empire, the guards of the princess of the Valkyrie.

Sheen had dealt with each other in Cosmos and recognized them.

"So to speak..."

Sheen seemed to have thought of something, narrowed his eyes, and stopped observing slowly, but jumped in and went deeper into the basement.

"Ho..."

"Ho..."

The ghouls who passed by Sheehan seemed to have noticed some movement and couldn't help but stop and let out a low growl.

Sheen ignored them and swept forward directly.

It didn't take long for Sheehan to reach the deepest part of the basement and saw the largest and darkest cell.

Inside, a figure imprinted into Sheehan's eyes.

"Sure enough..."

Sheen stopped, stared at the opponent for a long time, and finally called out the opponent's name.

"Capelyn Ragner..."

It is the princess.