Mysterious journey

"What to do now?!" Rosdam's original plan was messed up by Garen, and now he doesn't know how to solve it.

Daryl looked back at him and said nothing, but his eyes actually allowed him to clearly identify a lot of complicated meanings.

"Keep running, don't be impatient, I have one last safety measure."

"Okay." Rosdam nodded.

Comparing the two men's abnormal physical strength, Cohen's sprint in less than ten minutes had only left out air and no incoming air. His eyes rolled white, but his legs were still running, producing jaw-dropping speeds.

If you look carefully, you can see a thin black halo flickering slightly around the edges of his legs.

But even so, he was speechless at this time and could only breathe quickly like a bellows.

The passage was dark, with only a faint gleam of light coming from the pages of the document in front of it.

The walls on both sides are getting narrower and narrower, from nearly five meters at the beginning to only one meter now.

The stone balls that appeared in front are getting flatter and flatter. They can no longer be called stone balls, but can only be called stone wheels.

The hurried footsteps of the three people continued to echo in the passage. When Rosdam saw that Cohen was dying, he turned around and patted him on the shoulder.

"I can temporarily overdraw your physical strength tomorrow, but then you need to rest for a week before you can recover. Remember."

Cohen nodded fiercely, and suddenly felt that his whole body was full of energy. The fatigue just now was swept away, replaced by unparalleled abundant physical strength.

"It feels so good!!" He couldn't help but moan.

"Go right!!" Daryl yelled.

The three of them rolled decisively to the right, crossed a bend that appeared in front of them, and rolled to the left into a dark shadow depression.

Boom boom boom.

Three consecutive stone wheels roared and rolled back. It directly filled the entire channel.

You can still vaguely hear the old man shouting from far behind.

"Destiny"

The three of them did not dare to stop at all. They climbed out of the shadow depression and continued running forward. The shadow depression instantly returned to an ordinary stone wall after they came out, and they could not see where the previous depression was.

"It's amazing!" Cohen became energetic again after regaining his vitality.

"The power of the Tome Page is endless, and Daryl uses its power to temporarily pull us into a zone that no one can set foot in, in order to avoid the stone wheel." Rosdam explained.

"What's the principle?"

Bang! !

A huge explosion sounded behind him, interrupting his question.

"Quick, quick, quick!!" Daryl suddenly shouted, "One hundred meters ahead, jump as hard as you can! Don't worry about anything! Jump forward! With all your strength!"

The speed of the three people was astonishingly fast, like a black lightning in the tunnel. At this moment, their bodies seemed to be twisted and elongated. The three people connected into a black line, and passed through this tunnel almost instantly. A distance of one hundred meters.

Whoosh! !

Ahead is a blocked passage wall, and there is no path at all.

After the three of them turned around the twists and turns of the passage, Daryl was the first to jump up and jump towards the wall.

Hiss!

There was a noise, as if the radio didn't receive any signal.

She flew up, and just when she was about to hit the stone wall, she sank into the wall and disappeared as if she had jumped into the water.

Rosdam also did not hesitate, flew up, and jumped in together, as if the stone wall was just an illusion, and the front was actually not a stone wall, but just a wall of water.

Cohen didn't have time to react, and his legs didn't obey his command at all, and flew directly towards the stone wall with him.

Ahhhhh! !

He screamed loudly, and then disappeared into the stone wall with a pop.

Almost instantly, a flash of gold rushed into the blind corner from behind, stopping the figure instantly.

Garen glanced around and found no signs. He lightly scratched the ground with his toes and saw the footprints left by the three people on the ground.

He glanced at the dead wall in front of him.

He suddenly flashed in front of the wall and punched! !

Bang! !

There was a loud earthquake in the underground tunnel, shaking violently. A lot of lime dust flew up and spread everywhere. The strong wind blew by, the dust settled, and a huge spider web crack appeared on the wall.

In the middle of the spider web, there is a clear pit that sinks into an unknown depth.

Garen pulled out his leather-gloved right arm from the wall and moved his shoulder. His right arm was completely immersed in the wall until his shoulder.

"Solid?" He asked in confusion.

Scan your surroundings left and right.

His gaze seemed to be filled with ferocity and powerful power in the darkness. A few panicked mice were glanced at, and their bodies suddenly stiffened and stayed motionless in place.

boom! !

He punched the wall again.

Boom boom boom! ! !

Punch after punch.

Rumbling vibrations and huge explosions constantly shook the entire underground passage.

Garen violently smashed his fists against the wall. His hands were like the hardest and most powerful plows, digging out a tall, pitch-black hole in the wall.

Suddenly he stopped and looked back.

Snap, snap, snap.

The clear sound of crutches being placed on the ground came from behind Garen.

The figure of the mysterious old man slowly appeared at the corner at the end of the tunnel. He held a brown wooden crutch with a goat skull in his hand and stared at Garen calmly.

"Are you a mortal?"

The old man asked in a very awkward and weird international English.

His eyes looked surprised, confused, and tinged with a hint of disbelief.

hey-hey.

Garon laughed ferociously, pulled his arm out of the stone on the wall, turned around, and immediately brought down a large piece of rubble.

"Tell me, where did they go?" Garen stared at the old man like a lion staring at its prey.

"I don't know." The old man shook his head. "Although I don't know where they went, I know they will come back here."

He looked at the galleons from top to bottom again.

"Mortal, you have an incredible body and will. Can you tell me how you got all this?"

A mysterious, inexplicable power that was completely invisible began to surge within him.

"In exchange, I can teach you the source of my power."

"Oh!" Garen patted the dust on his hands and showed a strange smile. This is his first real contact with the high-end power people in this world. Compared with the previous vampires, the old man in front of him seems to be surrounded by a mysterious force field all the time, which seems to be a circle of flowing surrounding gravity, and Like a volcanic lava about to erupt. It can even give people a more mysterious feeling.

Garen couldn't tell what it was.

"Isn't your power only women can use?"

"You know very well that both witches and us men can actually use the power of our ancestors. The only difference is that women have a much higher success rate. Most of the men's excessive desires cannot be peaceful, and will disturb the operation of the power of our ancestors. "The old man explained, "So even if a woman's vision is too strong, she cannot withstand the infusion of the power of her ancestors."

"Are you sure they will come back?" Garen asked again.

"Of course. This is the jumping point, they can't escape from here." The old man nodded.

Garen believed him, because the old man's purpose was obviously the same as his, and he also wanted to chase the page in the hands of the three people in front. Since the other party is standing here without any fuss, then what he said must be correct.

"So what is that black page?"

Hearing this, the old man paused slightly.

"You're chasing him without even knowing what he is?" He looked at Garen in disbelief, as if he didn't believe there was such a person in this world.

"Aren't you afraid that it is something harmful to you?"

"The so-called harmfulness is just a stimulus that is beyond your own strength." Garen shrugged, "As long as you are strong enough, harmfulness can only become a nutrient that stimulates you to become stronger."

"That requires life. Even the Vampires don't dare to grow like this." The old man said in a low voice.

"That's my business." Garen smiled slightly. "Now, tell me, what is that floating black page?"

The two stopped talking for a while, just facing each other.

At the end of this passage, the two people were like stone statues, their minds focused on each other, motionless.

It's been a long time, I don't know how much time has passed.

The old man spoke slowly. This time, his speaking was much better than before.

"That is the page of the Supreme Book, the ancestral book that is rumored to record knowledge of the mysterious and unknown world."

"What is the use?"

The old man did not answer immediately, but took a deep look at Garen.

"Your greed will lead you into the abyss."

"The abyss cannot stop me." Garen grinned, and his white teeth were even vaguely visible in the darkness.

"You're too arrogant." The old man tightened his grip on the cane.

"Which one is stronger, you or the Vampires?" Garen suddenly asked a very jumping question.

"Humph!" The old man snorted coldly, a hint of black flashing in his eyes. He raised his crutch high and brought it down hard.

It seemed to be very slow, but in just an instant, his crutches touched the ground, like a phantom.

Snapped! !

In the crisp impact sound.

Garen's figure moved in response.

Like a darting black snake, the unstringed arrow pounces on the opponent like lightning.

His hands were clenched into claws, making a sharp whistling sound in the air, and several streams of white air suddenly cut through the air.

In the darkness, his eyes suddenly flashed a red light, as if something was emitting light from inside the eyeballs. The red color was extremely terrifying.

Bang!

With a dull impact, his claws hit the old man less than one meter in front of him, and then paused for an instant.

"The power of entanglement!" The old man shouted loudly. There was no light or shadow, and no movement could be seen.

In the darkness, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the crutch hitting the ground, echoing in the tunnel.

Everything seemed to be just an illusion, there was no light, no abnormality. The old man took a few steps back and looked at Garen with a calm expression.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements, just stared quietly. But such a gaze seems to have an invisible force at work.