Red Moon Returns

Lin Qi had a dream, in which he seemed to witness the rise and fall of this city with Zul'Gosal.

A city built by countless ghouls, it worships death and disease, and considers offering corpses to Mordiggian as the highest honor.

Since its birth, it has been constantly at war with surrounding cities until the great disaster at the end of the Third Age, when it also ushered in its own end in plague, war and famine.

In response to the prayers of his followers, Mordiggian threw his clone into Zul'Gosal, and sank under the rock layer with the entire city, disappearing in the records of history. From then on, few people realized that there was an ancient city sleeping in an unknown corner.

Borrowing the power of the evil god's clone, the city was isolated from the soil and rocks, and maintained its appearance before sinking. Even the residents who died with the city turned into stone statues, wandering on the edge of life and death with the aliens they raised. Only when they were sacrificed would they recover some of the characteristics of living things.

So, the ancient city, the incarnation of the evil god, the residents who were neither dead nor alive, and the aliens wandering around in a daze, the days continued in darkness for tens of thousands of years, until the crimson moonlight broke it...

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, I'm going to die."

Lin Qi suddenly woke up from his dream, and then he remembered that he had just found Miss Valente awake. He felt relieved and fainted on the spot.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but suddenly he felt someone dragging him, causing the wound that had just been injured to feel severe pain again, waking him up directly.

Screaming and opening his eyes, Lin Qi saw a piece of gravel at least as big as a basketball falling from the sky and hitting his face directly.

Damn it.

Good news from the sky.

Lin Qi widened his eyes and tried his best to roll over to avoid it, but as soon as his muscles tightened, the tearing pain from his lower abdomen interrupted his movements.

However, the dragging force was still there. Miss Valente was dragging his ankle and moving it with difficulty, just getting him out of the range of the stone. With a bang, the stone hit the ground, brushing his hair, and the gravel splashed, hitting Lynch's cheek painfully.

Lynch realized that there were frequent roars and vibrations under his feet, and dirt and gravel kept falling on his head. Occasionally, large pieces of stones fell, leaving holes of varying depths on the ground.

What's going on?

Her last name is Valente instead of Drake, right? My last name is not Crawford, how could it suddenly become like this.

"Hurry up, Mr. Lynch, I know you are in pain, bear it."

Miss Valente let go of Lynch's ankle, rushed over and grabbed his arm to lift him up.

Lynch covered his wound and endured the pain. Lynch helped Miss Valente stand up. The wound was treated well, at least he didn't touch his intestines, but his body was still weak and the wound was still painful. It seems that the healing ability is also limited.

Miss Valente struggled to hold Lynch. Her face was pale and sweaty. She would pant after walking a few steps. It was obvious that her injuries had not healed. But even so, she still had a bright smile, as if she had encountered some strange happy things. She was almost crushed to death, but she seemed to be happy to hum a song.

Inexplicably, why don't I know what is so happy.

Lynch only dared to think about it, but didn't dare to ask, for fear of being left on the spot. So although he was in pain and couldn't be happy at all, he still tried to maintain his balance and help the girl reduce the burden.

Boom.

Just as they stood firm, there was another earthquake, almost making the two fall again. They relied on each other to support each other to survive this shaking.

"What happened?" Lynch picked up the fallen cane, and with the support of the cane, he finally stood firmer.

"Without the support of the evil god's power, the city is about to collapse. We must replicate your actions in the dream before the collapse in order to escape alive. What did you do in the dream?"

You actually asked now.

But realizing that this girl probably never thought about leaving alive before, Lynch still explained it again, and then asked: "If there is no power of the evil god, will Maya's characteristics also fail? Can we still escape?"

"No, she is connected to Zul'grasal. Before the city collapses, her connection will not be cut off. We still have a chance. The problem is..."

"Vertical shaft."

The two people's faces turned ugly at the same time. They supported each other to avoid the falling rocks from the sky from time to time, and barely moved back to the fallen vertical shaft. At this time, it was already dark inside, and there were waves of ominous breath.

What can we do?

Both of them realized that this might be the biggest obstacle on the way to escape. When it was intact, both of them had many ways to go up, but now it was difficult to stand. The vertical shaft dozens of meters high was simply an insurmountable gap.

Damn it, even the clone of the evil god was destroyed, but I have to be buried with this city?

The road to immortality has just begun, I will not give up, there must be a way.

Boom.

There was another violent tremor, and the two hugged each other and shook for a long time before they stabilized again. It lasted much longer than the previous times. Large pieces of rubble fell around the two people, and even large pieces of artificial stone slabs fell from the shaft, almost hitting the two people several times.

The two looked at each other and knew that there was no time. Maybe the next tremor would even cause this shaft to collapse.

Lin Qi gritted his teeth. Since he had no other choice, he decided to take a risk. As soon as the vibration stopped, he immediately asked loudly, "Feather Falling Technique can reduce weight. It can be used when falling, so can it be used when climbing?"

Hmm? Use it the other way around?

Miss Valente's eyes lit up, and she immediately took out a handful of feathers, lit them, and blew the ashes onto Lin Qi. A strange feeling immediately appeared. Lin Qi felt that his whole body was light and the pressure of his weight was less than one percent of the original. It seemed that he could jump into the air with just a little effort.

It really worked.

Lin Qi exerted force with his legs, and his weight was reduced. Even the pain from his wounds bounced him into the air. Although the muscle contraction still brought strong pain, his body still soared into the sky and drilled into the dark cave.

That's it.

Lin Qi was secretly happy. Seeing that he was rising slower and slower, he tried to reach out and grab the bulge of the vertical shaft rock wall like a rock climbing action.

However, as soon as he touched the rock wall, Lin Qi's heart sank.

Due to the power of cold, the temperature in the cave was extremely low. Although there was not much moisture in the air, a thin layer of ice still formed on the rock wall, which was so smooth that it was impossible to use it as leverage. Lin Qi failed to find a fixed point several times in a row and could only float down the same way he came.

Boom.

There was another slight shake, and Miss Valente quickly stepped forward to support Lynch who was about to fall: "No?"

"Well, the temperature is too low, it's all frozen." Lynch was stunned halfway through his words, frowned, and said, "Wait, the temperature?"

"What?"

"There is a way to try." Lynch's eyes sparkled, and he asked with suppressed excitement, "Do you have a tent, a canvas one, you must have brought it."

"Yes." Miss Valente took out a single tent with a blank look and handed it over, "What's the use?"

"Confirm again, theoretically, the feather fall technique can also be used on objects."

"Yes, it can."

"Hehe, that's easy."

Lynch grinned, quickly cut the tent open, spread it into a large piece of canvas, tied thin ropes to several corners, tied it to a large iron plate below, and made it into the simplest shape of a hot air balloon.

The vibrations became more and more frequent, and stones kept falling, but Lynch didn't care at all, and fiddled with the canvas and tray with great concentration. Although Miss Valente was confused, she did not ask a single question. She silently stood by Lynch's side, fired several times to smash the stones that hit the canvas and the pallet, and watched a crooked spherical object quickly take shape.

"What is it?" Miss Valente asked with confidence until Lynch clapped his hands and finished the operation, "Can it really help us escape?"

"Theoretically, it can be done. Let's try it. I hope so."

Looking at what he had made in a few minutes, Lynch also sighed. If it was in his hometown, this thing would definitely not fly, but he had just tried it. The effect of the feather fall technique was very good, enough to offset the weight of the simple hot air balloon. In addition, the temperature difference in the shaft was large enough, and the hot air balloon might really fly.

"I don't need to use the feather fall technique on objects and myself."

Under Lynch's guidance, Miss Valente used the secret method several times in a daze, and then saw Lynch squatting in the tray by himself.

"Help me lift the tent. Yes, just like that. Don't let go. Wait for it to stand up on its own."

While giving instructions, Lynch put on the ring and with a whoosh, it turned into a large ball of fire that didn't need fuel.

"It really works." Under the steam, the sphere gradually filled up and floated up by itself. Lynch's cry, whether it was wailing or excited, came from the flames immediately. "Quick, grab the rope. The hot air balloon Lynch will set off immediately."

"Ka la ka la."

Spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly from the direction of the underground canyon. Large chunks of the ground collapsed and fell into the bottomless abyss. Large chunks of rocks also collapsed and fell overhead, hitting the cave floor hard, accelerating the disintegration of the ground and making the cracks spread more and more fiercely. The collapse was unstoppable.

Under the tray, Miss Valente tied the climbing rope around her waist with a pale face. She held the rope tightly with one hand and blew up a rock above her head with the other finger: "The crack is coming soon, Mr. Lynch, come on."

"Then you should come on, it's already burned to the maximum!" The human-shaped flame burned fiercely, and the flames kept jumping. It was unclear whether it was the flame or the person jumping, and the sound was more anxious than the flame, "Fly for me."

"Boom."

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

The roar of the rock breaking became louder and louder. Suddenly, there was a crack on the ground under my feet, and then more and more, and denser. In the blink of an eye, the crack had spread to. Amid the exclamations of a person and a ball of fire, with a bang, the ground collapsed completely, and tens of millions of tons of rock wrapped in soil fell into the bottomless depths of the stratum.

"Ah~~"

Miss Valente fell into the abyss with the tray, and the desperate scream just sounded, and her waist and hands suddenly tightened, as if she was pulled by something.

The fall has stopped?

Boom, boom, boom.

With her heart beating nervously, Miss Valente opened her eyes carefully.

Above her was a dark rock formation, with rocks collapsing and falling one by one, and under her feet was an endless abyss, bottomless. She was in mid-air, and she couldn't even tell whether she was going up or down.

The next moment, the flames grew stronger, and the tattered hot air balloon expanded to its maximum size, going upstream in the countless falling rocks, and rushing towards the intact shaft above her head.

"Mr. Lynch, it really flew up."

Miss Valente was hanging on the rope, her hair had been untied, her long chestnut hair fluttering in the wind. The noble lady held the rope tightly, her eyebrows and eyes were full of joy and excitement, she looked up at the flames dancing on the tray above her head, the flames flickered, reflecting her eyes, as if hiding indescribable emotions.

"Oh, yes, we are going home, goodbye, Zulgrasar."

The human-shaped flame flickered and became more vigorous. The hot air balloon was broken and ugly, but it floated higher and higher and sank into the intact shaft.