Garon stood at the end of a dark passageway. In front of him was a sealed wall, and there were no other forks in the road.
He carefully checked his surroundings, but there was no way in or out.
"Is this a dead end?"
Garon narrowed his eyes and walked to the right side of the passageway. He reached out his hand and gently knocked on the hard stone wall.
Then he walked around the dead end of the passageway, constantly knocking on the stone wall with his hand, making thumping sounds.
Finally, he stopped in front of a stone wall and hammered with his elbow.
Bang!
The originally hard stone wall was easily smashed into a large hole.
Rubble fell, and Garon widened the hole, making it bigger. He only stopped when he knew it was big enough for a person to bend over and enter.
There was a faint light in the hole, completely different from the passageway outside that was shrouded in blue mist.
Garon squeezed into the hole, and there was another small hall inside.
More than a dozen stone tables and chairs were placed neatly, and the walls were carved with stone wolf heads. The ceiling was also inlaid with more than a dozen round luminous gems, forming a circular shape, sprinkling a faint yellow light.
This light was just a glimmer in the eyes of ordinary people, and they couldn't even see things a meter away. But with Garon's eyesight, the entire small hall was as bright as day.
The small hall was cylindrical, about ten meters in diameter. More than a dozen skeletons were lying on the ground, covered with a layer of white skin that looked like a spider web. Clearly, the flesh of the deceased had withered, and too much time had caused the weathering and drying to this state.
Garon walked to the skeletons and carefully examined them. The skeletons were all the height and shape of a normal human. There were pieces of clothes scattered around, and they turned to dust with a light step.
The small hall was connected to a small arched door on the right side. Garon couldn't find anything useful from the skeletons, so he could only get up and walk through the small door. Behind the small door was a long and narrow passageway, and there was a luminous gems inlaid every ten meters or so.
Garon walked a few hundred meters forward and heard faint footsteps in front of him. He thought it was the echo of his own footsteps, but when he listened carefully, the rhythm was wrong, and he immediately stopped.
The other party had clearly heard the commotion and stopped at almost the same time.
"Hydra?" A low voice asked from the front. The voice was clear and cold. It was the Divine God Palace Master's voice. The leader of the Nest Leaders slowly walked out from a three-way junction in front of the passageway, facing Garen directly.
He was still wearing the same green cloak, but the hem of the cloak had become tattered. It was obvious that he had been through a lot of battles along the way. However, there did not seem to be any injuries on his body.
"So it's the Divine God Palace Master," Garon replied with a smile. "How long has it been since the Palace Lord arrived?"
"About four days." The Divine God Palace Master had no intention of hiding anything and answered casually.
Garon felt a chill in his heart. To be able to arrive here four days in advance, it was clear that this guy's strength was not even comparable to him, who had comprehended the Double Technique. This made him even more vigilant.
After all, the Divine God Palace Master was not human. If he really had any ulterior motives, it would be very difficult to deal with him in these sealed ruins.
Garon glanced at the fork in the tunnel. There were three paths in the entire fork. He stood in one of them, the Divine God Palace Master stood in the one opposite him, and there was one in the middle where no one appeared. It was obviously the path that the Cthulhu King entered.
Garon stared at the Divine God Palace Master and hesitated for a while. The two of them did not speak. The other party was clearly surprised that he came out first, and not the Cthulhu King who was leading the exploration of the ruins.
"I'll go check on the Cthulhu King." Garon said in a low voice and walked directly towards the middle path, secretly guarding against the Divine God Palace Master's actions.
Only when he had walked a long distance into the middle path and could no longer see the Divine God Palace Master's figure, did Garon slowly relax.
Following the path forward quickly, after running for about an hour, the faint sound of metal weapons clashing could be heard in front of him.
Very quickly, the faint blue mist in front of him gradually disappeared, and was replaced by complete darkness.
In the darkness, the red-robed Cthulhu King was being chased by a bolt of black lightning. He looked extremely pathetic.
"Help me!" Seeing that Garon had arrived, the Cthulhu King's eyes were instantly filled with joy.
Garon glanced around. There was still a large piece of the Tower Shield lying on the ground. It had a sharp shape, like a three-pointed awl. He kicked with his foot and grabbed the shard in his hand.
"Jump Slash!"
All the strength in his body quickly gathered and twisted, forming a spring-like structure. Then, as Garon breathed, he released it.
Boom!!
The shard in his hand instantly drew a bolt of lightning, and hit the female swordsman's waist precisely the moment the leader hit the Cthulhu King's shield.
With a tearing sound, the female swordsman was torn in half, and was cut in half at the waist.
The corpse quickly turned into a black shadow and blended into the darkness. The faint blue mist once again filled the surroundings of the tunnel. Everything returned to normal.
The Cthulhu King panted heavily, a few drops of sweat dripping from his chin under the mask. His long robe was also slightly drenched in sweat, sticking tightly to his body.
"Thank you." He leaned against the wall, took out a bottle of water and took a big gulp. He closed his eyes and began to rest.
Garon didn't mind, and waited quietly at the side.
After more than half an hour, the Cthulhu King finally opened his eyes.
"Thank you so much this time."
"Don't hide anything from me." Garon was a little unhappy with the Shadow Magic Mirror Heirloom. This information should have been made clear first, and not after entering. If it wasn't for the Cthulhu King being unable to deal with the Shadow Swordsman, he probably would have swallowed the Magic Mirror himself.
"It's my fault, but the Divine God Palace Master doesn't know about this either." After being helped by Garon this time, the Cthulhu King's attitude was much gentler. He was finally talking to Garon on equal footing with himself. As for the grudge caused by the ten thousand mile chase last time, it was also slightly alleviated.
"The Shadow Magic Mirror is the control center of the entire ruin. This wasn't an underground residential city in the first place, but a military fortress. The shadow creatures that remain here are actually all left over after countless years. Originally, the shadow army controlled by the Shadow Magic Mirror was much more powerful than it is now. It's just that there were problems over the long period of time."
"I don't care about the Shadow Magic Mirror. Don't forget the condition you agreed to earlier."
"Of course." The Cthulhu King nodded. "There are three Living Secret Techniques. One is of the ice attribute, one has a strong life force, and the last one is the one I originally reserved. It's a metal weapon attribute."
"Metal weapon is fine too." Garon thought for a while and agreed.
"Garon, you haven't come into contact with Living Secret Techniques before, have you?" The Cthulhu King called Garon's name rather intimately. This small detail seemed to show that he wanted to ease the relationship between the two of them.
"That's right."
"I have some related information here. I'm not sure if you're interested in hearing it." The Cthulhu King extended an olive branch, trying to repair the relationship between him and Garon.
"Let's go back and talk as we walk." Garon was worried that he didn't know anything about Living Secret Techniques. Naturally, he didn't refuse.
There was no related information about Living Secret Techniques in the Kovitan Royal Library. This kind of thing was a secret that only the strongest had the right to know. It couldn't be stored in the so-called secret library.
The Cthulhu King had explained to Garen the specific information about the Living Secret Technique in detail on their journey.
Living Secret Techniques had a certain degree of evolution. Normally, if a Living Secret Technique was successfully cultivated, it would combine all the strength and blood in the practitioner's body. Even the source of the strength would be completely absorbed, fused and shrunk, refining it into a seed of strength. This seed would follow the most suitable direction of the Secret Technique's refinement, discarding the impurities within. Then, it would absorb the practitioner's spirit and will again, gradually growing into a Secret Technique form that was completely suitable for the practitioner.
At this point, once the Secret Technique's ability was successfully cultivated, it didn't need to be cultivated anymore. Instead, it would become an innate ability. The so-called Secret Technique's effect had actually become an innate ability of the body.
The entire Living Secret Technique was like a living thing. It used the practitioner's spirit and will, fighting techniques, and the source of the strength as nutrients. After it gradually matured, the fruit it bore would be an even more unified and powerful Secret Technique's innate ability.
It would form a natural mysterious system that was rooted in the practitioner's body. It would embed the Secret Technique's ability into the practitioner's body, forming a terrifying ability similar to an innate ability.
Along the way, Garon continued to understand all the information about Living Secret Techniques that the Cthulhu King was talking about. The more he understood, the more incredulous he felt.
This Secret Technique was no longer a simple Secret Technique. It was an indescribable mysterious seed.
"Then, can a person practice two types of Living Secret Techniques?" After Garon digested the Cthulhu King's information, he asked again.
"I'm afraid not. However, it is possible to absorb the strengths and weaknesses of both Living Secret Techniques, remove the strength of the Secret Technique system, and re-instill one's spirit and will. Then, one would be able to extract the strength of one Living Secret Technique and turn it into one's own strength." The Cthulhu King explained. "That's what the Divine God Palace Master intends to do. Otherwise, the Nest Master wouldn't have his own Living Secret Technique. "
"You can do that?" Garon was slightly surprised.
"Of course you can. However, you must understand this Living Secret Technique very well. At the same time, your own Secret Technique system must not be rejected. Only then can you force yourself to try. Once you fail, the consequences will be very serious. The spirit, will and source of the strength that was instilled will completely disappear. Even the years of hard work of the instiller will be completely wasted. This is a loss from the source of memory and the body. There's no way to recover it. Once you fail, the strength that was instilled for many years will be lost instantly. "The Cthulhu King was slightly emotional. "If the Divine God Palace Master wants to walk the path of a Nest Master, it will be very very difficult."
Garon couldn't help but nod his head.
The two of them walked forward for a while. Finally, they returned to the fork where the three paths intersected.
The Divine God Palace Master was still leaning against the stone wall, resting with his eyes closed.
"You're finally here." Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at the two of them.
"You can enter the third floor now." The Cthulhu King nodded at him. He took out a small yellow paper bag from his chest.
"If you want to open the entrance to the third floor as soon as possible, this is the most convenient. I didn't think that I wouldn't be able to use it at the Burning Man stage, but I can use it here. "
Garon also took out his share of the explosives. The three of them put the explosives together at the same time, right in the middle of the fork. After the three of them retreated.
The Cthulhu King took out a match from his chest and lit it with a click. He casually threw it at a fuse connected to the explosives.
Hiss …
The faint sound of the fuse burning could be heard.
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