The joints all over Sammy's body seemed to have rusted and stiffened. His posture was weird, but he was not slow at all. Very soon, he reached the door, opened it, and walked into the corridor that was only illuminated by dim street lamps.
"Follow him and take a look." Karl repeated himself. Then, he followed Sammy as agilely but quietly as a black cheetah.
Too many thoughts were rolling in Donnie's head. Having never encountered such a situation before, he did not know what to do for a moment, but he was worried about his friend. He could only follow Karl and keep Sammy at a distance.
After walking for dozens of seconds, Sammy, whose eyes were closed, crawled into the stairwell and hopped down the stairs. However, he did not make any sound when he hopped, as if every step of the stairs had turned soft.
Such weirdness, together with the gloomy view in the stairwell, gave Donnie goosebumps. He said to Karl in a low voice, "He seems to be unconscious and only knows how to move forward instinctively. Otherwise, he would've chosen the lift."
Their dormitory was on the second floor of the Life Tower. There were lifts that led to the hall, the basement, and other floors. Therefore, the stairwell was barely used. Many of the magic chandeliers were broken, and nobody cared about them.
Karl looked at Sammy who had turned around the corner of the stairs. His voice suddenly echoed in Donnie's heart. "Perhaps he is unwilling to choose the lift …"
Donnie was rather shocked. Where did the voice come from?
"We can talk telepathically. There's no need to speak …" Karl said again.
Donnie thought in shock. Was it the effect of one of the accessories on his body? As expected of a young man with a great background!
Suddenly, he was stunned. "Unwilling to choose? Are you suggesting that Sammy has been manipulated? "
"Not necessarily. Perhaps something is summoning him, or perhaps it's just his instincts, as you said." Karl narrowed his eyes and walked on tiptoe.
In the stairwell, one and a half of the two magic chandeliers were broken. The light was flickering, making it particularly creepy. Donnie said solemnly and in a panic, "Then, let's report it to our teachers and ask the official sorcerers to take care of it."
He was referring to the guardian mage of the Tower of Life.
In the changing light and shadow, Karl's fair and delicate face was filled with coldness. "That's unnecessary. If Sammy is just sleepwalking caused by a ghost, we can deal with him on our own. Calling our teacher will only 'scare' him. Also, if he is really being manipulated, this is the Heidler Magic College, which is under the control of the defense. As long as there are any magic waves or other noises, the defense will immediately sense it. By then, the senior-rank sorcerers who guard the pivot of the defense will certainly have enough time to stop him."
After many years of development, the medical field of necromancy had developed a complete set of classification methods for diseases, and named many common diseases that used to be shrouded in strange colors.
He turned around and looked at Donnie. His silver-purple eyes were filled with nervousness, excitement, curiosity, and eagerness. "Don't you want to experience an adventure without any danger? Don't you want to deal with this matter with your own abilities? Maybe the place where Sammy went in the end has abundant treasures and power that is enough to dominate a country … "
The magnetic voice continued to reverberate in Donnie's heart. Although the words were not concise enough, they seemed to contain some kind of irresistible and irrefutable power. It successfully stimulated the desire in Donnie's heart, causing him to nod subconsciously and walk forward with Karl.
Summoned by something?
Is it the same as me?
Donnie thought to himself in confusion. As if he were under Karl's control, they walked out of the Tower of Life together.
Although there was no difference between day and night in the World of Souls, and it was always monotonous black, white, and gray, there were different shades in the defense of the Heidler Magic College, which was convenient for the apprentices who had not become official mages to fall asleep. Therefore, after walking out of the Tower of Life, Donnie felt that it was quiet and dark around him. The bottom of the enormous magic tower was everywhere. If he raised his head to look at the sky, he would see a dead "sky". There was no Silver Moon or stars.
The college seemed to be particularly cold at night. When the breeze blew, Donnie couldn't help but shiver. He looked around but saw no living creature.
"Don't lose them." Karl reminded him.
Donnie nodded, rather scared and nervous. He could clearly hear the excitement in Karl's voice.
In the silence, coldness, and darkness, the three of them bypassed the magic towers and approached the front gate of the college.
The whole Heidler Magic College was like a city made of magic towers. It was surrounded by high, solid, and long city walls. The so-called gate, on the other hand, was a gray light beam dozens of meters tall and ten meters wide. Strange magic patterns were flowing on it, spreading out the intense air of death.
Seeing that Sammy, whose eyes were closed and whose facial muscles were twisted, stopped before the front gate, Donnie asked in both relief and confusion in the telepathic communication, "Is Sammy trying to get out of the college?"
"Maybe, maybe, maybe. Anyway, if we keep following them, we will definitely find something interesting. Let me tell you about it. Once, I dragged my brother to an ancient tomb in the middle of the night …" Karl sounded more and more excited, but his rambling did not distract him. He was still staring at Sammy attentively.
Donnie found it strange. "Sammy can't get out. The front gate is already closed. What interesting things can there be? Should we find a way to wake him up? Or should we wait for him to return to his dormitory? "
Hardly had he concluded his sentence when his eyes bulged out. He saw that Sammy extended his right hand and pressed the light beam of the front gate softly. Then, centered at his hand, ripples spread out and swallowed him whole.
"He … He … He's out …" Donnie stammered. Where was the defense effect of the defense? Where were the senior-rank mentors who guarded the pivot?
"Follow him, or we won't be able to pass!" Karl had no time to bother with him. Grabbing his right hand, he charged at the swirl that was slowly shrinking like a magic steam train.
Feeling an enormous force, Donnie couldn't help but 'fly' to the front gate, just like when he was thrown away by a bull when he was a kid.
He's even stronger than I thought!
The feeling of coldness and wetness came over. The colors in front of Donnie's eyes all faded, and only black, white, and misty gray painted everything.
Tombs were reflected in his pupils. The black tombstones before the tombs were all slanted.
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Donnie's heart suddenly pounded. He had the feeling of being summoned again like in his previous nightmares. Moving his feet uncontrollably, he followed Sammy to the center of the Cemetery of Eternal Sleep.
Danger! That was the core of the Life Tracing Ritual. It must be very dangerous!
We've already left the front gate and entered the World of Souls. Should anything happen, the mentors won't be able to rescue us!
No, I can't follow him anymore!
Donnie's survival instinct made him make a quick decision. He shouted, trying to attract the attention of the college.
However, his call did not raise any response at all. The surroundings were still frozen as dead silence.
This was the World of Souls, a place where those below legendary could not make any sound!
He wanted to cast spells and make a big noise, but under the summoning, he could not concentrate his spiritual power at all. He could only listen to his heart beating faster and faster, and watch his feet moving forward more and more uncontrollably. He felt that the desire in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.
"Karl, it's dangerous up ahead. Find our mentors." He tried to remind Karl through telepathy.
Karl stared ahead without blinking and smiled indifferently. "What's there to be scared of? The Cemetery of Eternal Sleep is part of the defense …"
Donnie talked about what happened in his dream again and again, but Karl was not nervous at all. He kept moving forward with Sammy.
It was not until the "familiar" giant tomb appeared in front of Donnie's eyes that he gave up persuasion in desperation and followed the summoning and the desire in his heart, moving forward together with Karl.
Sammy, who was in the front, did not stop at all. He went straight into the tomb whose gate was half closed. Karl paused for a moment and then followed him.
The gate of the tomb, the pathway, the floor … It was exactly the same as in Donnie's "memory". However, when he turned the corner, he was shocked to see a team of mummies wrapped in "gray" cloth walking toward him!
There were no guards in his previous nightmares!
Donnie's heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of his chest. He was overwhelmed by desperation. It must be noted that even the weakest mummy was as good as an official Knight. However, the mummies in front of him were horrifying, and the "cloth" was soaked in grease. They were obviously not regular mummies.
He subconsciously stepped back and sensed Karl's existence. Karl's silver-purple eyes became sharp, and he looked extremely solemn.
Right. He had the strength of a dragon and powerful accessories. He should be able to block the mummies, right?
However, the team of mummies simply ignored them and walked past them without doing anything.
"How is this possible?" Donnie murmured to himself in confusion. The danger just now made him focus his attention and prepare his spells. He almost attacked the mummies first. However, the mummies did not seem to see the two of them at all!
"It's weird." Karl was unusually concise.
"Yes, it's weird. Since when do you have talents that are ignored by others?" A voice that sounded like a male duck suddenly echoed.
"Who is it?" Donnie was shocked again. Since when was there someone behind him?
The fatty said helplessly, "I'm here with you …"
Donnie took out the notebook that he carried with him and flipped through the records on it. (Whenever you meet a fat guy, treat him as your roommate, Jones). Smiling bitterly, he said, "Don't follow me like this next time."
"I didn't …" The fatty felt wronged.
"Let's go." The nervousness in Karl's voice was even more obvious, but so was his excitement.
Along the pathway, they continued moving forward. On their way, they encountered floating ghosts, dragon liches with pale flames bouncing in their eyes, and weird undead creatures made of countless pieces of flesh. However, they all ignored Donnie and his companions, as if they were in different worlds!
The main chamber was up ahead. Donnie found it weird. Would there really be the terrifying undead creatures made of countless intelligent lives after they entered it? Would they be unable to see them, too?
At this stage, he could no longer control his sense of being summoned. Karl and Jones seemed to have been overwhelmed by curiosity, too.
Opening the door of the main chamber, Donnie's pupils constricted violently, because Sammy was standing in front of the enormous dark coffin, facing them with his eyes closed and a weird smile on his lips.
"Sammy!" Donnie blurted out, but his voice could not be heard.
Suddenly, the cover of the coffin on Sammy's back was opened, and the terrifying undead creature from his nightmare appeared in front of Donnie's eyes again.
It was taller than giants, more mysterious than sutured corpses, and purer than the World of Souls … The undead creature suddenly opened its eyes. Dark red flames jumped out, and a strong sense of death descended upon the world.
Donnie's body was cold and paralyzed. He intuitively sensed that Carl and Jones were the same next to him, but Sammy did not seem to be affected at all. He simply jumped into the coffin.
The tomb shook violently, and a pitch-black abyss appeared below the coffin. It was as if there was something indescribable hidden inside, something that was difficult to touch.
The darkness continued to swell, while the coffin and the undead creatures pressed down on it.
What's there?
Donny's consciousness gradually faded.
Ah!
Donnie sat up and panted heavily. He looked around in shock. Thankfully, he was still in the dormitory! Fortunately, it was just a dream!
But he suddenly stopped breathing, because he found that Sammy, Carl, and Jones were all short of breath and sweating like him!
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