Lightning felt goosebumps all over her body.
She suddenly remembered the stories that had been circulated among explorers: the demons that crawled out of the abyss, the ghosts that died with resentment, or the undead that lingered.All of them were the nightmares of explorers. Even if they looked into each other's eyes, they could take away a person's life. Illusions and deceptions were their best tricks. Was there such a monster hidden in the ruins?
Although Thunder said that these stories were just nonsense made up by some third-rate explorers, she still felt shaken at this moment. Otherwise, who else would be able to shout continuously for months under the siege of the demons without changing the pitch and interval of his shouts?
She was now faced with a dilemma. If it was really a legendary evil creature that had killed all the demons, it seemed that she couldn't escape the misfortune of trespassing. But if it really persisted until now, then the demons should still be in the ruins. What should she do?
After hesitating for a moment, she decided to fly back to discuss with Maggie.
After briefly explaining the situation, Maggie raised her head and said, "We can extinguish the torch and sneak in quietly, coo, so that the demons can't see us."
"Uh, but we can't see them either."
"I can become an owl," the pigeon rubbed against her face. "No matter how dark the night is, it can't stop me, coo."
Lightning's eyes lit up. "That's a good idea, but … those legendary evil creatures live in the dark all their lives, there must be a way to find their prey, right? Otherwise, they should have starved to death. "
"Didn't you say that they were all made up by others to scare people?"
"Not me, it's my dad," the little girl corrected.
"It's all the same. Anyway, I've never heard of immortal monsters in Graycastle, coo. If they are really so terrible, they shouldn't just stay in a small place like the Fjords, right?" Maggie's body emitted a light, and the pigeon suddenly swelled up and turned into a gray-brown owl, eyes full of eagerness. "I thought you would be very interested in these legends."
That's right, a qualified explorer would never let go of a chance to verify a legend. Moreover, she still had a mental barrier to overcome. If she fled now, all her previous efforts would be in vain.Lightning hesitated for a moment and decided to do as Maggie said.
But, wait a minute … I came here because I had to overcome my fear, so why is he so interested in exploring the ruins? Could it be …
"You're so impatient. Don't tell me it's because of the basket of eggs?"
The owl blinked its big round eyes and turned its head away.
…
Once again standing at the entrance of the basement, Lightning took a few deep breaths, held the revolver tightly in her hand, and quietly walked into the deep darkness.
Perhaps because Maggie was squatting on her shoulder, she felt much calmer than before.
The ground felt damp to the touch, and from time to time, there would be a puddle of water. This place was located in a low-lying area, so the rainwater that fell into the tower would slowly gather downwards. Although there were underground drains in most basements, after hundreds of years of wind and rain, these drains would probably have been blocked long ago.
Maggie patted her head with her wings, which meant that there was a staircase in front of her.
Lightning slowed down her pace, slowly probed the edge of the staircase, and then carefully went down. After turning a corner, she suddenly saw light.
Soft yellow light came from the end of the staircase and shone on the ground, reflecting sparkling light.
After looking carefully, she found that the slightly shaking ground was actually a pool of dirty water. According to the door frame that was half submerged in water, she could see that the water at the bottom of the basement was probably knee-deep.
She carefully walked to the junction of the staircase and the water, and with her feet off the ground, she slowly floated to the door and looked inside.
She saw an empty space inside the door. The underground space of the stone tower was unbelievably large, far larger than the part above ground. She didn't see a burning torch, the yellow light came from the inlaid stones on the wall. They roughly outlined the outline of the basement, and also allowed Lightning to see everything in the room.
There was a stone platform in the middle of the room, and on it stood several figures. From the shell on their back and the burly figure, she could see that they were undoubtedly demons. Fortunately, the demons hadn't noticed the movement near the door. Instead, they were holding spears and shields, surrounding a square blue stone pillar.
At this time, the cry for help was getting clearer, as if it was ringing in her ears.
"Help me, help me …"
Lightning swallowed, what should she do next?
"We …"
"Go and save her, coo," Maggie whispered in her ear.
"What?" The little girl was startled, "But, there are several demons there … We can't beat them!" She felt the palm of her hand holding the gun was full of sweat, "If Sister Nightingale was here, it would be no problem, but I … can't do it alone."
"Are those the demons you were talking about?" Maggie tilted her head and said, "They seem to be dead, coo."
"What, are they dead?"
Before her voice died away, Maggie had already leaped into the air and flew towards the platform. Lightning was so scared that she froze in place for a moment and even forgot to reach out to hold her back. Before she could react, she had already thrown herself on a demon. Lightning had no choice but to grit her teeth, raise her gun, and silently recite the shooting essentials that Nightingale had taught her.
The result was a surprising scene. The demon that was pecked twice by the owl suddenly collapsed like a weather-beaten broken stone, turning into a pile of flying ash in the blink of an eye.
"This … What's going on?" Lightning landed beside Maggie and looked at the other three demons in surprise.
Under the illumination of the yellow light, their bodies were densely covered with fine cracks, and there were traces of spider webs between their legs. Through their ferocious skulls, one could see that their eyeballs and skin were greyish-white, and there was not a trace of life in them at all. "So that's why," she thought, "the owl's vision is several times better than mine in dim light, so that's why Maggie said those words."
But before she could relax, Lightning's eyes were completely attracted by something else.
In the middle of the platform surrounded by demons, stood a huge cube. From a distance, it looked like a stone pillar, but when she looked closely, she found that it was actually transparent. Wrapped in the cubic crystal was a woman in a gorgeous robe. Her eyes were closed, her hands were open, and her long blue hair was spread out behind her, as if it was still floating in the wind.
"Is this a witch, coo?" Maggie flew above the crystal and pecked fiercely. This time, it didn't shatter, instead, it made a crisp knocking sound. "So hard, coo!"
"I don't know," murmured Lightning. She put her hand on the crystal and felt a cold chill through her skin. The surface of the crystal was covered with a thick layer of dust. Obviously, the woman had been in this "sarcophagus" for a long time. Her expression was lifelike, and her tightly knitted eyebrows were raised. She looked a little flustered, but more anxious and worried.
"Save me …"
The voice came from behind the crystal again.