Chapter 288: The Curse Cellar That Has Not Been Dismantled

"Player Super Justice ()"

Annan hadn't seen him for a long time, and his own system jumped out of his own initiative.

Except for using [Nightmare Fragments]...that is, the key left behind by the extraordinary who can open the road to nightmares, and Annan's [Truth Appearance] reminder when he got the broken pages of the skycart, he basically I have never seen the system actively jump out of the nightmare.

And still in such disturbing bright red font.

Annan frowned slightly, released his perception field to the surroundings as much as possible, and slowed down on the stairs.

Fragmented pictures kept appearing in front of them... If they were distracted, there might be a possibility that a foot would slip and fall off.

"Be careful, don't trip. Go slow!"

Annan stretched out his hand to grab the hand that Zhuoya handed over, and using the scepter as a crutch, he walked slowly down among the dull fellows, and raised his voice to remind: "I feel that the frequency of illusions has increased significantly——"

He heard his own voice, which seemed to be indistinguishable from the real one.

But when others listened to Annan's voice, they found that they couldn't hear clearly at all.

Under the special environment close to the curse cellar, his voice was drawn extremely long and became extremely distorted. Like a bad radio, or a slippery record.

"Actually... panic... because..."

Jacob's increasingly blurred and fragmented voice rang in everyone's ears. But this time it was no longer a problem of inaudibleness—it was like a call came when the mobile phone was placed near the stereo, and the extremely sharp and loud whistling sound completely covered Jacob's voice.

They even felt an uncomfortable buzzing in their ears.

Players feel a little familiar... It's like the discomfort in the ear when the plane takes off.

——The next moment, all the sounds they could make disappeared completely.

Whether it was the sound of talking, the sound of footsteps when walking, or the sound of Annan's scepter, all disappeared in an instant-replaced by low-pitched white noise.

A line of prompts appeared in front of Annan again:

[——Warning, you have entered the Black Rock Curse Vault]

Then, Annan felt his feet take a bite—as if the ground under his feet suddenly disappeared, and his whole body kept falling downwards.

Annan felt that Zhuoya, who was falling at the same time as him, also clenched his hand tightly for a moment.

...It turns out that you will be afraid too.

The corner of Annan's mouth twitched slightly.

Another half a minute passed, and he didn't feel the touch of the ground.

At this height, if you hit the ground, you will definitely fall to your death. Annan even felt that Zhuoya's palms were sweating and still trembling slightly.

In order to comfort the elder, Annan didn't hesitate, he shook it back hard, and shook it slightly to signal her to be stable.

His firmness and calmness seemed to be transmitted to Zhuoya through the temperature of his palm. She stopped trembling almost immediately, and she didn't hold Annan's hand so hard anymore.

But in this dark, soundless, falling abyss, Annan didn't have any fear.

--the reason is simple.

Because the feeling of falling... how should I put it, it's a bit fake.

A person's center of gravity cannot be in the middle, especially if their feet do not touch the ground and cannot exert force to adjust their posture. It's nothing more than a momentary fall, but they have passed for such a long time, they should either fall forward or fall backward.

But Annan still felt that he was falling vertically very smoothly without tensing his core at all - there was no sense of wind resistance due to constant acceleration, only a pure sense of falling. Zhuo Ya in Annan's hand was not tilted at all... On the contrary, she was slightly tilted because of her nervousness and some small movements of her own.

Zhuo Ya seemed to realize this very quickly, and gradually relaxed, and slowly adjusted her posture back.

...that's probably why Jacob asked us to hold each other's hands.

Annan thought so.

Suddenly, Annan felt a slight change... The speed of their descent seemed to slow down.

After that, more than half a minute passed.

They finally felt the touch of the ground under their feet, and stood on the ground again.

There was still a low hum in the air.

After a brief silence, Annan tentatively asked: "Everyone... can you hear me?"

"Ah, I can hear it."

"It scared me to death, I thought I was going to fall to my death..."

"This must be the kind of slow-down platform where the wind blows from the bottom up. How could it be possible to fall to death..."

In the darkness, the players were the first to react.

"Can you light a fire?"

Zhuo Ya's voice was a little hoarse, she asked Jacob in such a low voice.

She didn't seem to dislike Jacob as much as she did at the beginning... probably at the beginning of the ceremony when Jacob showed his hand to penetrate the barrier, she realized that Jacob did have real talents and learned a lot about him. attitude has changed a lot.

"...It can be."

Jacob hesitated, then responded, "But I still recommend lighting without heat... Do I need to?"

"No, I'll do it."

Zhuo Ya shook her head.

She raised her hand high and said loudly, "Look at me!"

The next moment, her fingertips shone brightly.

Like a fire igniting on flint—a bright brilliance burst out from Zhuoya's right index finger, completely illuminating the surrounding space.

It was an idol spell called [Guiding Light].

Light up the fingertips or the tip of the sword—by continuing to invest in order mana, this light can be maintained forever.

It can force everyone who sees the light to focus on their own hands - simply put, it is an instant group mocking spell. If you forcibly do not take the taunt, you will have to take a concentration penalty for other actions. In this way, people who see the light are forced to attack themselves first.

If it is in a fierce battle, you can also use this spell suddenly to try to create a momentary opening for the closely guarded enemy...or to wake up the soul-captured teammates, and it can also be used to interrupt the original attack of the enemy , or interrupt the focused action.

But now, as a purely light-maintaining spell, it's really overkill... But if you maintain this spell, even if you encounter any sudden enemies, you will give priority to attacking Zoya. On the contrary, it makes it easier for people to deal with it.

Under the illumination of this light, they finally saw the internal structure of the curse cellar——

——That is a shockingly magnificent structure.

They are in the circular hall, which looks like a lecture hall surrounding the center. There are many seat-like stone slabs around, but there is no one on the seat.

And directly behind the "podium" is a huge pure white door with a height of twenty people.

It has no handle and no knocker.

There are no pictures on it, just engraved words of elves.

And at the four corners of the hall, there are four white columns standing like the quadrupeds of a turtle. Its width requires more than five adults holding hands to hug... But if you listen carefully, you can notice that the cylinder is hollow.

That is not a column, but a pipe.

But it is not so much a pipe as a blood vessel of some kind of monster.

This is by no means a spectacle built by the Brotherhood of the North. It reveals the ancient atmosphere immersed in history everywhere.

In other words...

"...The elves here back then, didn't they dismantle this curse cellar from the very beginning?"

Annan's pupils shrank slightly.