Ling Yu and his group ran on the downward stairs and advanced to the second underground floor of the fortress.

There were a few people missing in the team. From the beginning, Old Dyke seemed very impatient and ordered everyone to move forward at full speed.

In order not to drag down the crusade team, the five injured people in the previous battle were simply sent back and no longer participated in the subsequent battle.

The stairs downwards were still scary. Ling Yu was holding a handbag and mingled among the crowd, but at this time, the adventurers and guards around him obviously respected him a lot.

Not only because of Ling Yu's outstanding performance in the battle just now, but also because people know that he is an essayer and a student of the beautiful essayer!

After being liberated from his "room", Ling Yu suddenly found that there were many relatively complete robot wrecks on the battlefield of other people around him. So after winning the consent of others, he excitedly picked up several handbags stuffed into his own.

Seeing this scene, people realized that this young man’s handbag was actually a rare space prop! It seems that this kid is either rich or noble!

Then, Ling Yu explained that he was a craftsman and his handbag was his own work.

This is even more surprising! Having space props and being able to make space props are completely different concepts! The latter can be called a master-level existence even in the circle of craftsmen.

When you have a good relationship with a great creator, almost every adventurer and witch hunter will follow the code of conduct.

"No wonder you are not interested in becoming a witch hunter, boy." Fan Li sighed so, but his heart became more determined to attract people to join the group - a craftsman with space props will take it home, even if he doesn't do the task, it will be a profit for them!

"Since you are such a prosperous profession, why do you still join the Night Watch's New Camp camp?" asked an adventurer running next to him, "If I were me, I would never have lived such a life of licking blood from the knife!"

Ling Yu thought for a while and said, "Being an essay requires learning a lot. The training of the recruit battalion should also be part of the learning. And my teacher is also a graduate of the recruit battalion, so it is a tradition."

"It turns out that the beautiful craftsman is so powerful..." Others couldn't help but sigh, "You can be so strong when you learn to fight by the way... The craftsman is indeed a genius!"

Ling Yu shrugged: "If I say that, the combat effectiveness is actually just like this. The Centurion below is just a matter of quantity for me, but it is completely unsolvable for more than a thousand men."

"Is this already very powerful?" People who heard this complained, "There are not many people in the entire alliance who can deal with powerful enemies above the commander!"

Van Li touched his chin and thoughtfully: "It seems that it is true that it matches me!"

At the front of the team, Old Dyke's voice sounded again: "Stop talking, I've seen the gate below. Everyone should pay attention. Don't waste time after entering immediately. If there are not many enemies, rush over and assault upstairs. All enemies are handed over to my husband's guard to solve it!"

Bang! With a knife, the siege team flocked in.

"Number: twenty-four; threat level: second centurion, weak; can be solved!" The captain of the guard team made a quick judgment.

The enemies on this level are still armor, only twenty-four, but each one is a big guy over five meters tall, with a hideous and retro shape, full of fierce and cruel and violent beauty.

"Is it a modified self-propelled robot again?" someone said, "This is even more exaggerated. It is impossible to have such a big armor!"

"No, this is the armor in the traditional sense!" Ling Yu said, "but these are all armors from the Abyss Demon Realm."

"The Armor of Curses!" Aiolos narrowed his eyes, "The armor worn by the legendary demon was cursed because of too many killings and became the incarnation of bloody killing. Every person who wears it...the demon will lose his mind and become a machine that only knows how to kill!"

"Huh? Aren't the devils all like this?" someone retorted.

Vanley and Aiolos shook their heads slightly and sighed, but no one continued to explain.

Time was tight, and everyone divided into two teams according to Old Dyke's plan. Eleven guards in uniform combat uniforms rushed towards the enemy. The rest of the adventurers followed Old Dyke directly to the stairs on the other end of the hall.

"Mr. Dyke, is it okay to just leave it to them?" asked the adventurer. "However, that's the enemy of the strength of the centurion!"

"First, for us, this so-called centurion is just a general level division, which represents the goal being stronger than ordinary elite soldiers; but for real centurion, we only recognize the centurion of the real demon race!" Old Dyke said, "Secondly, even the centurion of the authentic demon race is not a big problem, the problem is just the number! Below thirty heads..."

Old Dyke smiled confidently, and then saw everyone running into the stairwell, he activated the switch.

Going up here, you will reach the second floor of the fortress. Perhaps it is because it is too deep, so there is no more stairs, but a lift is equipped.

What is amazing is that this long-clogged lift can still operate normally. I don’t know if the enemy has repaired it.

I hope it was repaired later. Old Dyke's face looked even more ugly, otherwise the worst possibility would have really been true!

The elevator platform held everyone up and rose rapidly. Suddenly, a violent roar and vibration came from his feet. It was the movement of the battle between the guards and the Curse Armor. I really don’t know what they did.

At this time, the man in gray robe was stroking around and then said excitedly: "It's the original, this is the original one!"

Without waiting for others to ask, he explained himself: "This power system, this energy transmission structure... is all the original features of the Torch Knights! The torch energy drive... Oh my God, it's going to be released! There is also a torch that is continuing to burn here!"

Old Dyke clenched the hilt and gritted his teeth: "This is really the worst situation!"

Vanley asked, "What's going on? Did you know something, Old Dyke?"

"I remembered it. I seemed to have seen that blue crystal before..."

Vanley said, "It's the one who was taken away by the enemy?"

"It wasn't that sure, but now the more I think about it, the more I feel it is that!" Old Dyke couldn't help but sigh, and then said leisurely, "Twenty years ago, I participated in that 'silence expedition'..."

When everyone heard this, they exclaimed at the same time, and looked at Old Dyke with even more awe. Only then did they realize that the old man in front of them was a truly living legend!

Old Dyke didn't care about the eyes around him: "At the end of that war, we destroyed a large ritual of the demons, and at the ceremony we broke the large blue crystals they enshrined in the middle..."

"Can this blue crystal be one of the fragments?" Van Li was also startled, "I heard that the broken demon crystal contained extremely powerful evil magic power. The ritual that the demons were holding at that time..."

"We later analyzed that it should be a great ceremony of summoning or resurrection." Old Dyke continued, "the object is at least one demon king!"

"Hiss..." gasped, "That's why you're so anxious to find the lost crystal?"

Old Dyke looked up and looked up: "Yes, and what's worse is that the torch of the Knights of the Tomb has the magical power of 'hope' and 'repair'!"
Chapter completed!