Fake Ancient God - Chapter 275 Abyss and the Great Terror

To be honest, Nie Yuan was a little embarrassed.

Everyone knows why Samira suddenly lost her temper, but no one will expose it.

He just looked at the two with a teasing expression from time to time.

Of course, Nie Yuan wouldn't say anything more.

After waiting for the fakes outside the cave to leave a certain distance, Mikrel held the old tree vine staff and led everyone out.

With the blessing of the incantation projected on the vine, the outside world, whether it is with the naked eye or any other detection method, cannot detect the abnormality of everyone.

No matter how you look at it, this is a normal line of sea monsters, no different from other kin.

Moreover, the curse mark projected by the tree vines can only be seen by everyone inside. It is a mentally visible state, and only those who form a connection with it can vaguely see it.

Therefore, even if other creatures enter the range of the curse mark, they cannot find the existence of this vague mark.

The Great Rift Valley near the Siren Kingdom is a well-known place for the marine race.

Some areas are even open to the public, and anyone can come here to explore or play.

Therefore, on the way, everyone did not need to compare the map at all, and they did not need to avoid the eyes of other sea-monsters. Under the leadership of Mikrel, they went straight to this dark abyss where they could not see the bottom.

Really big.

Dark and deep.

It is like a wild beast with a huge mouth open to swallow the sky, looking up at the starry sky, which is frightening.

The scale of its cross-section, even if it is only a cursory visual inspection, it can be found that this place is much larger than the area of ​​the entire Kraken Kingdom.

It's just that above the abyss, there is basically no such luminous seaweed, only a faint light radiating from the edge.

Therefore, when everyone sank from the sea before, they did not witness the scene here.

See you soon.

The Kraken Kingdom is like a small tribe built on the side of the abyss, and it is incomparable with the natural cracks formed in the ancient times.

As soon as everyone approached the great crack in the abyss, the guarded siren came forward and could only play and explore within the delimited range.

If it goes too deep, something goes wrong and they are irresponsible.

The sirens have heard too much of this.

But every time you get close to here, there will still be guards who will not tire of reminding you.

That is their duty, and because of the nameless threat in the depths of the great fissure of the abyss, they do swallow countless people every year who cannot listen to their advice.

In fact, those who claim to be explorers are not unaware of the indescribable terror that may emerge at any time in the depths.

Even if there is no reminder from relevant people, the races living in the depths of the ocean must know this common sense.

They are just hard to suppress, the curiosity and desire to explore the infinite unknown in their hearts.

Not just the abyss rift beside the Siren Kingdom.

In fact, in the depths of the ocean, any canyon abyss that exceeds a certain depth is likely to brew in the depths, all kinds of indescribable and invisible terror.

This might be...

characteristic of this world.

Just like the world Nie Yuan once lived in, people more or less will have senses such as deep-sea phobia.

It will be hard to suppress the imagination, at the end of the bottomless darkness, whether there is a super creature that cannot be illuminated by sunlight, which is unimaginable for human beings.

But the difference is.

In the current world, such imaginations can be turned into reality!

There were even some legends in the past, saying that those so-called demons and **** did not exist in the first place.

It's just that there are too many people's brain supplements and fantasies, and the fears that come from the hearts of the people, which are invisible from all over the world, and really brewing, that indescribable horror that is in line with human fears!

That is spiritual.

But in this world, there are certain rules that really exist.

Therefore, in the depths of such a deep and terrifying deep crack, if the fear of the human heart is infinitely magnified by the darkness and the ghost.

Then it will indeed attract many indescribable things that are indescribable, unknown where they came from, and how they were born.

The countless explorers who disappear in the depths of the cracks every year are mostly sinking, and their inner fears are hard to suppress.

It only attracted the eyes of those invisible and terrifying, and thus suffered bad luck.

But fortunately, among the group, there is no timid rat generation.

Basically a battle-hardened man.

They are different from ordinary explorers, the possibility of attracting invisible terror is extremely low, and even if they encounter it head-on, it is not necessarily who is stronger and who is weaker.

As long as the inner fear is not magnified infinitely, the terrifying existence that is provoked will not be as powerful and despairing as the description.

Mikrel seems to have been here many times.

He easily dealt with the guards, and then led the crowd directly into the open exploration area bordering the edge of the ocean kingdom.

Because it is too big.

So they didn't go very far, and they couldn't see anyone.

Mikrel took the crowd and bypassed the symbolic level, completely out of sight of others.

They were completely in the dark.

Dive all the way.

The sound and light have become extremely illusory here.

But fortunately, the old tree vine staff in Mickler's hand seems to have the blessing of some mysterious power.

The light it emits has not been affected too much by the powerful water pressure.

At least within the scope of the curse, everyone can clearly see the expressions on each other's faces.

"Everyone can talk."

Mikrel said: "The atmosphere is too dull, and it is easy to breed fear, although you should all be mentally strong people, and you can't provoke anything too terrible.

But if you can avoid the possibility of some troubles, let’s avoid some of them. Communication can relieve the feeling of repression that comes from instinct. "

"Oh, the weather is so nice today."

Spike gave Mikrel a lot of face and spoke directly.

But the content of the words was still so nonsensical and rude.

He even deliberately raised his head, looked up, and covered his eyes with his palms, as if he was blocking the sun.

But here it is no longer known how many meters of the seabed.

Not to mention sunshine.

Not even glowing seaweed!

There is only endless darkness and emptiness.

So when he said this, it was just to be beaten.

However, Samira was about to complain about him, but suddenly she thought about it.

Eh?

This guy said this, wouldn't it be intentional?

It dissipated at once, the oppressive atmosphere just now.

Let everyone look at him strangely.

The repression released by one sentence seems to be much stronger than normal communication.

Thinking of this, Samira hummed: "It's your Spike."

"What about me?"

Spike said blankly: "I only need Miss Miranda, you can have your Nie Yuan, why, you still want to play with flowers?"

Hearing this, Hoover pouted and said, "Don't be like this Spike, we won't be so oppressed at all, it will seduce the deep fear in our hearts, it's almost done, save your lip service, save it. ."

"Isn't there a child here?"

Mikrel "returned the favor" and helped Spike. Looking at Nancy, he said, "Sometimes you really need some, Spike is such a slapper."

"kid?"

Hoover sneered: "It seems that you did not foresee our arrival."

This is Nancy's.

Except it looks a little like a child.

Hoover really couldn't see how any child could be as fierce as her.

Mikrel didn't get in touch with everyone, and it's normal to not know the situation.

But if this little girl was really regarded as an ordinary child, it would be completely ridiculous.

"Mickler."

Spike said speechlessly: "Do you think I should thank you or beat you?"

"Save it."

Mikrel said indifferently: "You who were ten years ago, maybe you can, now you...just like the sunfish, except that they are more noticeable than other fish, anyone can poke them a few times."

Spike: "…"

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"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

to this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression of Demons, which is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the **** Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but it quickly relaxed.

There is almost no way to clean the **** smell of everyone in Zhen Mosi.