There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 297, Guided by the Flame of Hope
There's another piece of good news: he has equipment that can withstand such extreme pain.

But there was another piece of bad news: the equipment he had that could resist such pain was somewhat unreliable.

The Silver Crown of Thorns possesses pain resistance, but its pain resistance is peculiar; it doesn't resemble resistance but rather a form of desensitization training.

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"You get used to being pricked after a while."

It has some effect, but the effect is just so-so.

Previously, if Xiao Yang were pricked by the Silver Thorns, he would immediately scream with a contorted expression. But now, his reaction lacks the facial contortion; all he does is scream.

Staring at the exaggerated silver expanse before him, Xiao Yang's expression suddenly became uncertain.

And there it was again, marked in red, the countdown timer.

With a helpless sigh, a certain resolve was made.

This sea of ​​silver thorns is not entirely without paths; there are gaps between the silver thorns.

With a little care and caution, one can still move safely through this silver world.

Gritting their teeth, they began to move forward.

"what!"

Soon, screams rang out.

………….

"We have to be faster, we have to be even faster."

Push aside one silver thorn after another.

At first, I would pay attention and carefully dodge, but as I was stabbed more and more, I became numb and suddenly couldn't care less about that anymore.

Gritting his teeth, he moved forward.

As time goes by, even teeth are worn down, but the thing I'm looking for remains elusive.

It's too empty and too big.

There was nothing there, just a patch of silver; nothing else could be seen.

All that could be seen was a sea of ​​silver.

For nearly seventy hours, over these three days, we have not stopped for a moment, but have continued to move forward. Yet now, what lies before us is still this boundless expanse of silver.

He lost his way.

"Silver, silver, silver."

He murmured this in a numb and listless manner.

There are 78 hours left until the plague rat swarm's grand plan succeeds, which is just over three days and six hours away.

In today's situation, it's no longer enough for willpower and determination to be effective.

Xiao Yang needs some guidance.

He needs to do something.

Think carefully about what else can be done in this situation!
He took his old friend off his waist.

After acquiring deep blue eyes, darkness was no longer something that terrified him, nor was it an inescapable source of distress.

But he still often carried his old friend on his waist.

Using these flickering flames to dispel the darkness is no longer the most important thing.

However, he still never gave up this habit.

Fire is very important.

Even if there is some unease, raising your old companion and quietly watching the dazzling yet gentle flame flicker can truly bring a sense of peace.

He knelt down on the ground and laid his old friend flat on the ground.

"Guide me the way, old friend, I need a glimmer of hope now!"

In this situation, Xiao Yang's only hope was his only hope, and fortunately, he recently regained his hope.

With a slight exertion of his wrist, the lantern, which had been lying flat, began to rotate slowly.

Xiao Yang stared wide-eyed at the scene. The lantern slowly stopped spinning, pointing in a direction. Joy returned to Xiao Yang's face as he picked up the lantern and hung it back on his waist.

"Now, let's move forward!"

Xiao Yang's choice was not wrong. His old partner once again helped him break free from his predicament. Following the direction indicated by the lantern of hope, he kept moving forward, and the vast expanse of white finally began to change.

Xiao Yang saw some ravines appearing in the neat sea of ​​silver thorns. He paused before these ravines, and some more unusual things appeared.

Among the silver thorns surrounding these ravines, some of the sharp tips are tinged with crimson.

It was as if it were stained with blood.

"Forever, forever, we can believe in hope and carry the lantern!"

This discovery immediately excited Xiao Yang, who had been moving forward numbly.

As we moved forward, more things appeared.

Even in death, some of the ferocious giant rats were still incredibly powerful. When they were alive, each of them was probably no less than an epic-level being.

Clearly, these guys are the arms of the plague rat swarm.

Such an exaggerated number?

Ordinary evil gods couldn't create such an exaggerated scene.

The assessment of the plague giant rat needs to be revised; its power is likely to be even greater than Xiao Yang predicted.

However, it's also possible that no changes are needed.

The situation should be different now.

It is certain that even if the Plague Rats win this war against the Silver Tree, their victory will most likely be a devastating one.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been negotiating with Xiao Yang on the ground.

The ravines that Xiao Yang discovered were disappearing one by one, and at the end of each ravine was a giant rat that had lost its life.

Only the last, widest ravine remained.

Continuing forward along the ravine until finally, at the end, an incomparably giant rat appeared before Xiao Yang.

It was also dead, but this giant rat was different from the others that Xiao Yang found at the end of the ravine.

As for the power that has not dissipated even after death.

"legend?"

No, it's not just a legend.

"Demi god."

This is a giant rat with the rank of demigod.

Such a high-ranking relative—no, it might not even be a relative at all. Xiao Yang strongly suspected that this giant rat was an offspring of the plague rat swarm, or even simply a part of the plague rat swarm.

A giant rat with the rank of demigod fell silently and unnoticed in this vast and unimaginable underground thicket.

Xiao Yang has found the giant rat's fatal flaw.

A sharp, silver wooden splinter was deeply embedded in the head from the forehead.

Even in death, the giant rat retained the same ferocious and disgusting expression it had in life.

But since he's already dead, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Xiao Yang didn't even have much respect for living gods, let alone the dead corpse in front of him.

Stepping on the head of the ferocious giant rat, Xiao Yang grabbed the silver wooden spike on its forehead and slowly pulled it out. As the spike was pulled out, a stream of dark, foul-smelling liquid slowly flowed out of the giant rat's head.

The splinter has been pulled out; it's a silver branch.

Putting away the silver branch, Xiao Yang now has three silver branches on him.

The giant rat that fell to the ground did not show any further changes after the silver branch on its forehead was pulled out; it did not attempt to revive or rise from the dead.

It was truly dead, killed by a silver branch.

At this moment, Xiao Yang silently increased his estimate of the power of the Silver Crossbow he was preparing to forge by several levels.

It feels like it's going to be an incredibly over-the-top weapon.

(End of this chapter)