There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 303, The Ancient Pact
In the underground passage, after this series of events, the enraged plague rat swarm still wanted to chase Xiao Yang, but it was relentlessly entangled by the silver tree that surged up from underground.

A war between two gods began at a depth of two to four thousand meters underground.

………….

There are all sorts of things in this underground tunnel.

Roots, silver thorns, giant rat.

However, these are almost all existing as motionless corpses.

It's a pity.

On this battlefield, Xiao Yang found another half of a demigod-level plague rat swarm, but as time passed, this half had almost completely lost its power, and even the last bit of its head was gone.

However, it wasn't all for naught; Xiao Yang pulled out another silver branch from the giant rat's forehead.

He currently has four silver bars.

It's not just the Silver Branch.

He also found another path on this battlefield.

A vast industrial zone with numerous metal pipes connecting to the ground.

This deep cave is located beneath the Silver Church, but the excavation tool used was a massive magical tunnel boring machine.

Clearly, the residents of Clock Tower City know something about this underground story.

Deep within the industrial zone, besides a large amount of Tree of Life sap, Xiao Yang found the following records.

It's unbelievable that such an exaggerated battlefield exists here.

We have truly come into contact with the divine.

This seems to be a god whose name has long been lost to time.

For some reason, we are not attacked.

Is the divine favoring us?

A sap rich in life energy was collected from those broken branches.

These tree sap trees are incredibly versatile.

We must admit that we need more tree sap; the cursed land has ceased to produce anything, and the hungry people need food.

This demand is outrageous. This is a real god; I'm a little scared. But the expansion plan has failed, and we need food.

The recording stopped here.

Judging from the difference in handwriting, a long time has passed since the next sentence was written.

Can we really survive well in a world that has become like this?

May this great being continue to watch over us.

This is where the recording ends.

Look up, there's no time to pause, someone's here.

It's that messenger of the evil god.

With a stiff smile on his face, he slowly emerged from the shadows not far away, his entrance carrying the cunning characteristic of a rat.

Xiao Yang, however, was not going to tolerate it. He pulled off his mask and immediately unleashed a Disintegration Ray.

The terrifying crimson beam struck the rat-tamer unexpectedly and fiercely. It didn't die. As expected, at its level, it was hard to call it human anymore.

It transformed into a scattered clump of rats and disappeared into the shadows.

"I told you, I would sacrifice you to the rats and to the great god!"

A sinister voice emerged from the shadows on the other side, and rats surged out, slowly building a figure like building blocks.

Xiao Yang spat at the guy.

Ignoring them further, I quickly left.

With his current strength, defeating a legend was still too difficult, even though this guy had recently been incredibly lucky to escape the dungeon gates. Not long after escaping this battlefield of the gods...

Xiao Yang has returned once again.

He did not find the Heart of the Dungeon.

However, the game of gods had already given him a hint, telling him to retrieve the Heart of the Dungeon.

Where could this thing be?
After searching for a while, Xiao Yang finally focused on the two large creatures on the field.

When the large dungeon of Clock Tower City existed, they were the core of the dungeon. So after the collapse of the large dungeon of Clock Tower City, the core of the dungeon should also be related to them.

So Xiao Yang came back again.

He reappeared on the battlefield. Although he was just a small insect of epic rank, his appearance attracted a great deal of attention.

The maddened plague rats immediately tried to rush over and kill Xiao Yang.

Its condition is getting worse and worse. More and more heads are appearing on its body. It is not only fighting a final battle with the Silver Tree, but it is also gnawing at itself.

Xiao Yang wanted to remain calm in the face of the plague rats' wrath.

He straightened up, raised his head, until he was suddenly knocked over and tumbled several times on the ground in a disheveled state.

If the Silver Tree hadn't gone berserk and even started pulling out its few remaining silver branches to attack the plague rats in front of it, Xiao Yang would probably have collapsed on the spot.

The rat-tamer, his face extremely grim, slowly emerged from the shadows behind Xiao Yang.

It's hard to imagine that this is just an epic.

Where can you run to now?

Behind him were two gods locked in a life-or-death struggle, and before him stood a gloomy messenger of an evil god. It seemed that Xiao Yang had stepped into a dead end.

But he didn't care about it.

Standing at the edge of the cave entrance, peering at the surging roots and silver thorns beneath me, I could vaguely make out the sparse canopy of the silver tree.

Xiao Yang deliberately returned here.

He had found the answer to a puzzling question about the clock tower city.

Why does the Silver Tree allow the residents of Clock Tower City to greedily suck its blood?

If He hadn't been so weakened by shed so much blood, the plague rat swarm would never have succeeded.

What exactly made Him silently endure all of this?

The answer was somewhat unbelievable. Xiao Yang led the rat rider through the maze-like underground battlefield behind him several times before he could barely accept the answer he had come up with.

"It all started with a promise."

Xiao Yang found another ancient ruin in this underground battlefield.

The sapling has finally grown into a big tree, and more and more people are gathering around it.

I promised my best friend I would take good care of these little ones.

The newly found stone tablet contained this sentence, but it successfully led Xiao Yang to place everything on a fact that was hard to believe.

"He provided for the inhabitants of the clock tower for many years with such generosity, kindness and selflessness, even as he himself slowly approached death because of this support."

This is really hard to imagine.

It's really hard to imagine that a god could do something like that.

He lowered his head and glanced down at himself.

Doing calculations.

Given his current attributes, he shouldn't die from a brief fall into the roots. If there's any danger, he should immediately open the dungeon door.

If it's really as he guessed, then let him test whether the Silver Tree is still adhering to that ancient covenant.

This time, I took the initiative to become a frequent flyer.

(End of this chapter)