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Chapter 86 Escape

"I dreamt that I was locked in a dark place, unable to do anything or move at all," Lily said, looking quite dejected and frustrated. "It felt like a huge rock was pressing down on me, so heavy—"

"Besides the darkness, there were many strange noises coming from all around, and many, many monsters—"

Hearing this, Milan nodded thoughtfully and whispered to her companion, "That makes sense. It's probably because her body was possessed by that guy's soul and trapped deep within the prison of her own consciousness. So the external perceptions her body receives are distorted and fragmented, turning into a blurry and chaotic dream reflected in her consciousness."

"Huh?" Don Quixote, standing nearby, was stunned, clearly not understanding what Milan had said.

"Simply put," Milan glanced at her, "she's possessed by an evil spirit."

"Oh—I see." Don Quixote suddenly realized.

"Does that mean she remembers all the battles we fought with her before?" Rhodes asked, stroking his chin.

"Uh—" Milan paused for a moment, then glanced at Lily's dependent look on him, and said seriously, "She probably doesn't remember, otherwise she wouldn't have been coaxed by a piece of candy from you."

"That's true," Rhodes nodded, his gaze shifting from Lily to the punctuation marks formed from the three skeletons, steer the conversation back to the main point, "I checked when I woke up, and the original magic circle is gone, leaving more than a dozen light spots on the ground. I suspect these are the locations of other sealing nodes?"

"However, most of these punctuation marks are black, and I suspect they've already expired," Rhodes said, offering his speculation. "Only a few of them still have some light left, so the thing sealed underneath is probably unstable, and I wonder how much trouble that might cause."

Milan crouched down, picked up a bit of bone powder on her fingertip, and carefully sensed it for a moment while it was surrounded by a faint purple light. Then she frowned and shook her head: "Your guess should be right, but the arrangement is too chaotic. I can't figure out the pattern at all. I can't figure out what kind of sealing method it is for the time being. Let's write it down first and look it up after we get out. There's no use staring at it now."

"The most urgent thing is to find a way to get out of here," Rhodes nodded in agreement.

"But how do we get out now?" Don Quixote scratched his head, gripping his greatsword tightly, and suggested, "How about we just try smashing the door open? Forget about any restrictions, if we're strong enough, we can break it, right?"

"It's no use," Milan shook her head, directly rejecting her fantasy. "The magic-absorbing stone door will absorb the force of brute force. Even if you keep trying to crack it until tomorrow, you might not be able to make a single crack. Instead, you'll just make a bigger commotion and alert what's down there."

The three of them fell silent for a moment.

Everyone's attention was subconsciously focused on the only stone door, but the door was impassable, and the surrounding area was full of thick rock walls, making it seem as if they were trapped in a dead end.

Rod frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the stone door and the surrounding rock walls, pondering if there was any other way to break through, when suddenly his clothes were gently tugged.

Seeing their sudden silence, Lily, who was bored, looked at the craggy rock face above her head that protruded like bones and muttered softly, "If only these heavy stones could be moved."

"Um?"

A child's innocent words floated down, but Rod was suddenly jolted.

Everyone was fixated on the door that wouldn't open, neglecting the most basic thing.

The surrounding rock walls weren't very strong; they were only reinforced by the residual power of the magic array when the tomb was built. Now that the magic array has disappeared, the little bit of magical enhancement on the rock walls has probably dissipated as well.

"I've got it." Rhodes' eyes narrowed, and he stepped to the rock wall to the left of the stone gate. "How about we try blasting the rock wall open?"

He pressed himself against the cold rock wall, bent his knuckles, and tapped inch by inch along the rough stone surface, listening to the echoes to distinguish the thickness and solidity of the rock layers.

When the sound was tapped near the corner of the wall, it was noticeably hollow and brittle, much shallower than other places, clearly indicating that it was the weakest point on the entire rock wall.

Milan immediately realized what was happening and quickly caught up: "That's right, we're getting stuck on this! The restriction is only on the door, it's not carved on these rock walls!"

She conjured a wisp of purple light at her fingertip and probed it into the crack in the rock. After a moment of sensing, she nodded. "That's right! The magic residue in the rock layer is almost gone; it's just ordinary rock, and we can break it!"

The words had barely left his mouth when Don Quixote, unable to contain himself any longer, stepped forward, sword in hand, and declared, "Behold, this is mine!"

She lowered her stance, gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, channeled all her strength into her arms, and with a low shout, the heavy blade slammed into the weak spot in the rock wall with a whooshing sound.

With a muffled thud, stone chips flew everywhere, and several thick cracks immediately appeared on the rock wall, causing the entire rock layer to tremble slightly.

Just then, in the sealed tomb chamber, the air inside suddenly surged without warning, and the stagnant and stuffy air swirled and swept across the ground, rustling with fine bone powder and stone chips.

Rhodes released his fingertip, and the cyan-gold arrow, accompanied by a sharp whistle, pierced into the crevice. The exploding wind blades pried open the crack like wedges, and rubble fell down in a flurry. The once intact rock wall was now teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Retreat!" Milan shouted, and the purple light at the tip of her staff surged, forming a blazing fireball in her palm before hurtling towards the rock wall.

The fireball exploded with a deafening roar the moment it hit the rock strata. The intense heat, combined with the impact, spread outwards violently. The rock walls, already riddled with cracks, could no longer withstand the force and collapsed completely with a thunderous roar. Thick dust instantly filled half of the stone chamber.

As the dust slowly settled, a hole large enough for a person to bend over and pass through was revealed, and the faint sound of damp wind from the mine tunnel could be heard from outside.

"Cough cough cough————"

The group crawled into the cave one after another. The dampness and dusty smell of the mine tunnel hit them, and their vision suddenly went dark.

"I'll lead the way." Rhodes walked in front. The abandoned mine tunnels were crisscrossed, like a tangled spider web. Anyone else would probably get lost if they came in.

Fortunately, he always had a good sense of direction, and he was able to lead the group back to the route they had taken by remembering the corners they had come from, the natural cracks in the rock face, and the tiny marks he had left along the way.

Considering that Rhodes would lead the way, Don Quixote carried the greatsword and covered the rear.

I thought I would encounter many monsters running around along the way, so I gripped my sword tightly and stayed on guard. But after walking for a long time, although there were many traces left by monsters, I didn't see a single decent monster. Occasionally, I could see a few bats flying by in a panic.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Strange, it was cluttered everywhere when I came in, but it's so quiet now that I'm back."

Lily clung to Rhodes's clothes, half her face buried beside him, her wolf ears pressed against her head, only occasionally glancing curiously at her surroundings.

In her consciousness space, Alina looked at the smooth journey ahead and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought we'd have to fight our way out, but it went so smoothly."

Rod didn't respond, nor did he stop walking.

About half an hour later, the first light of day finally appeared ahead.

Once the group had completely emerged from the abandoned mine, the morning breeze, carrying the scent of grass and trees, blew over, dispelling the dust and chill from their bodies.

Without daring to linger, the group determined their direction and hurried along the forest path towards Jimu Village.