Urban Evil Suppression: Incorporating the Stone Hard Template

Upon arriving at the main burial chamber, August and his party merely glanced around.

They immediately spotted the disheveled figures of Valen and his three companions huddled in a dark corner.

Especially the leader, Valen, and another of his men, were almost entirely covered in blood.

Although the bloodstains had long since congealed, one can imagine that...

What kind of terrible experiences did these two people encounter in the real ancient tomb?

"Your Grace?" Valen reacted quickly, spotting August immediately.

He looked exactly like a stray dog ​​that had gotten lost and then reunited with its owner.

She looked incredibly aggrieved, her eyes brimming with tears, leaving August completely bewildered.

He then staggered to his feet from the corner and rushed straight toward August.

She knelt down half a meter away from him, sobbing as she recounted everything that had happened to her.

"Shut up!" August grew increasingly furious, the veins on his forehead bulging.

His blood-red eyes were filled with cold indifference, exuding a vast and oppressive aura.

It hurtled straight at Valen, who was kneeling before it, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

"I sent you here to investigate, but what exactly are you doing?"

Not only did the mission fail, but he also ended up looking like this?

Now... you actually have the nerve to come here and whine to me? You really deserve to die!

Valen was crushed by this raging pressure, his entire body almost pressed against the ground.

Especially the blood in their bodies, which seemed to freeze at this moment, yet they dared not utter another sound.

His forehead pressed firmly against the cold ground, awaiting the final verdict,

Serafina, who was standing nearby, stepped forward and spoke up to help him out of the predicament:

"Alright, Your Grace! Things have come to this point, there's no point in killing him now."

Judging from the Valencia team's experience, I have every reason to suspect that someone is pulling strings behind the scenes.

August's chest heaved violently, but he was swayed by Serafina's words:

Forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, his voice was as cold as an icy pool:

"You mean the people from China have laid a trap inside, ready to wipe us out in one fell swoop?"

Serafina gripped the sword at her waist, her gaze warily fixed on the dark entrance to the ancient tomb.

"If nothing unexpected happens, that should be it!"

August fell silent, and in doing so, he calmed down.

He waved for Valen to roll aside and began to analyze the seriousness of the situation and weigh the pros and cons!

Upon seeing the Duke's waving gesture, Valen felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

They scrambled to their feet, as if afraid August would change his mind.

He staggered back to the corner, where he huddled together with his three other men, trembling with fear.

August scanned the main burial chamber of the suspected tomb, finally fixing his gaze on the entrance:

"Roderick, you stay here to provide support. Serafina and I will lead the team down."

"Your Majesty the Duke..."

"That's an order, Roderick! If you disagree, you can fight Serafina!"

"I don't care, Your Grace!" Serafina swung her longsword.

He stared at Roderick with a broad smile, his eyes gleaming with passion.

Roderick shrank back and reluctantly accepted the order!

A fight is out of the question, even if it means being utterly humiliated or beaten to death.

He didn't want to deal with this thorny rose anymore; the psychological pressure was just too much.

As soon as he compromised, August immediately looked at the viscounts in the group:

"Those whose strength is below that of an earl will all be here with Roderick to provide backup."

As for the rest of you, rest for ten minutes, and then you'll all come with me down into the tomb!

"yes!"

The muffled responses, remarkably orderly, echoed throughout the main burial chamber.

As expected, the unlucky Valen was summoned by August again.

They inquired in detail about the true situation inside the ancient tomb, especially focusing on the restriction that could suppress power.

Finally, after a series of gibberish exchanges, Valen nodded sadly.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will likely be used as a scout once again during this tomb raiding expedition.

But could he refuse? No!

The previous reconnaissance mission had already failed once; if they dared to refuse this time...

Even if he manages to return safely, he will still be subjected to torture!

The punishments of the vampires are not something ordinary people can endure; he would rather die on the way to the front lines...

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and Valen, on the verge of tears, led his three unfortunate companions on a journey of no return.

Not long after he went down, August sensed the power of the restriction that Valen had mentioned.

It's like an invisible net, covering the entire downward passage of the ancient tomb.

The further in you go, the more intense the suppression of your power becomes.

Fortunately, this suppressive force was not without limits, and it stopped after suppressing him by more than 30%.

August frowned, then looked at Serafina:

"What a powerful restriction! Even I, the Duke, am suppressed. Serafina... how are you?"

Serafina raised her head, her expression extremely grim: "My strength has been suppressed by more than forty percent!"

"I'm being suppressed by more than 30%!" August's expression wasn't much better than Serafina's.

He then looked at his subordinates beside him: "And you? How much of your strength has been suppressed?"

The high-ranking vampires felt their originally formidable strength being continuously suppressed.

Their expressions were all very unnatural, showing fear, panic, and helplessness.

Upon hearing Duke August's question, they immediately replied:

"Your Grace, I...I've been suppressed by nearly 70%!"

"Mine is a little over 70%."

"I was suppressed by more than 60%!"

"I...I'm about 80%..."

……

As his subordinates reported one by one, August's expression grew increasingly grim.

After personally experiencing the terrifying power of the restriction, all anger at the failure of the Valen mission vanished.

Serafina walked to his side, her hand gripping the sword unconsciously tightening slightly:

"Your Grace! Shall we go down?"

August sensed the deeper meaning in her words, and a look of worry appeared on his face.

"Serafina, what are you trying to say?"

"I want to say... if we continue like this, it will be extremely dangerous. The suppressive power of this restriction is too strong!"

Serafina felt the dim, blood-red light flowing from the longsword in her hand and said with concern:

"If this restriction is a defensive mechanism set up by the ancient tomb itself, then that's fine."

But... if this was orchestrated by the Shenzhou Special Affairs Bureau, and we continue down this path...

"Leaving aside whether we can obtain the Qilin Jade, it's likely everyone will be trapped here."