Chapter 562 Underwater Island (10,000)

Curse of doom.

Agnes possessed the power inherited from the god of plague and disaster. In Ron's eyes, the curse of doom was even considered one of the most terrible and cruel powers in the world.

On the surface, the curse of doom did not have any direct killing power. Even if the target was hit by the curse of doom, the target would not lose a piece of flesh or a drop of blood, and would still look alive and well.

But after that, the unlucky person who was hit by the curse of doom would know what cruelty was.

Doom would always be around you.

When walking on the road, you might accidentally step on dog shit, a flower pot might fall on your head and hit your forehead, you might trip over your left foot and fall down, you might get stuck in your teeth when drinking cold water, and you might even hit your heels when farting.

If you are in a combat state, then congratulations, you will understand more deeply what doom is.

It was a rusty, blunt knife that could have cut your skin just right. Unfortunately, the tattered blade was still stained with tetanus.

Just like Kurud now, he was extremely unlucky.

He was knocked unconscious by a boulder that fell from his head, and then tripped by a stone on the ground. He wanted to fight back, but a small stone hit his mouth, which directly stuck Kurud's voice in his throat, and he could no longer make it.

Without control, the flock of crows flew randomly in the sky, a mess.

The noisy sounds mixed together, which only made people have a splitting headache.

At this moment, two long spears suddenly pierced from below, and the sharp spear heads hit two real crows straight... Not the crows that were born in the gray fog later, but the crows that accompanied Kurud from beginning to end.

The uncontrolled crows just fluttered in the air randomly, without the ability to dodge the spears. The two spear tips pierced the crows almost at the same time and hung on the spears. Immediately, Niafu and Philomena shook their hands lightly, and the bodies of the two crows were instantly shattered.

Two blank spaces suddenly appeared in the overwhelming crows.

Feeling the death of the crows, Kurud was furious and suddenly jumped up from the ground. As a result, this action was perfect and just right. He just opened his mouth and didn't even have time to utter a syllable.

A long sword flashing with milky white light appeared out of thin air in front of Kurud.

At first glance, the scene even gave people the illusion that Kurud took the initiative to meet the sword tip and wanted to bite the sword tip with his teeth.

The Holy Sword of Dawn.

The forbidden spell of Dawn.

Kurud's hard body was as fragile as tofu dregs in front of the magic of Dawn, and it was vulnerable.

Several teeth were broken by the Dawn Holy Sword, and then the long sword formed by the pure Dawn energy mercilessly cut off Kurd's tongue and pierced Kurd's head.

Under the strong impact, the holy sword flew back with Kurd's body, and with a puff, the long sword pierced through the wall, and Kurd's body was nailed to the wall.

But even so, Kurd still did not die.

For Kurd, who could not feel any pain at all, this injury was no different from non-existence.

His arms were still supporting the wall, allowing the skull and the holy sword to rub against each other, making a sizzling sound that made people's teeth ache.

Irelia was still panting heavily. Although her strength had improved, it was still a big test for her to prepare a forbidden spell in such a short time.

There were dense beads of sweat on her pretty little face.

However, there was no trace of fatigue in Irelia's eyes, only excitement and impulse.

After so many years, she finally had the ability to stand beside Ron and fight side by side with him. At this moment, Irelia felt extremely happy.

"Explode."

With Irelia's voice, the Dawn Sword poking into Kurud's head exploded.

In an instant, Kurud's head seemed to have turned into a glass lamp, and silver-white light burst out from Kurud's head, and the whole head was riddled with holes.

After two seconds, the head could no longer support it and exploded, leaving only a headless corpse in front of him. A stream of blood gushed out from the broken neck, and the ground was stained with large patches of scarlet, and a strong stench was emitted all around.

The head was gone, but Kurud was still alive.

His hands were still stretched forward, as if he wanted to continue to control the crows to attack.

But at this moment, a sword light suddenly whizzed over, the silver-white sword light was extremely sharp, and with a swish, the sword light cut through Kurud's arms, almost without any pause, Kurud's arms were cut off in an instant.

Dawn, judgment.

It was a highly compressed judgment.

Ron finally made a move.

After losing his arms, before Kurud's next round of attack, Ron waved his hands, and another sword light whizzed over. This time, the sword light directly tore through vertically, directly splitting Kurud from the neck to the lower abdomen neatly into two halves.

The highly strengthened body tempered by the repairman may make Kurud completely immune to all physical attacks, wind, fire, water, earth, thunder and lightning, but he has no resistance to the magic of the dawn system.

In addition to the characteristics of the corpse puppet, the dawn system magic even has a damage bonus effect.

The head was blown off, the two arms were cut off, and the body was cut into two halves. At this point, the God's Agent Kurud had basically been dismantled into pieces.

As a corpse puppet fell into such a situation, it was basically declared dead.

With Kurud's death, circles of fluctuations appeared on Bai Lan's body behind him. As a cloud of mist spread, Bai Lan's figure was wrapped in hazy mist. When the mist dissipated, Bai Lan, who had completely recovered to normal, reappeared in front of everyone.

Looking at the scattered corpses on the ground, Bai Lan was still frightened.

She knew that this was a monster that was more difficult to deal with than the evil spirit Cassio. At least, for practitioners outside the Dawn System, the difficulty was much more exaggerated than the evil spirit.

Fortunately, there were many people entering the Wilderness Temple this time, and there was a care before and after, otherwise, I am afraid that I would really become a puppet controlled by Kurud.

After completely destroying Kurud, everyone took a short break, readjusted their states, and made sure that their bodies were ready to fight at all times before continuing to set off.

However, this time, Ron would not allow Bai Lan to continue to lead the charge.

Although Bai Lan had obtained the inheritance of the God of Wilderness, he was ultimately unable to take that step.

Not every time you encounter danger, you can be as lucky as this time.

This time, Ron walked in front.

Ron thought that he had thick skin and strong resistance, so he should not die easily. As long as he had a breath, Ostara's heart could pull his life back.

Moreover, even if he really died, he was not afraid, because he had four substitute dolls on his body, which could save his life in critical moments.

Behind the mausoleum, there was still a long corridor.

There were no icicle torches to illuminate the two sides of the corridor, which seemed extremely dark.

Although fighting in the dark is not a difficult thing for everyone on the scene, it is not too much to be careful in such a special place. A white ball of light was dragged in the palm of Irelia's hand, and the milky white light dispelled the darkness around.

I don't know if it was Ron's illusion. After crossing the entrance of the mausoleum and really entering the tomb of the gods, I always felt that the ground under my feet was shaking. My body sometimes flew high and sometimes moved sideways, as if I was floating on the ocean of doomsday on a boat.

Click, click, click.

The slightly messy footsteps echoed in the passage.

Ron looked ahead calmly. The passage looked very long and there was no end in sight, but at this time, Ron showed extraordinary patience.

I don't know how long it took to move forward, and the violently shaking ground finally calmed down.

At this time, some black outlines finally appeared in front.

Ron stared at those black traces for a long time. As the distance got closer, the outline gradually became clear, outlining an island of not too small an area.

Island?

When they saw the scene clearly, almost everyone made a slight sound of surprise.

No one could have imagined that entering from the entrance of the mausoleum would lead to an island.

You know, they were in the glacier of the Far North. There was thick ice for hundreds of miles around this place. The ocean was completely covered. There were icebergs, but islands... It was hard to imagine.

Could it be that the violently shaking passage they had passed through before was actually some kind of space transfer device?

When they stepped into that passage, they had already transferred to another place silently?

This was the thought that subconsciously emerged in Ron's mind.

Just looking at it, Ron gradually dispelled this idea. On the island in front of him, there were dark green plants growing one after another, towering high, and the treetops were like a canopy, covering the ground.

There was no bright moon or scorching sun on the island.

It was gray, as if covered by a layer of mist.

Looking above the island, you can clearly see a layer of gray and white things, like a sky curtain, hanging over the island.

Looking to both sides again, Ron's lips twitched slightly. He could see the light blue sea water, flowing slowly... This island is underwater.

I have to say, this is really a very wonderful landscape.

The gray sky above his head is the thick ice layer on the glacier.

Who would have thought that there would be a huge island under this ice.

The slowly flowing sea water washed the edge of the island, but was blocked by a completely transparent barrier. If it were not for the abnormal ocean current caused by the surging sea water, the existence of the barrier would not even be detected.

The passage of the mausoleum formed a wonderful connection with the island.

As the coastline came into view, Ron took a step forward. When passing through that layer of boundary, Ron had a wonderful feeling as if he was passing through some kind of viscous semi-fluid.

Ron did not rush to go deeper, and stayed where he was cautiously.

He could clearly feel that there was soft white sand under his feet, and there was even a fiddler crab that had just crawled out of its nest, holding his boots with its big claws.

Behind him, figures gradually appeared, seeming to marvel at the magic of the island.

A few seconds later, Ron looked up at the highest point of the island. The island was covered with a faint, distorted black, making it difficult for him to see what the scenery in the depths of the island was like. In the haze, Ron felt that he was being watched by someone.

"Bai Lan, have you been here before?"

Ron's voice, like ripples on the sea, slowly spread out, breaking the tranquility of the scene.

Bai Lan immediately shook his head: "Never before."

"Heh..."

Ron smiled slightly: "It seems that we are lucky and have been invited by a certain existence. In this case, there is no need for us to be hypocritical. Let's go."

Spreading his arms and moving his body a little, Ron walked forward, his boots left a row of clear footprints on the soft white sand. Crossing the beach, Ron followed a path that seemed to be deliberately opened up and entered the dark green forest.

When on the beach, you can still see some shells, crabs and other creatures, but after entering the forest, the whole atmosphere changed.

There are no birds singing, no beasts roaring, no lizards and insects crawling in the forest. It is as quiet as a dead zone, and time seems to be frozen here.

But, at least once, this place should be very lively.

In the surrounding forests, traces of the battle can be clearly seen.

Burnt leaves, severed tree trunks, cracked earth... the air seemed to still have a bloody smell.

Ron suddenly stopped after taking a few steps. Just as he was about to put his right foot down, he found a fallen leaf under his boot, with some dark brown marks on it.

Picking up the fallen leaf, Ron sniffed it and knew it was the smell of blood.

It had not yet completely solidified, and it seemed that the blood had been spilled only an hour or two ago.

Looking to the left, he could see a broken long sword, and not far from the long sword, he could also see a magic wand and a long bow with a broken bowstring.

Just from these strange marks, it can be judged that there should have been many living creatures here not long ago, but now, Ron felt as if he was walking through an unmanned cemetery.

An inexplicable gloom was suppressed in his heart.

If it were a weak-minded practitioner, he would probably be in a state of mental tension now. The heavy pressure might cause his spirit to collapse, and he would be on the verge of going crazy, and then end his life in intense fear and despair.

But Ron is not an ordinary person after all. His expression did not change much, and he seemed to be accustomed to moving forward in such danger and weirdness.

Speaking of which, he really experienced a lot of dangers, including the black beast, the young god, the Temple of Twilight, the underground palace of the Andre family, the weird town in the Forest of Elves... He even faced the real evil god, although it was only the weakest evil god.

But these experiences gave Ron a strong enough will, and his spirit would never collapse easily.

"This place is a bit weird, follow me, don't separate." Ron said.

However, after he said it, he did not get a response.

Ron's heart trembled slightly, and he had some bad premonitions.

His throat moved slightly, and the next second, he turned around suddenly, and then the expression on Ron's face changed completely.

Just behind him, there was no one!

Chapter 2 is here