Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

"...So, according to the information we have so far, the dancer's target is most likely an underground creature." Wang Gulas concluded.

It is still the discussion hall, but except for him, everyone else appears in the form of phantom images, and they still have tasks to do at this time.

"That doesn't sound like good news."

Mu sighed softly. As an elf, her character is the mildest among all the members of the Council of Elders.

Oblivion Cultist's presence means fighting, and she doesn't like seeing blood and death.

"It seems that his goal is the dwarf mine, unless these Obliteration Cultists will make their own holes." The giant axe touched his beard.

His background is a yellow-brown stone wall, which should be an underground mine.

"Indeed." Mu nodded lightly, "and the core of the underground creatures discovered earlier is the closest to the dwarves of your clan with the axe. If the Annihilation Cultists want to save time, they will most likely choose there."

"It's alright, I've got those little brats to lift their spirits recently, and with Elizabeth's help, it's definitely alright." Wang Gulas looked confident.

Elizabeth is still wearing a black robe, and her location should be another area of ​​the mine.

Ruo Ye stood behind, quietly and calmly, and always fulfilled the role of the housekeeper.

Occasionally, a Soul Eater shrouded in black mist, holding a giant sickle, or a death knight riding a dark blue warhorse, with a body that is no different from a skeleton, passed by, making a cold sound.

Compared to the size of the entire underground mine, the number of dwarves is obviously insufficient.

The underground mines are expanding all the time, and even the oldest dwarves can't figure out their exact size.

How deep are those criss-crossing mine caves, and where do they lead.

Not to mention the abandoned and accident-damaged mines over the years.

Relying on dwarves alone, it is obviously unrealistic to prevent the intrusion of Oblivion Cultists.

Besides, dwarves are all neurotic guys, and even if those high-level undead with their own thoughts appear, they will not cause panic.

"Koya, is there anything unusual?"

Wang Gulas turned his attention to Keya, and the beams of magic power connected to his body, which looked like the core of the circuit board, and the whirring sound of cooling wind never stopped.

"All magic fluctuations are within the normal range."

Keya's mouth didn't move, but his voice entered everyone's ears, "There has been no unregistered magic surge yet."

The City of Steel has strict controls on magic during the city festival.

Any supernatural things must be graded before they can be used. If you do not register, you will receive a door-to-door service from the city guards within a few minutes and get a fine package.

If they refuse to accept it, and the resistance has serious consequences, the City Guard has the right to impose force sanctions.

After all, the City of Steel is a multi-racial city.

Compared with ordinary human empires, the folk customs here are quite aggressive, and there are not so many situations where people with power can do whatever they want.

"I hope everything goes well." Mu clasped his hands on his chest and prayed to the gods.

"I feel that every time you say this, Mu, something big will happen, meow." Tasha looked at Mu, and seemed to remember something that happened in the past.

Mu's expression froze slightly, as if a little embarrassed.

"Cough, let's end the conversation this time." Wang Gulas coughed softly and brought the topic back to the right track, "If you encounter an emergency, remember to contact other people, and don't pay attention to those gentlemen in the face of the annihilation cultists. Now, it's the right issue to solve it quickly."

…

Darkness, silence, like an abyss where the sun cannot be seen.

rustling…

It sounded as if some kind of soft-bodied creature was crawling from the depths of the darkness.

The earth and rocks rolled and shattered, and some creatures fell to the ground, making a dull crashing sound.

"Cough cough."

The doctor stood up, coughed twice, and looked at the environment he was in - an abandoned mine.

The messy gravel is scattered everywhere, and the original spar embedded in the stone wall exudes light and dark light, barely able to illuminate the environment.

Desolate and dilapidated, it seems that no one has visited for a long time, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the ground.

After finishing the communication with the dancer, he has been digging the passage to the underground.

The entire city of steel is under strict surveillance. If he doesn't want to expose his extraordinary power, he must not use it. He dug here with his own physical strength.

The body was on the verge of collapse, and after experiencing such strenuous activities, the doctor felt that if there were no bandages wrapped around the body, it should have fallen apart.

He simply judged the direction and walked forward.

In the dark and quiet environment, people can always ignore the passage of time. After an unknown amount of time, the doctor feels that he has left the abandoned area.

The surrounding environment became much cleaner and tidy, and the magic inscriptions engraved on the walls exuded a faint gleaming white brilliance.

The doctor suddenly stopped, his body twisted in an incredible way, hiding in a crack that ordinary people couldn't get into.

A few seconds later, a black figure floating in the air appeared at the corner of the mine.

The tattered black robe, the huge sickle that is more than two meters long, and under the black hood is a pleasant blue soul fire. The breath of death has even lowered the temperature of the air a lot, and a layer of condensation has formed on the surface of the stone. Hoarfrost.

Soul Eater, high-level undead, with strength enough to rival the legendary powerhouse.

Now he seems to have sensed something, the pair of pupils turned from the fire of the soul is constantly looking around, and then quietly leaves after a long time.

It took a few more minutes for the doctor to get out of the crack.

The joints all over the body returned to their normal form after a strange squirming.

"Damn!"

He cursed in a low voice.

If it weren't for his current state that is almost the same as death, he would definitely be discovered directly.

Under normal circumstances, it is obviously impossible to have Soul Eaters in underground mines. Although these high-level undead can control their hatred of the living, long-term suppression can easily lead to serious consequences.

So don't think too much about the reason, it's just to stop him.

"Got you…"

The faint voice came from behind, and the cold air even tore a gap in the space.

At this critical moment, the doctor's body was bent sideways at an absolutely unreasonable angle, avoiding the sickle that fell from behind.

He looked behind him, and the Soul Eater, who was supposed to leave, appeared there at an unknown time. The neighing of the fierce horses came from the other side, and the death knight holding the great sword was surrounded from the other side, empty. The armor burned with a cold blue flame.

The doctor's expression suddenly became serious - if he had one.