Eastern mythology system

Chapter 390 Strange Textures

Finally, York couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed to Long Aotian's side three times and two times.

"Boss, it's getting late, which channel do you think we should choose?"

Long Aotian looked back at him: "They all look similar, just choose one at random."

York was in a hurry, and couldn't help protesting: "How can you choose randomly? How can you choose randomly? If one chooses the wrong one, everyone will die."

"Then which one do you think you should choose?" Long Aotian didn't care, and threw the question back to him.

With his hands behind his back, York paced squarely, looking like a strategist.

"If it's the passages I arranged, the arrangement of this way of life, the first and last ones are definitely not, it's too easy for people to guess. For the same reason, neither is the one in the middle. The rest of the others are nothing special. Picking one of them seems too random. This..."

Long Aotian raised his eyebrows and helped him to conclude: "According to you, there is no way out here?"

"Uh..." York was also frightened by his own conclusion, this is related to his own life, it's not a joke.

"If it's up to me to choose, then, then I will choose the second one."

The thieves had no choice but to choose randomly.

In any case, even if you choose one at random, it is better than going nowhere.

Long Aotian nodded and said: "Okay, I understand."

After finishing speaking, he already took steps and walked forward.

York still didn't understand the situation, looking confused.

"What do you know?"

Franco walked past him and said calmly, "Brother Long means, just follow your idea, let's take the second passage."

"What?" York was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

"Don't mind me, I just said it casually..."

Daniel, Katie, Ram, and Franco's old friend Pique walked past him one by one, just looking at him strangely.

"I'm really just talking casually!"

It's a pity that everyone walked away, followed Long Aotian, and walked towards the second passage that York said.

The thief stood there blankly for a while, then let out a strange cry, and had no choice but to walk a few steps to keep up with his companions.

After the Linghu mercenary group left, not long after, the remaining mercenaries also quickly discussed the results, formed two joint troops again, each chose a passage, and left quickly.

For a while, all the mercenaries left cleanly.The hall, which was bustling and crowded just now, suddenly became lonely and calm.

The only thing left was the group of a dozen or so people who didn't look like mercenaries that Franco and the others had followed.

When everyone else left, they gathered together and looked at the leader, an old priest.

"Master Jurgen, they have all left."

The old man named Jurgen nodded, raised his long staff, and walked forward firmly.

"Very well, then we should go too."

It seemed that the old man just chose a passage at random.But looking at his demeanor and expression, there is always an illusion: he knows this place well, and everything is under his control.

……

In a passage that the mercenaries used to walk through, the stone doors at the front and back are tightly closed, and a silver fighter inside is slumped on the ground, cursing Escobar frantically.

"Damn Escobar, damn Tomahawk Mercenary Group, if I let Lao Tzu go out, I must make you look good!"

The Silver Fighter has been overwhelmed by anger and fear, and has not carefully measured the strength gap between himself and Escobar.

Of course, this is not important anymore.

"Swish..."

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the other end of the passage.The sound was like the sound of countless insects crawling, or the sound of some animal biting something.

The silver fighter who was slumped on the ground suddenly remembered something, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he almost jumped up.

Is it...

He had already anticipated what it was, but subconsciously, he was unwilling to choose to believe what he thought.

There was a soft click, as if something had broken.Immediately afterwards, the rustling voice quickly approached.

Gold-eating ants!
The silver fighter finally saw clearly those ants that had been magnified dozens of times, one after another, densely covering the entire ground, as if a metallic carpet had been conjured out of thin air.

Even if he knew in his heart that he might be doomed this time, but when the situation came to an end, who would stand by and wait for death, and kill at will.

what!
The Silver Fighter let out a loud roar, and the long knife came out in response, carrying silver-white grudges, and slashed towards the mighty gold-eating ants.

The strength of silver-level powerhouses should not be underestimated. Those ants came in a hurry, and there was no time to dodge. The wave that ran to the front was immediately chopped off by the sharp knife light.

There was no trace of joy on the silver fighter's face, just because he clearly saw that those gold-eating ants that flew out fell far on the ground, except for a few that were chopped into two pieces, the others turned over and turned around again. He got up and joined the endlessly running ant colony.

The silver fighter's full-strength attack has achieved such a small effect.

He was shocked and angry, but he could no longer have other thoughts, and he had no other choice.The Silver Fighter pushed his fighting spirit to the extreme, and used all his tricks and cards, no longer caring about hiding them.

The silver fighter is a desperate struggle, and the gold-eating ants are driven by instinct, but they really don't know what death is, let alone fear.It's just going forward one after another, one after another towards the goal in front of you.

In terms of individual strength alone, this group of gold-eating ants is far from being the opponent of the silver fighter, and their hard shells cannot withstand the full blow of the silver fighter.The attack power is the weakest link, and it can barely reach the level of a black iron fighter.

However, in the face of absolute quantity, all weaknesses are covered up.

Gold-eating ants are not afraid of death, and they don't seem to be afraid of getting tired.But Silver Fighter can't, his Silver Fighting Qi is powerful, but it's not endless.After fighting qi, his physical strength is also not enough to support endless battles.

at last……

"Escobar, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go! Ah..."

With endless resentment and unwillingness, the silver fighter fell down.On his neck, the hard and sharp limbs of a gold-eating ant pierced deeply into the flesh, and its terrifying mouthparts bit his aorta.

Immediately, hot blood spurted out, and sprinkled on the gold-eating ants that had already spread all over his body, as well as on the ground.

Suddenly, the Silver Warrior's eyes, which had already begun to dim, opened wide, with fear and disbelief radiating from them.

He clearly saw that when his own blood was sprinkled on the gold-eating ants, complex and mysterious lines appeared on their metal-like hard shells.Those mysterious lines changed from dark to bright, and the mottled blood seemed to be absorbed, disappearing between the eyes.

The gold-eating ants that gnawed at the flesh and blood on their own bodies also showed the same mysterious lines, and they were brighter and brighter.

It was as if it was his own flesh and blood, turning into the bright energy of the mysterious lines.

The gold-eating ants were eating faster and faster, and the lines on their backs became brighter and brighter.Finally, a gold-eating ant seemed to be full, loosened its six limbs, and fell from the silver fighter to the ground.

An unexpected scene happened.

That bulging gold-eating ant with an extremely hard shell, when it touched the soil on the ground, it was like an ice cube falling on a red-hot iron plate, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and seeping into the ground.

Immediately, profound and complex lines appeared on the ground, exactly the same as those on the gold-eating ants' shells.

As the full gold-eating ants fell down and merged into the ground, the lines became clearer and their range expanded.Looking at the momentum, it seems that this mysterious pattern is going to be painted on the entire vast ground.

This is clearly a huge magic circle!

It's a pity that the silver fighter who contributed everything to light up the magic circle can no longer see that scene.

"This is not a normal gold-eating ants...it's a trap..."

There was one last thought in the Silver Warrior's mind, and he fell into eternal darkness.

(End of this chapter)