Huh? Are they all real?...

At the same time, they all leaped into the air and instinctively sprayed colorful poisonous mist at the group of ignorant humans in front of them.

"what?!"

"what--!"

Those who rushed forward the fastest were clearly in for a bad time.

This time, the poisonous fog is not a minor nuisance like the poisonous pool at our feet; it is a deadly poison that will cause flesh to rot instantly upon contact.

In the blink of an eye, they collapsed to the ground, crying out, and could only writhe and wail in the poisonous pool, clutching their festering flesh.

But their sacrifice was not in vain, because it allowed later generations to master the fighting methods of these highly poisonous frogs.

They're just a bunch of ordinary wild beasts; you can easily avoid their poisonous mist by carefully avoiding the direction they jump.

Using this opportunity, the second group of tomb raiders, almost all of them putting on a spectacular show of dodging, easily sliced ​​through the skin of those highly poisonous frogs with their sharp blades.

Feeling the smooth, exhilarating sensation of the sharp blade cutting through flesh, they couldn't help but shout with delight.

"I thought it would be invulnerable to swords and spears!"

"Hahaha, that's all!"

"Is this the feast you've prepared for us? It's all garbage!"

"Trash, hahaha!"

Amidst their shouts, only one tomb raider, who glanced back out of unease, displayed a completely opposite expression of terror.

Because after those dead frogs fell to the ground, their corpses inexplicably began to swell wildly.

It looks just like it.

"Run!"

Unfortunately, he had only shouted this one sentence when the frog corpses exploded.

The explosion itself wasn't particularly powerful; what was truly deadly was their flesh and blood, which were even more toxic than the poisonous fog.

It's almost certain that if you touch it, you'll die; if you get touched, you'll be crippled.

Look, another large group of brothers have arrived.

Several lucky individuals, including the group leader, were almost stunned on the spot.

There were so many people just a moment ago, how come there are only a few of us left in the blink of an eye?

A moment later, they all frantically checked their bodies to see if they had been affected by the blast wave.

After discovering that they were truly unharmed, they didn't even have time to feel the immense relief of surviving a disaster.

As the explosion rang out, more and more frogs jumped out from all directions and frantically swarmed towards them.

"Run! Run! Run!"

The regimental commander felt a chill run down his spine and his feet seemed to fly.

Before long, he, who had rushed to the back of the line, rushed back to the front.

The others also hurriedly followed suit.

Fortunately, the highly poisonous frogs were some distance away, so they managed to reach the gate before the frogs caught up.

The fastest-running commander saw the dark red admonition in front of the gate from afar.

This made him feel uneasy.

But he dared not stop, so he pretended not to see the advice, stepped over it, and then crashed into the door.

The door didn't move at all.

Even if the people behind him also rammed into him with their bodies, the result would be the same.

The tightly closed door seemed to have taken root!

Looking at the tightly closed gate and the ever-approaching swarm of frogs, the commander had no choice but to place his last hope on that piece of advice.

At least in offering advice, the master of this labyrinth has always been honest.

Maybe there's hope?

But it would have been better if he hadn't looked. Once he did, he was so angry he almost lost his temper.

Because the advice stated—the door cannot be opened from this side!

A simple statement of the facts caused them all to cough up blood.

The brightly lit gate, just a few steps away, is designed to entice you to come closer. To lower your guard, a few dangerous but manageable frogs have been placed there to distract you.

When you finally arrive at this gate, you'll be surprised to find that you've been tricked from the very beginning!

They were eager to greet the owner of the maze, but more and more frogs were getting closer.

They could only swallow their heartfelt greetings and run off to the other side.

As they ran, they saw something even more infuriating—after turning the corner, they saw an even larger pool of poison, and three identical gates located in three directions around this large pool!

"Again?!"

This time, the leader really wanted to start cursing, but the slapping sounds from the frogs behind him made him stop all thoughts and continue his frantic run.

Even though his tongue was bitten and bleeding from the hasty retraction, he didn't care at all.

He could only run away with his mouth full of blood, pointing angrily at the maze and stammering.

An hour later, the battalion commander, covered in foul-smelling mud, finally found the right place and slammed open the half-closed door.

The commander, who had rolled several times on the ground before finally stopping, hurriedly got up without even catching his breath and slammed the door shut before the swarm of poisonous frogs rushed over.

After locking the door, he collapsed, utterly exhausted, against the closed door.

"Boss?! Boss, you're here?!"

"Great! We've found the boss!"

The battalion commander, who had just slumped down, looked in astonishment at what lay before him.

Two equally disheveled tomb raiders greeted their companions with delight.

They were members of the group who had fled from other places after being attacked by the little devils.

Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, they actually met their leader here.

"Boss, how are you?"

All his years of hard work paid off at this moment. The tomb raiders, who had just been lying on the ground in a chaotic mess, were suddenly invigorated when they saw him.

I felt that everything was settled.

But seeing their disheveled appearance, the regimental commander felt increasingly uneasy.

After being helped to a crossroads by two group members.

Seeing the group members lying or standing all over the road, he felt a chill in his heart and quickly pointed straight ahead, saying:

"What's up here, up ahead?"

Upon hearing this, one of the group members immediately cried out:

"Boss, you have no idea! There was a perfectly normal-looking hall up there, but as soon as we stepped onto it, the floor turned into an elevator and sent us all flying up in a flash!"

"Damn it, the roof was covered in spikes! More than a hundred brothers were all skewered in the blink of an eye!"

"Luckily we seized the opportunity and managed to run over, but even so, only a few of us made it across."

After he finished speaking, the commander, looking ahead, saw that the hall, which had been perfectly normal just moments before, had suddenly been raised up.

After the hall floor, which had been transformed into an elevator, slowly descended, he saw several members' corpses fall from the ceiling.

Look at those corpses that were skewered before they were smashed into a bloody pulp.

The guild leader, his lips twitching uncontrollably, hurriedly pointed to the left and asked:

"What about here?"

As soon as he spoke, the black men lying on the ground immediately shouted:

"We can't go this way, boss. There's a fire-breathing tower on the ground ahead. It'll start breathing fire as soon as someone walks over it!"

"And there's no pattern to it. It's not just a matter of luck if you try to get through, but the key thing is that it also changes the direction of its flames by rising and falling!"

As if to prove his words, as soon as he finished speaking, a pillar of fire that almost covered the entire passage shot out from the corner on the left.

The regimental commander's face turned pale and then flushed from the heat.

Left with no other choice, he could only grit his teeth and look towards the very right:

"Then, what about this side? Is it also a dead end?"

Upon hearing this, the orc who had been spotted by the leader leaning against the right-hand passage sneered:

"This side is simple. There's only a log bridge here, and there are a few fixed-speed pendulum swings and hacking axes on the bridge."

This immediately gave the regimental commander hope:

"Okay, let's go this way then. Let's rest for a bit, and then we'll cross over from here in a little while!"

Before he could finish speaking, another member of the group who had also escaped from this side couldn't help but say:

"Boss, it's true that there's only one simple log bridge over here, but there are little devils blowing poison darts on both sides of the bridge!"

Upon hearing this, the commander's face immediately contorted in disgust, and he said:

"What? A little devil that blows poison darts? Isn't it made of bronze? It can blow darts?"

I could only stammer:

"Yes, that's right, boss."

The regimental commander immediately knelt on the ground and cried out:

"Who on earth designed this?!"

Did this guy lack love when he was a child?

Otherwise, how could they design such a twisted and vicious thing!

Once the group leader had calmed down somewhat, the remaining members tentatively asked:

"Boss, we can't go any further from these three sides, so what about the side you came from?"

The regimental commander shook his head and said:

"Over there is a poison pool and a bunch of frogs that can self-destruct and spit poison. The key thing is, there is no exit over there, only three locked doors."

As he spoke, he laughed in a self-deprecating manner:

"Heh, give up. That bastard didn't give us a way out; he just wants us to die here!"

But his bandmates looked behind them with subtle expressions.

Noticing the change in atmosphere, the leader followed their gaze and saw the answer—a lever that looked like a switch!

After a long pause, the group leader, amidst the expectations of his members, stepped forward hesitantly and shakily pulled the lever.

A dull thud of gears turning rang out.

Those who hadn't noticed any change found a new admonition before the lever: "A heavy door somewhere has been opened."

Suddenly, everyone's expression changed, and they all looked in the direction they had come from.

Just like their leader, they also remembered encountering doors on their way here that couldn't be opened from this side.

Now, the only hope has appeared, but it requires them to gamble on another life-or-death journey.

This was never a truly dead end or a dead end, but it was far more agonizing than that.

Because the real deadly poison is hope!

Chapter 382 The Church of Steelheart (4k)

Looking at the ancient white jade in front of me.

Moen, who was standing in front of the ruins, couldn't help but pause.

The White Wall, where he, as Erenian Gilgalard, challenged the heavens and reclaimed the stars for humanity.