Chapter 126 Heading Towards the Nest

There is a significant and profound difference between a world that has been rebuilt and a world that has been forgotten.

The faceless figure in the portrait disappeared, and the mirror behind it cast a long shadow. When people moved the portrait away, the shadow flipped over and disappeared. Does this foreshadow the coming revenge?

"Are you all ready? Everyone, we are facing the Demon Pillar. Once we enter this mirror, there is no turning back."

Irenshere seemed unharmed; his moldy cloak was torn by rusty iron, and his face appeared remarkably resolute in the soft light.

“A little bit of a challenge, and besides, we’ve already dealt with a Demon Pillar before,” Billis said.

As usual, Irenshere's demeanor made it difficult to discern his next move, but one thing he didn't want to be misunderstood as someone who was inarticulate.

After everyone had finished packing their equipment, Irenshere led the way into the mirror.

A milky-white insect waited at the exit. Although it was only a few centimeters long, it flew very fast, as if it were being chased by something.

A chilling sound seemed to come from nowhere. Because of the eerie reflection, it was difficult to see what kind of creature was crouching nearby, or what was flying overhead.

Billis was panting heavily. Although he had been to the Old City before, this time it felt noticeably different. There was a lack of oxygen in the air, and it seemed that someone had made the Old City fly higher than usual.

The sky was gloomy and filled with large, dark clouds. The clouds seemed to be a thousand horses galloping in from all directions, and a vortex was drawing them all toward one place.

The exit of the mirror is a long section of cover. The path forward is not complicated. There is a small lake in the middle, and the water is frozen. They can walk on the ice to move forward.

Around the frozen lake are several rather strange trees. The trees look as if they have been felled, with branches and trunks of the same thickness. The trunks are naturally tilted. Nearby are some silvery-gray minerals, most of which are still buried underground, with only the tips of the minerals protruding above the surface.

It is clear that this is indeed part of Hyperion.

They followed the road into a wide underground tunnel, which contained three unidentified caves. The two on the left and right were relatively small, while the one in the middle was larger. The middle cave emitted an eerie white light, while the two caves on the left and right were pitch black.

Irenshere, as the leader, considered for a moment, and finally asked helplessly, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to roll the dice."

Upon hearing this, Billis immediately became displeased: "Hey, aren't you our guide?"

"When did I become your guide?"

"Then why did you follow me?"

Why can't I come along?

Just as the two men were about to start arguing, a gust of wind passed by, kicking up a cloud of dust. The whole thing happened in the blink of an eye.

The gust of wind separated the two fighting men.

“This way,” White said, standing there with focused eyes that shone as he pointed to the left.

"Hey, when did you get here?"

"Don't forget, I'm a thief."

"Then, Mr. Thief, how do I know you won't try to deceive us again like last time?"

"I don't expect you to believe me, but there's one thing I have to say upfront: I participated in the Old City mission. Mora was the one we found; back then, he was still a mummy lying in a coffin."

"Why not choose the middle?" Lisa asked.

"That's the phosphorescence of the bones."

How did you know?

“I know every passageway here.”

Lisa nodded in satisfaction and walked to the front: "I believe him."

"Since Madam has said so, I shall also..."

Billis waved his hand and followed him to the front.

Irenshere and White exchanged a glance and said, "I bet you have a lot of questions for me, right?"

"Yes."

"Then let's wait until the quest is over, then leave together and find a place to sit down and have a good talk."

White seemed to have laughed for a while, then ran to the front and felt his way along the dark wall into the cave on the left.

This path was practically the same as walking with your eyes closed, but White eventually proved that the path he pointed out was correct.

The dark cave was soon filled with natural light. The air was stuffy, the white ice prison pressed down low, there was not a breath of wind, and no sign of any living creature.

People with lower magical power feel extreme panic and anxiety. Their heads are dizzy, and their eyes, ears, and all organs seem to be numb and buzzing. They can never concentrate on one thing, and all sorts of disasters flash by like a fleeting glimpse.

At this moment, a chill seeped into the ground, while a warm current gushed out. The two forces suddenly broke apart when they merged, creating several huge holes.

The entire bunker is bizarre and fantastical, with an artistic and dreamlike quality.

Where are we?

"Mora's Nest, the underground passage of Obelisk No. 4."

When White spoke, his voice sounded like that of another person, and he could see his movements from the distant and high ice walls by twisting his body.

All the shadows were dancing, making faces at the visitors.

Several stiff corpses were tied to a frame. They must have been calling out the names of their people before they died, but to no avail. Their mouths were wide open, their eyes were staring angrily ahead, and their bodies were leaning forward.

If you walk a few more steps forward, you'll see more corpses like these.

They struggled and resisted on the shelves, pleading for help from the most desperate souls, but no one could help them, and they could only watch helplessly as disaster struck.

White's consciousness froze for a moment, as if he had witnessed the scene and was there himself. He kept replaying the massacre between tribes in his mind, not knowing why he had such heavy memories. He touched his forehead in horror, the more he tried to get rid of this terrible thought, the more he couldn't get rid of it.

“Hey buddy, are you feeling unwell from sweating so much?” Billy comforted him.

Just now, White did see a pile of corpses, but now they're gone.

Could it be a hallucination?

He hadn't walked far when he stepped on something strange again, tripping over it several times. Before his mental crisis had even passed, the hallucination returned in the blink of an eye.

The footsteps faded away, revealing what appeared to be a former village. Wooden roofs could be seen everywhere, with few signs of damage.

But once inside, the scene is completely different. Every household shows signs of being looted, indicating that many people have come here purely for plunder. Anyone who resists is either tied to a rack or killed outright.

White saw some more corpses, but these were completely different from the ones he had seen before. They all had grotesque, dead faces, but their bodies were frozen solid, and some of them were still holding broken weapons.

It was like a plundering among members of the same tribe; the weaker tribes disappeared, and only the strong survived.

“Hey buddy, something’s really off about you,” Billy said.

White glanced at a corner hidden by a giant object; he must have discovered some astonishing secret to have such an expression.

The area was uneven, covered by a fallen totem, which seemed to contain many things, neatly stacked together.

First, they are definitely not corpses; second, they look like food.

White pretended to move something unseen, and the totem finally moved a little to the side, but in the end, he had to insert a plank between the totem and the hole, step on the front of the plank with his foot, and with a forceful push, the totem finally lifted up completely.

There was a coffin underneath.

"What's wrong? Can you hear us?"

Billy kept patting White on the shoulder.

"Speak up! What's wrong?"

The sound grew fainter and fainter, and then farther and farther away.

The man seemed to have had his soul stolen; he was limp and motionless, his pale face slightly reddened by the cold air. He was probably numb, and apart from breathing, he was no different from the corpses that only he could see.